Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

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He walked out of the restroom. The music hit loud and deafening. He walked through the side of the club.

“Mr. Blackwood!” I screamed his name, but my voice was swallowed by the noise, barely audible even to my own ears.

He ignored me and began moving through the crowded space. His arm remained across the backs of my thighs, holding me firmly in place.

“You can’t just take me against my will!”

He looked up. “Watch me.”

“Put me down or I’ll shout and make a scene!”

“Scream all you want. No one’s going to save you. They think were role-playing. They think I’m taking you somewhere to be punished.”

“PLEASE!” I reached out toward a group of men standing near the dance floor. “HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!”

I made eye contact with bodyguards, massive men in black suits whose job it was to handle disturbances, begging for help.

But then they saw Roman’s face and looked away so fast it was like they hadn’t seen anything. Instead, the bodyguards parted for him. One of them actually nodded at Roman as we passed, respect and fear clear in his eyes.

The realization terrified me. Every single person in this club was afraid of Roman Blackwood and whatever power he wielded in this city.

What kind of man inspired this level of fear?

“I told you,” Roman said, his voice somehow cutting through the music, calm and controlled. “They can’t save you.”

Fury exploded inside me. The audacity of this man, the sheer arogance, the way everyone just let him do whatever he wanted because they were too afraid to stop him.

Without thinking, I twisted in his grip and sank my teeth into his shoulder. Hard. Through his expensive shirt, tasting fabric and feeling the firm muscle beneath.

I put everything I had into it. All my rage. All my frustration. All my helpless anger at being carried through this club like a prize he’d won.

Roman groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

But he didn’t stop walking.

His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack that echoed even over the pounding music.

The smack was hard enough to make me release his shoulder with a gasp. The sting bloomed across my skin, hot and intense, radiating through my entire lower body.

“You just bit me,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine despite my anger. “That’s going to require discipline.”

“I’m not a fucking child!” I shrieked, renewing my struggles. “You arrogant, insufferable man! You can’t discipline me like I’m

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“Can’t I?” He adjusted his grip on me, his fingers spreading wider cross my thighs. “We’ll see about that.”

Through the music and my screaming. I heard it. People cheering Whistling Laughing and clapping like this was the most entertaining thing they’d seen all night.

YEAH, MAN

“TEACH HERA LESSON!

“SHE’S A WILD ONE!

They thought it was role-play. Thought we were some kinky couple acting out a scene for their entertainment. They had no idea I was genuinely trying to escape, that this wasn’t consensu that I was actually furious.

The humiliation burned almost as hot as the mark his hand had left on my ass.

We reached an elevator, clearly meant for VIPs only. He pressed the call button with his free hand, and the doors slid open immediately.

“No.” I renewed my struggles, kicking my legs. Tm not getting in there with you!”

He stepped inside, ignoring my protests. The elevator was small and intimate, with mirrored walls that reflected our image from every angle. Me draped over his shoulder. My dress riding up. My face flushed with anger and something darker.

The doors slid shut behind us.

He hit a button for the parking level, and the elevator began its descent.

“Put me down or I swear to God…”

“You’ll what?” He shifted me slightly on his shoulder. “Bite me again?”

Without warning, he yanked my dress up, bunching the fabric around my waist. Cool air hit my exposed skin, and I gasped.

“What are you…” I started, but the words died as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, shoving them down.

“Mr. Blackwood!” I shrieked, shock and outrage flooding through me.

SMACK

His palm connected with my bare ass, skin on skin, and the sensation was overwhelming. Without the barrier of fabric, the sting was immediate and intense, radiating heat through my entire lower body.

“OH!” The cry tore from my throat, part pain, part something I refused to acknowledge.

“That’s for biting me,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just spanked me hard enough to make my eyes water. “Now let’s count how many times you called for help.”

“You counted?” Fury mixed with disbelief. “You actually counted

“I warned you.” His hand rested on my burning flesh, a promise of what was coming. “Every time you fight me, you get spanked. You screamed for Laurent eight times.”

“Please, don’t. It hurts.”

SMACK

The second spank landed in the same spot, and I screamed. The pain was sharper now, my skin already sensitized trom the first hit.

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But underneath the pain was a dark, shameful hear that coiled in my belly and sent wetness flooding between my thighs.

“One,” he counted, his voice steady.

SMACK

“Two.”

“Stop!” I begged, my hands clutching at his back. “Roman, please

SMACK

“Three.” His hand came down harder, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. “You should have thought about this before you screamed for help.”

SMACK

“Four.”

Each impact sent jolts straight to my core, making me clench, making me wetter. I could feel it sliding down my thighs with every spank, could feel my body betraying me in the most humiliating way possible.

SMACK.

“Five.” His voice was rough now. “Fuck, Anna. You’re dripping.”

“No, it hurts.” I sobbed, knowing it was a lie. Shame and need warred inside me. “I’m not…”

SMACK

“Six.” He paused, his hand rubbing slow circles on my abused flesh. “Don’t lie to me. I can feel it on your thighs. I can smell how wet you are.”

My core clenched desperately at his words, at the feel of his hand so close to where I was throbbing. More wetness flooded between my legs, and I knew he could feel it, could feel my body’s complete betrayal.

SMACK.

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