All Chapters of His Ruthless Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cara's POVI stood outside Tony Valenti’s office door for a few seconds, my heart beating hard against my ribs as I aimed at making another move on him. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my white shirt slowly. Cool air kissed the skin between my boobs. I made sure the opening showed just enough soft flesh. My nipples pressed against the thin fabric. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. I shut the door quickly behind me with a soft click.Tony sat behind his big dark desk, with papers and files covered the surface. The room smelled of strong coffee and expensive wood polish. He looked powerful even when tired. His broad shoulders stretched his white shirt. His hair was still neat.I walked slowly toward his desk. My heels clicked on the floor with each step that also made my hips sway. I placed the thick folder of Fontana merger papers right in front of him. I leaned forward, resting both hands on the edge of the desk. My shirt fell open more. The cool air

Cara's POVAdrian dropped me hard onto the bed. My back hit the bed with a heavy bounce. The cool silk sheets felt so smooth and slippery against my hot, sweaty skin. I crawled backward slowly, biting my lower lip. A low chuckle escaped my throat as I watched him. My body already throbbed with raw need.He climbed onto the bed fast. His strong hands grabbed my thighs, pulling me forward. He spread them wide apart. He stood at the edge of the bed, breathing hard and heavy. His thick cock stood straight up, veiny and angry red, still wet and shiny from my mouth. Without any warning, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.“Ahhh!” I cried out loud. The sudden stretch burned deep inside my pussy. He was so thick and hard, filling me completely in one go. My inner walls squeezed tight around him, trying to adjust to his size. Pain and raw pleasure exploded through my belly. My toes curled hard.Adrian did not wait. He fucked me like an animal. Standing tall at the edge of the bed, he poun

Adrian's POVI pushed the door to my office open so hard the heavy wood slammed against the wall with a loud bang that echoed through the hallway, my chest rising and falling fast. Sweat stuck my white shirt to my back, cold and clammy. The anger burned hot in my veins like liquid fire. My jaw clenched so tight it ached. The Fontana merger was slipping away, and those fucking photos got in their hands. Someone wanted me destroyed.I stopped in the middle of the room. My breathing sounded loud and rough in my own ears. The air felt thick. The smell of fresh coffee from the morning still hung in the room, mixed with my own stress sweat and the faint trace of Elena’s expensive perfume.Elena sat in my chair behind my desk like she owned the entire building. Her legs crossed elegantly. Her sharp eyes watched me like a hungry hawk. Her perfume was stronger up close — heavy roses mixed with something cold and sharp that stung my nose.“Get me all the current files on the Fontana merger deta

Cara's POV.I walked to his table now, setting the papers down in order. The office smelled strongly of whiskey and the sharp, musky scent of Adrian’s cologne mixed with the faint scent of his sweat. The air felt warm and heavy, pressing against my skin.Adrian sat behind his desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His shirt hung open at the top, revealing the hard muscles of his chest. His grey eyes lifted slowly and dragged over my body, lingering on the way my white shirt stretched tight across my full breasts and how my pencil skirt hugged my wide hips and thighs."You're late," he dragged his voice, taking a long, slow drink. The ice cubes clinked loudly in the glass. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. A drop of whiskey slid down the corner of his mouth.I stood straight, keeping my face just as calm and professional to drop the bombshell. “You have been removed from the merger team,” I announced, exactly as his father had told me to.“What—” He muttered, so stunned o

Cara's POVI bit the button-shaped device hard. My teeth crushed it to a crisp inside my mouth. The plastic cracked and broke. I hid the pieces quickly under my tongue. The scanner moved slowly up my body, the red light crawled higher. My heart beat very fast as more sweat prickled on my back. If it detected anything, I was dead. The light reached my chest and stopped. It blinked green. I exhaled hard, so relieved. My legs felt weak for a second. Who would have thought I would be scanned just to enter a room?I walked out of that death machine that almost took my life. I stepped deeper into the VIP area. The setting was pure old money. Dark wood panels covered the walls. Heavy crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting warm golden light. Thick carpets felt soft under my heels. The air smelled of expensive leather, aged whiskey, and faint cigar smoke. Very few people were inside. A few older men in their late fifties and early sixties sat at their own private booths. Some