Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Anna’s POV

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The elevator chimed, announcing our arrival. The doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit underground parking garage.

But Roman didn’t put me down. He kept me draped over his shoulder as he stepped out and kept walking.

“Roman.” I managed through my tears. “You can… put me down now… I can walk…”

“Not yet” He walked deeper into the garage, his footsteps echoing off concrete. “Not until I get you secured in my car.”

Through my haze of pain and arousal, I saw it. A sleek grey Lamborghini gleaming under the dim overhead lights.

I rolled my eyes despite myself. Of course he drove one of these So perfectly Roman, expensive, powerful, and impossibly sleek.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his key fob. The car chirped, lights flashing.

Reality crashed back in. This was actually happening. He was actually taking me.

“Where are you taking me?” I demanded, still struggling even though I knew it was useless. His grip was unbreakable.

“Home,” he said simply. “Where you should have agreed to go in the first place.”

“This is kidnapping!”

“Call it what you want.”

Finally, he lowered me onto the passenger seat. The leather was fool against my overheated, bare skin, making me gasp.

“Roman!” I tried to scramble out, but he leaned across me, his body caging me in.

I shoved at his shoulders.

“You can’t do this,” I said, trying to inject steel into my voice even as it trembled. “This is a criminal offense. I’ll call the police the moment you let me go.”

He chuckled. “Go ahead. Call them.”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.” He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across my body. gnoring my protests. I reached up to push my hair out of my face with shaking hands.

“And while you’re at it, make sure you tell them about the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you in that bathroom. About how wet you got when I spanked you. About how you kissed me back

Heat flooded my face. “Mr. Blackwood, you’re being disrespectful and a complete jerk.”

“A jerk?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. “What else?”

His eyes glinted with amusement, like he was enjoying this. Enjoying my anger, my frustration, my complete helplessness.

“You’re insufferable,” I spat, fury rising in my chest. “An arrogant, self-absorbed man who thinks he can control everyone. Who thinks he can do whatever he wants and get away with it because you have money and power and…”

My words trailed off when his fingers started sliding down my neck, tracing a path between my breasts. My nipple was

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already hard, a traitorous peak pressing against the thin fabric.

“Your tits are hard again,” he said, his voice rough “Distracting me Begging for my lips. Mixed signals, Anna

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He brushed his thumb over my nipple, the lightest touch, and ectricity shot through me. My back arched without permission, pressing my breast more firmly into his hand. A whimper escaped before I could stop it.

“It’s just…” I gasped as he circled my nipple with torturous slowness. “It’s the cold air. That’s all

He laughed, the sound dark and rich. “Cold air? We’re in an underground parking garage. There’s no breeze, no wind. Just you and me and the evidence of how much you want this.”

He squeezed my breast, firm enough to make me gasp, then rolled my nipple between his fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain that had me squirming in the seat.

“Fine,” I admitted desperately, my pride crumbling. “My tits are super sensitive. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Just your tits, huh?” His hand left my breast, and I nearly whimpered at the loss. But then his fingers traveled downward, over my stomach, across my hip, down to my thigh.

“Roman…”

His hand moved between my thighs, and I should have closed my legs. Should have fought him off.

Instead, they fell open.

My body betrayed me completely, my legs parting to welcomes touch like I hadn’t just spent the last fifteen minutes trying to escape him. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, higher and higher. The skin there was slick, damp with the evidence of what he’d done to me.

“Here,” he said, satisfaction dripping from every word. “I haven’t even touched you yet. Sweet heat, and your thighs are drenched already. The spanking, you enjoyed it. A little too much.”

I tried to slap his hand away, but he caught my wrist easily.

“Fuck you,” I gasped, the words lacking any real heat.

“That can be arranged.”

Without warning, he caught both my hands and pinned them above my head against the seat, holding them there with one hand while his other slid back between my thighs.

“I’ve been dying to taste you.”

He slid what remained of my panties aside and pressed hard on my clit. The pressure sent a shockwave through me, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I gasped, my hips jerking against his hand.

“To put my mouth on this pretty pussy. Lick you until you’re begging me to stop. Want to know what you taste like. How sweet you are.”

“Roman…” My voice was barely a whisper, all fight draining from me.

“I could slide my tongue inside you,” he went on, painting the picture with his words while his thumb worked slow circles that were driving me insane. “Deep. Fuck you with it until you’re coming on my face. Would you like that, Anna?”

My hips moved desperately against his hand, seeking more. “I… can’t…”

“Can’t what? Can’t admit how much you want this?” His thumb pressed harder, and I moaned. “Can’t admit that every ume I touch you, you get wet for me?”

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“Please. The word slipped out, shameful and needy.

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“Please what? Please stop? Please more?” He slowed his movements, drawing out my torment. “Use your words, Anna.”

“Please…” I sobbed, beyond pride now, beyond shame. “I need…. more. Please…..

“Since you asked so nicely.”

His finger, one single finger, slid inside me.

The penetration was slow, so different from the frantic fucking in the bathroom. He pushed in deep, taking his time, letting me feel every inch as he filled me.

“Oh God.” I moaned, my head falling back against the headrest. Oh God, Roman…

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his finger buried deep inside me So wet. So perfect.”

There was no pain this time. My body had adjusted, had accepted him. I was so slick it made everything easy, made the glide smooth and perfect. The sensation was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He moved slowly, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside. The angle was different here, better somehow, and each curl of his finger sent sparks racing through my body.

“More,” I begged, riding his single finger desperately. “Please, I need… fill me…

He withdrew almost completely, and I whimpered at the loss. But then he pushed back in with two fingers, and the stretch was perfect.

“Yes,” I moaned, my walls clenching around him. “Yes, just like that…”

“Greedy little thing,” he murmured, approval in his voice. “Want to be filled, don’t you? Want to be stuffed full.”

His fingers pumped steadily now, each thrust perfectly angled to hit that spot that made me see stars. His thumb found my clit again, and the dual sensation was overwhelming.

My legs began to tremble, pressure building in my core. I could feel it coiling tighter and tighter, that familiar tension that promised release.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough. “Ride my fingers. Show me how much you need this.”

I did, shamelessly grinding against his hand, chasing the pleasure he offered. My moans filled the car, wanton and desperate, but I was beyond caring.

“Roman… yes… right there…” I couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, could only feel. His fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, his other hand still holding my wrists captive above my head.

“Eyes open,” he commanded suddenly..

I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and seeing the hunger there pushed me closer to the edge.

His fingers curved, hitting that perfect spot while his thumb ground down on my clit. The pressure, the friction, the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour, it was too much.

“Roman, I’m going to…”

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