Todos os capítulos de Dominant CEO Ruthless Demands: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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 b

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

Magnus’s low laugh vibrated against my back as I whispered that single broken word “More.” His arm tightened around my waist like a steel band, keeping me flush against his scarred chest while his cock throbbed deep inside me, heavy and possessive, but no longer thrusting.He pressed his lips to the fresh bite below my ear, not breaking skin this time but sucking slowly, deliberately, until I knew it would bloom into a dark, claiming bruise by morning. His free hand slid up my gaunt chest, fingers tracing every protruding rib as if counting the ways I had weakened since our last encounter months ago.“You really are pathetic,” he murmured, voice rich with dark amusement. “Begging for more when your body is already shaking apart.”He pulled out of me with a wet, filthy sound. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my hole clenching uselessly around nothing, his cum already starting to leak down my inner thighs. Before I could collapse, Magnus flipped me onto my back on the wide bed I had

The city lights glittered far below as I stood outside the private elevator to Magnus’s penthouse. My body still ached from the previous night. Every bite mark throbbed under my clothes , high collar and long sleeves barely hiding the worst of them. My hole felt tender and sensitive, still slightly slick despite hours of careful cleaning. I hadn’t been able to sit properly all day.The elevator doors opened directly into the sprawling penthouse. Modern, cold, and luxurious. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the skyline. Magnus was already waiting, leaning against a marble counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. He wore only black silk pajama pants that hung low on his hips, exposing the vicious scars across his chest and abs.“You’re two minutes late,” he said calmly, eyes darkening as they raked over me.“I had to lie to my wife,” I replied, voice still hoarse. “She thinks I’m meeting a potential investor for the drug.”Magnus set his glass down and stalked toward me. He grabbed my