Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Anna’s POV

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My legs still trembled as Roman slowly withdrew his fingers, the udden emptiness making me whimper.

The aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, each pulse eminder of what we’d just done, of how completely he’d unraveled me.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and barely recognized my

My hair was a disaster, wild tangles falling around my flushed fag. My lipstick was completely gone, kissed away and smeared

My dress was askew, the fabric bunched and wrinkled in all the song places. I looked like Ed just been thoroughly fucked.

Which, considering what had just happened, wasn’t far from the ruth.

My hands shook as I reached for the edge of the sink, using it to ready myself while my breathing slowly returned to normal.

My nipples were still painfully hard, visible through the thin fabric of my dress, twin points that betrayed exactly how affected I was.

I needed to pull myself together and walk out of here like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just come apart on his fingers while he made me watch.

Roman had released me, stepping back to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. But the distance did nothing to diminish his presence. He watched me with hooded eyes, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips, like a predator admiring his handiwork.

The bastard looked completely composed while I could barely sand.

My eyes swept over him, taking in his disheveled appearance, the wrinkled shirt, the tousled hair, ready to find some flaw in his arrogant composure. But then my gaze dropped lower, and froze.

The prominent bulge straining against his pants was impossible to miss. His cock pressed hard against the fabric, the outline clearly visible, thick and demanding. It looked almost painful, the way it strained against the confines of his tailored.

trousers.

Guilt washed over me.

He’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm, made me come so hardd screamed his name, and I hadn’t… I hadn’t reciprocated. Hadn’t even offered. The realization hit me like a bucket of cold water, washing away some of my anger and leaving something uncomfortable in its wake.

Before I could stop myself, before I could think about what I was saying, I pointed at his obvious arousal. “Does it hurt?”

The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back. Heat flooded my face as I realized how inexperienced ! sounded, how naive. That wasn’t the impression I wanted to give him. Not now, not ever.

Roman’s lips curved into a smile, then a low chuckle escaped him, rich and amused.

Humiliation burned through me, hot and sharp. Of course he was laughing at me. Of course.

“Forget I asked,” I snapped, turning back to the mirror and pretending to fix my hair again, anything to avoid looking at him and that knowing smile.

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Chapter 83

“Hey.” His voice softened, losing its mocking edge. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

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I refused to look at him, keeping my eyes fixed on my reflection even though I could see him in the mirror behind me. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Anna.” He pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I wasn’t laughing at you. I was… it’s more about me than you

Despite myself, curiosity won out. I met his eyes in the mirror, waiting.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair, looking almost… Bashful? No, that couldn’t be right. Roman Blackwood didn’t do bashful.

“It does hurt,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. His eyes dropped briefly to the bulge still prominent in his pants before meeting mine again. “But not in a way I can’t handle.

“Great,” I said, forcing my voice to stay light and dismissive. “Mr Handler. I wouldn’t expect any less from you.”

That smug smile returned to his face, the one that made me want to simultaneously slap him and kiss him. “Glad I can live up to your expectations.”

The tingles that ran through me at his words were unwelcome and completely inappropriate given the situation.

I shoved them down, burying them deep where I could pretend they didn’t exist.

“I would say thank you for that,” I gestured vaguely between us. “But seeing as I never actually asked for it… you sort of pushed your way in.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before his entire demeanor changed.

The smugness disappeared as his eyes flashed with rage, and in two strides he was in front of me, his hand shooting out to grip my arm.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. He didn’t shake me, didn’t hurt me, but the intensity in his grip made my breath catch. “Do you fucking dare try to twist this into something it wasn’t.”

I lifted my chin higher, refusing to be intimidated even as my heart hammered against my ribs. “I didn’t say…”

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