Semua Bab My CEO Prince Charming: Bab 1 - Bab 10

His pants tighten beneath me, a hard, undeniable presence pressing against my bottom. And a breath escapes my mouth—embarrassing and airy. It was definitely a sound of pleasure, not fear.Really, Willa? Moaning? While the plane is falling out of the sky and you’re straddling a self-obsessed jerk?“Keep your mouth shut, or I won’t be responsible for what I do to you,” he murmurs, his tone deadly serious, a raw promise that made my stomach clench.What might he do to me? My mind races, conjuring immediate, dangerous images. I can’t breathe. The plane doesn’t have enough oxygen for this level of internal combustion.“You are so abrasive,” I mutter through clenched teeth, leaning away slightly, trying to find a breath of personal space.“Abrasive is who I am. And if you’d fastened your seatbelt, you’d be safer than you are with me.” He adjusted himself again, a slight shift of his hips that made my breath hitch. His fingers, still clamped on my waist, brush my thigh, sending a jolt of hea

IcenHer amber eyes track me like she’s trying to read every locked part of me. The light from the setting sun through the window caught the fine flecks of gold in her irises, making them glitter with dangerous curiosity. I could feel the microscopic movements of her breath, the slight, nervous shift of her weight as she waited for my explanation. Every second she studied me, the fortress of my control seemed to crumble a little more.I still remember the weight of her in my arms, the sudden, intoxicating crush of her body against mine during that fake kiss. The scent of her skin—something clean, floral, and deeply unsettlingly real—was fogging up my brain until I’m half-conscious and stupid. I could still taste the bright, sharp flavor of her mouth, a taste that obliterated the memory of every other kiss I’d ever experienced.She’s nosy. Too bright. Too pretty for her own good. And my need for a fake fiancée? It’s dragging me into hell.It wasn't just hell, it was an irresistible vac

WillaI’m scanning the price tags of the dresses Icen is choosing. They are draped over his arm like heavy flags, each one shimmering with a price tag that could cover my rent for a year. The silk was slick, the beading bright. My mind immediately did the terrible math, and a strange, cold heaviness drops straight into my stomach. I am not a whore.The idea of him buying my participation in this sham scratches something painful inside me, digging into that deep, messy fear of being owned. This was supposed to be a chaos partnership, not a transaction.I grab his wrist, my fingers closing hard around the cold metal of his watch. “Thank you, but we’re looking for something else.”I pulled him toward the exit. We step out of the shop, and the pressure on my chest finally loosens, replaced by the hot, loud air outside.“Why? We can look somewhere else. There are more expensive shops down this street.” His dazzling face is framed with panic, his blue eyes wide and confused, making him look

He growls as he kisses me and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh. He didn't ask; he just took, immediate and hungry.Shit.My knees try to close, an automatic reaction of panic and overload, as I struggle to gain control of the sensorial assault. I couldn't process the sudden, blinding pleasure.He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively, trapping my hips. His tongue takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am, driving me instantly crazy.“Icen… Oh my! I yelp, the sound ripping from my throat. My hands drop to the back of his head, gripping his thick, dark hair. He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure, a look of pure focus on his face. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver, a deep, trembling wave building inside.“I know baby, I got you.” He sounds rough, satisfied.Oh God I’m going to come already. The feeling was too fast, too big, too much. I hadn't even had time to breathe.“Come,” he breathes into me. “I

The snap of the cold sheet against my bare skin woke me. I was alone.I sat up instantly, the movement sharp, violent. My eyes focused on the space beside me. Empty. The pillow still held the faint, metallic scent of her cheap shampoo, a ghost of her presence that felt like a slap in the face. My chest seized, a thick, knotting pain in my ribs. An animal snarl was trapped in my throat, a sound I couldn't release.I got out of the bed. The hotel suite was too quiet, too clean, suddenly enormous and sterile without her chaos. No note. No warning. Just the scent and the ringing silence.I walked to the balcony, the marble cold beneath my feet. I, Icen Knight, one of the most powerful men in the world, had let a woman walk out on me—a strange, chaotic woman I had known for forty-eight hours. She took the ring, a gesture of finality that was a brilliant, sharp insult.Idiot. The word was a self-inflicted wound.Panic hit me, cold and fast, cutting through the shock. It wasn't about the pri