Todos los capítulos de CEO's Dog: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The heavy silence that followed our explosive, violent union was the sweetest noise I had ever experienced in my entire life. For the first time in years, the screaming voices, the blinding paparazzi flashes, and the agonizing panic attacks inside my head were completely silenced.I lay curled up tightly on the expansive mattress, my head resting heavy and warm directly on Cassian’s broad, bare chest. The steady, deep thrum of his heartbeat vibrated against my cheek, serving as a soothing lullaby that anchored my chaotic soul. His large hand remained loosely draped over my hip, his lingering warmth branded into my skin. Wrapped safely inside his powerful arms, surrounded by his scent and marked by his brutal touch, I drifted off into the deepest, most peaceful sleep I had known since childhood.When the pale morning light began to streak through the sheer drapes of the master suite, the

The heavy mahogany door of the back office clicked shut, the sound of the deadbolt locking into place echoing through the quiet, soundproofed room like a final sentence.Before I could even take a full breath, Cassian turned around. His eyes were cold, unyielding, and dark with a dangerous intensity. He stepped forward, his long fingers wrapping tightly around both of my shoulders, and slammed me backward against the edge of his executive desk. The hard wood pressed painfully against my lower back as he leaned his massive frame over me, trapping me completely between his arms.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, my breathing turning shallow and fast as his shadow engulfed me.Cassian leaned down, his face inches from mine, his dark eyes boring into my soul. "How did I teach you at home?" he whispered, his voice dangerousl

The heavy iron gates of Cassian’s private suburban estate swung open like the mouth of a quiet sanctuary, swallowing our limousine into its sprawling, secluded grounds. The ride back had been filled with a suffocating, electrifying quiet a heavy atmosphere where the dark leather collar around my throat felt like a hot, glowing brand, continuously reminding me of the price Cassian had paid for my freedom in that subterranean garage.When the car came to a smooth halt in front of the villa’s grand entrance, Cassian stepped out first, his tall, imposing silhouette framed against the warm exterior lights. I scrambled out right behind him, keeping my chin low, my fingers habitually checking the high fabric of my dress shirt to ensure every bit of my neck was hidden.Instead of guiding me toward his master suite or the lounge, Cassian walked down a long, quiet corridor in the west wing o

The heavy, soundproofed glass doors of the auction house closed behind us, instantly muffling the relentless, invasive circus of the paparazzi outside.Inside, the grand hall of the Cassian Auction House was an opulent masterpiece of classical architecture and modern luxury. Soaring marble pillars stretched up toward crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, glittering light over the assembled elite. High-society billionaires, international art collectors, foreign dignitaries, and famous aristocrats milled about in tailored tuxedos and shimmering evening gowns. Classical violin music drifted softly through the air, accompanied by the gentle clinking of crystal flutes and the subdued, aristocratic murmur of low-conversation networking.Cassian stepped smoothly into the center of the grand hall, looking every bit the absolute sovereign of this glittering empire.

My throat burned with a raw, agonizing friction as Cassian’s thick shaft pushed deeper against the back of my mouth. Every instinct in my body screamed for air, but the feeling of his long fingers woven tightly through my messy hair kept me anchored, completely trapped between his thighs on the cold carpet of the private room.Above me, Cassian’s chest heaved with heavy, shallow breaths, his usual terrifying composure shattering under the intense, wet suction of my mouth."Bite down tight," Cassian growled, his voice dropping into a low, commanding rasp that vibrated through my skull.Without a second’s hesitation, I obeyed. I clamped my teeth down just enough to create a tight, delicious pressure around his sensitive shaft, pulling him deeper while my tongue worked frantically over his underside.