All Chapters of Ruin Me Mr CEO: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rielle“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice cracking as the words tumbled out. “This is all my fault.”I couldn’t look at him. I’d never seen Zayden lay hands on anyone; not once. He was control incarnate, violence always leashed behind those dark eyes and measured words. But today he’d snapped it all loose for me. He’d beaten Dante bloody, ended a billion-dollar deal without blinking, and worse, he’d let that single, dangerous truth slip in the heat of it: my woman.That one claim alone handed Dante ammunition that could ruin him.Zayden’s head tilted, irritation flashing across his face. “What the fuck are you apologizing for?”The edge in his voice made me flinch, but he stepped closer, crowding me gently against the desk until I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes.“I would kill for you,” he said, low and deadly serious. “Don’t you see that?”My heart stuttered, then pounded hard against my ribs. The words should have terrified me; they did terrify me; but they also lit something

ZaydenHer breath came in shallow, trembling waves, warm against my lips. Those dark eyes half-lidded, glassy with want,.,searched mine for a heartbeat, like she was deciding whether to be shy or shameless.Then the corner of her mouth curved, wicked and certain.“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered, voice husky, unashamed. “I want you to push this dress up, pull my panties to the side, and lick me until I can’t think straight. Until I’m grinding against your face and begging you to let me come.”Fuck.The words hit me like a shot of whiskey..,hot, burning straight through every last thread of restraint I had left.I didn’t answer with words.I dropped to my knees like a good boy,The carpet was soft under me as I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, pushing the silk of that sinful dress higher, bunching it around her waist. Black lace panties delicate, already damp at the center. It greeted me like a gift I didn’t deserve but was damn well going to unwrap.She leaned back on

RielleZayden was seated at his desk again, the glass surface spotless, every scattered paper from earlier neatly stacked or filed away. The faint smear of blood on the carpet had vanished too.Someone from facilities had worked fast. The office looked pristine, like nothing violent had happened here at all. But the air still felt charged to me, heavy with what had gone down.He hadn’t said much since we’d straightened our clothes and caught our breath. Just a quiet “I’ve got calls to make” before settling back into work mode, fingers flying over his keyboard, eyes fixed on the screen. I knew that look. He was handling Dante fallout, lawyers, board members, contingency plans. And he was keeping me out of it, shielding me the way he always did when things got messy.I didn’t push. I just returned to my own office, closed the door, and tried to focus on the reports I’d abandoned mid-sentence when Dante walked in. The bruise on my jaw throbbed faintly under the concealer I’d reapplied, a

Rielle It’s been just three days since Linda essentially abandoned her whole life…her company, her routine, everything! to embed herself here, side by side with Zayden.And now I get it.I get why he’s always called her family. Why he trusts her in a way he trusts almost no one else. She would risk it all for him. Drop everything, rearrange her world, just to be near him when he needed her most.For love.But to him, it’s loyalty. Pure, platonic loyalty from the one person who’s never left his side since they were kids.They’ve been practically inseparable these past seventy-two hours. Late nights in his office, early mornings poring over documents, hushed strategy sessions behind closed doors. Spreadsheets, calls, red-eyed determination to salvage what Dante tried to burn down.He still finds time for me, though. Little stolen moments that feel like oxygen.He’ll appear in my doorway mid-afternoon, loosening his tie, eyes soft only for me. “Have you eaten?” he’ll ask, voice low. Or

RielleI arrived at the office earlier than usual, the building still quiet, only the low hum of the HVAC and the distant ding of the elevator breaking the silence. The glass wall between our offices caught the soft morning light, turning it into a mirror for a second before I stepped closer.Zayden was already there; dotted wasn’t even the word. He looked rooted to his desk, like he’d grown there overnight. Shirt sleeves rolled high, tie loosened and abandoned on the corner of his monitor, hair a beautiful mess from too many frustrated hands running through it. Empty coffee cups lined up like soldiers on the side table.The moment I appeared in his line of sight, his head lifted. Those storm-gray eyes locked on mine instantly, intense and unwavering, like he’d been waiting for me to walk through the door since the sun came up.I felt it pull me forward; one step, then another; like the glass wasn’t even there.Today the air felt… breathable. Lighter. No sharp perfume lingering, no qu