All Chapters of Dominant CEO Ruthless Demands: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I stood outside the presidential suite on the 30th floor of the XX Hotel, my phone clutched in my sweating hand. The text from that unknown number burned in my mind: 22:00, XX Hotel, 3007. It was 22:02 now. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a reminder of why I was here, my father-in-law dying without that last dose of the experimental drug from MC Pharma. I begged, called, emailed everyone. Nothing until this.I raised my fist to knock, but the door was unlocked. It creaked open into pitch blackness. No lights, no sound except the distant hum of the city below. Tension coiled in my gut like a fist. I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me.“22:03.”A soft laugh sliced the darkness, slow and deliberate, sending ice down my spine.“You still like being late.”My throat tightened. I knew that voice. Magnus. He stepped forward from the shadows, his bathrobe hanging loose, the hem swaying against his thick thighs. A crooked bite mark scarred his collarbone—my mark from

My knees hit the plush carpet before we reached the bed, buckling under the raw ache in my throat and the fire in my veins. Magnus yanked me up roughly, his grip bruising my bicep, but instead of shoving me onto the mattress, he spun me back toward the leather couch. 'Not yet,' he snarled, voice thick with unfinished lust. His bathrobe,wait, it hung open now, not fully discarded earlier, clinging to his shoulders like a taunt. With a shrug, he ripped it off completely, letting it pool at his feet.His body gleamed in the dim light, broad chest heaving, abs carved tight from power and control, that crooked bite mark I'd left months ago stark on his collarbone but now, fresh scars crisscrossed his torso: thin, pink lines slashing across his pecs and ribs, deliberate and vicious, like he'd been marked by claws or a whip. Who the fuck had done that to him? The sight twisted something feral in my gut, jealousy? Pity? It didn't matter. His cock stood brutal and hard again, already swelling

His laugh rumbled through me, vibrating around his cock as he yanked back, his head popping free with a wet slurp, my rim gaping empty, clenching air. Before I could whine, his hand fisted my hair, wrenching me down. Brutal strength shoved me off the wall, knees slamming carpet, palms slapping down. All fours with my ass up, exposed like prey in the dim suite light. Glass fogged behind me, smeared with my pre-cum streaks, city lights mocking my position.Magnus loomed over, shadows carving his scars sharp. His cock slapped my ass cheek , heavy, slick, veins pulsing hot against skin. 'That's right, bitch. Present for your owner.' Rough hands gripped my hips, yanking them higher, thumbs digging bruises into flesh. My gaunt frame trembled, spine arched, hole winking desperate. Emotional flood hit humiliation twisting with raw need, father-in-law's life traded for this degradation. His dominance cracked me open, past bites on his collarbone haunting: I'd marked him once, now he branded me