Ceo Obsession Novels & Stories

To anywhere but here. Isabella Rossi The silence in the penthouse was suffocating after the elevator doors closed.I paced the living room my heels clicking on the marble like gunshots in the quiet. My thighs still throbbed from Mateo his grip, his thrusts, the way he’d claimed me like I was his and his alone. The room felt too big. Too empty and full of secrets.I stopped at the window. The city stared back, indifferent. My reflection looked back too,hair perfect, blouse smooth, lipstick reapplied. No sign of the woman who’d just been fucked against a wall by her brother’s bodyguard.“Why do you do this?” I whispered to myself. “Why risk everything?”Because Alessandro’s world was suffocating.

There was a high-resolution shot of him stepping out of a helicopter, wearing sunglasses and a suit that looked like it was cut from midnight itself. He looked... cold. Ruthless. His eyes, the ones that had looked at me with amusement in the rain, were dead sharks in these photos. I clicked on a leaked internal memo from Forbes that had never been published. Headline: THE IRON HEIR: How Sebastian Doubled the Empire's Value in Two Years. I read the texts. "The CEO is known for his uncaring, cold, ruthless, efficient in his job, and a most soughted bachelor. Rumors of a rift with his grandmother, the matriarch Eleanor, have sparked concerns about the company's future..."

"I don't have time for distractions. Building an empire requires complete focus." Distractions. That's what he called the women photographed hanging on his arm. I wondered if that's what I was too. Another distraction. Another temporary fixation that would burn out once he got bored. Except nothing about the way he looked at me felt temporary. I pulled up more articles. Found a profile piece from when he first took over as CEO. The writer described him as "ruthlessly intelligent" and "dangerously ambitious." There was a quote from a business rival: "Dante Moretti always gets what he wants. It's not a question of if, but when and how much it'll cost you to realize you never had a chance."

"Killian, listen to yourself. This isn't love. It’s an obsession. A clinical, dangerous fixation. You’ve been down this road before. It’s going to start affecting everything around you. Your business, your reputation, your sanity." "This time is different," I growled. "This time, I have it under control. I’m not going to let every other thing suffer because of my fixation on her. I can balance it. I can be the CEO, I can be the father, and I can be the man she needs." Caleb didn't argue. He knew that when I spoke like this, the obsession had already won. He picked up his glass, staring at the amber liquid for a long moment, then gulped the entire contents in one go.

"You bought an entire building so you could watch your dead brother's wife?" "Yes." He was quiet for a moment and then he laughed. "You are more like me than I thought." "That is not a compliment." "It is not meant to be but it is the truth. You want control and you want to know everything and you cannot stand the idea that she might be doing something without your knowledge." "She is a threat to the company." "Is she? Or is she a threat to you specifically?" "There is no difference." "Keep telling yourself that," he said. "Just remember that obsession makes you sloppy and sloppy gets you killed. I did not raise you to be sloppy."

"Can't you just shut up for one damn minute? You're so arrogant." "Why? You know I'm right, and that's why it makes you angry," she smiled, defiant in front of the imposing male figure that eclipsed her small body. "I'm sure that if I could get inside your mind, I'd find obscene thoughts about me." She placed her hand on the man's cheek. "Am I right? You have an obsession with me, Rizzo, and it gets harder for you to hide it every day." He pulled away from her, roughly pushing her hand away, his gaze turning cold and indifferent.

“You should. Investors would love it. ‘Our CEO builds miniature solar systems in his workshop because he can’t sleep.’ It projects a certain eccentricity.” “Is that what it projects?” “Eccentricity and a concerning sleep schedule.” She ate the cracker and brushed the crumbs from her fingers. “My version of that is rebuilding a carburetor at two in the morning because the float valve stuck and I can’t leave it alone until I know it works.” “We’re both obsessive.”

And instead of sucking on those sweet tits or lapping at that tiny snatch, his eyes were all over me and my hard pole. Oh yeah, I know when another dude is interested, and for the last couple months, there have been waves of tension from Brian’s side of the office. I feel his eyes on me sometimes, only to shift away quickly, I can feel the tension in that hard frame, the way his fingers drum restlessly on the conference table, hard body stiff. The sad part is that dude doesn’t even know he’s projecting like a nuclear explosion. My partner’s fucking miserable with that wife of his, that disgusting viper, and he’s lost sight of the world, thinking the problem is him. But who the fuck cares?

His cum filling me up while he calls me his filthy toy. The fantasy made me edge harder. I was so close when my boss called me into his office. “Lila, quick review,” he said, closing the door. I sat across from him, legs crossed tightly, the toy still buzzing. Dan texted: Don’t you dare turn it off. Edge for me. Mr. Reynolds leaned forward. “You’ve been performing exceptionally well. But you seem… distracted. Everything alright with your fiancé?” The word “fiancé” combined with the toy and thoughts of Dan pushed me dangerously close. I shifted in my seat, trying to stay composed while my pussy clenched and fluttered.

“The look in your eyes says you want more than just partnership.” I rolled my eyes and let out a scoff at the same time. “You just keep twisting my words, man.” I placed my glass down. “I have no interest in Jolene. She just happens to be everywhere. That’s why I’m always talking about her, making me seem like an obsessed teenager.” I shook my head. “No matter how much I talk about her and the whole Beaumont-Whitmore situation, it doesn’t mean that I’ve suddenly started liking her or that I want her back in my life.”