บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Plaything : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sky trudged home after her night shift, the ache in her feet a dull reminder of the day’s work. She was exhausted, her mind clouded by fatigue, yet there was a spark of anticipation flickering inside her. Tonight was supposed to be special—it was her birthday, and Valentine’s Day too. She’d spent all day entertaining fleeting fantasies, hoping Andrew might surprise her with something thoughtful. She pictured herself stepping inside to find rose petals scattered across the floor, maybe even a romantic candle or two lighting up their tiny apartment. Something, anything, to show he’d remembered her.But as she pushed open the door, the dream shattered almost immediately. Her eyes fell on the floor near the entrance, where a lacy bra lay, entwined with a pair of men’s boxers. Sky’s breath caught. Her fingers tightened around the doorknob as the air around her thickened, suffocating her in disbelief. A chill crept up her spine, numbing her thoughts as she tried to swallow down the mount

Skye’s world blurred, and her pulse thundered in her ears as she was slammed down to the cold, unforgiving floor. Her skull screamed with pain as the back of her head collided with the hard surface, sending sharp waves of dizziness through her body. Her hair—her long, thick hair—was being yanked so hard it felt like her scalp might tear off. She opened her mouth, a guttural scream of rage and fear escaping her lips, but it was cut short as her breath hitched.“Shut up,” a voice growled, deep and menacing. The sound of it made her blood run cold. Andrew.“Andrew, what the hell are you doing here? Let go of my hair, please!” Her voice was shaky, filled with terror and disbelief. She twisted under him, but his grip was unyielding, his fingers like iron around her hair, forcing her head back.He chuckled, the sound low and twisted, vibrating in the space around them. The laugh was like a slap to her face, mocking, full of cruelty. “You thought you could leave me, huh?” he said, his voic

Xavier tilted his head back, eyes fixed on the sprawling night sky, a smirk tugging at his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. Raising his glass, he spoke in a low, gravelly tone, "A toast to that dickhead who finally got what he deserved." His smirk widened, a dangerous edge to his charm as his gaze shifted to Sky, who sat across the bar.Her legs crossed tightly as if she was trying to suppress something, and Xavier's sharp eyes didn't miss the subtle clench of her thighs. That one movement made him lean back in his chair, swirling the whiskey again with an air of predatory confidence. A wicked thought crossed his mind, and he muttered under his breath, "She wants to get laid. She wants to get fucked by me."Sky, catching his gaze, raised her glass in a shaky toast. Her lips parted as a bitter smile crept onto her face, one that couldn't hide the turmoil in her tear-brimmed eyes. "A toast to freedom," she said, her voice cracking before it rose with fiery venom. "I

Skye’s heart hammered in her chest as Xavier’s lips moved over hers with a ferocity that stole her breath. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a battle of wills, a claim. His lips were rough and demanding, pulling her into his world, where nothing else mattered but the sensation of his mouth on hers and the intoxicating heat that radiated from his body.Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, trying to hold onto something as the world spun around her. His hands slid up her waist, firm and possessive, as if daring her to pull away. But she didn’t want to. She couldn’t.“I fucking can’t get enough of you,” Xavier growled against her lips, his voice raw and gravelly. It sent shivers racing down her spine, pooling heat low in her belly. The intensity of his gaze when he pulled back momentarily made her feel like the only woman in the universe.His thumb brushed her swollen bottom lip, his eyes darkening at the sight of the faint trace of blood. “You’re so goddamn tempting,” he mutter

Sky shifted restlessly in the bed, the golden rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains and warming her skin. A dull ache radiated from her core, a relentless reminder of last night’s passion. Her thighs clenched instinctively, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her body recalled the way Xavier had thoroughly claimed her. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow, her cheeks flushing at the memory. Rolling over to the other side, she reached out, expecting to find Xavier beside her. The sheets were cool to the touch, his presence absent. Disappointment flared briefly, but then she heard the sound of rushing water coming from the ensuite bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat. He’s still here. For a moment, she considered staying in bed, but then a sharp pang of urgency struck her. Her flight. The morning flight she couldn’t afford to miss. The one that would take her away from this city, away from the chaos and into the fresh start she so desperately needed. “