Craving My Ruthless Ceo Novels & Stories

"Do you want me to," "Would you want to?" "Suck you off? I... sure," it was adorable having him hesitate. Oscar was the CEO of the Davenport group, the company that has been within the Davenport family for decades. I was sure that he was ruthless at his job to get to the point where he became the CEO. But now, seeing him unsure and vulnerable just made my cock throb with needs. "Face the mirror, I couldn't get enough of your adorable blush. I'm going to slide my cock between your cheeks and you're going to watch and feel how good it'll be when I'm inside you for real."

I catch myself admiring the cut of his suit, the strength in his frame, and instantly berate myself for noticing. He’s still got that raw, full-blooded maleness that once drew me in. But I won’t let him see that I remember. I won’t let him see anything. I swallow hard as I remove my sunglasses, revealing eyes that are sharp, unforgiving. I’m known as the ruthless CEO, and I intend to keep it that way. Ethan taught me that. He made me what I am.

My body is operating on autopilot while my mind splinters into pieces. My car is where I left it. A lifetime ago, when I was still stupid enough to believe in love and loyalty and happily ever after. I slide into the driver’s seat and just sit there, staring at nothing. Marcus works for Ashford Global. One of the most powerful companies in the city. He’s a VP, reports directly to... My stomach turns. Dante Ashford. The Dante Ashford. Billionaire CEO whose face appears in Forbes with regularity. Only attributed with the adjectives “ruthless,” “brilliant,” and “dangerous.”

he asked, his voice smooth and commanding. His gaze stirred something unexpected—a warmth in the midst of the cold. I'd seen that face before, through the fog of my pain: Julian Huxley, the ruthless CEO of Huxley Enterprises and Ethan's fiercest rival. What did he want from me? As the rain poured on, a new unease twisted in my gut—this encounter felt like the start of something far more dangerous than I could handle.

He didn't look as cold and ruthless as he used to look in the BT cartel, he still looked cold but it was well maintained, giving this CEO vibe. The lady was a bit stunned by the handsome look of this man. She could swear on her mother's grave that her heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. "You are?" She managed to compose herself as she asked for an intro of him. A low smirk appeared on his face and he stretched his hands for a handshake. "Antonio Ferrari, the CEO of Phoenix Enterprise" he replied to her and she smiled a little, accepting his hand shake. "Caprielia Deloitte" she said and a grim full of hatred flashed through Martin's eyes for a second but he masked it all up with a smile, the o

Just empty. I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling, resisting the urge to throw something. I used to think I’d stop craving her approval once I got the CEO title. But I was wrong. The craving doesn’t stop—it just gets buried deeper, disguised by paychecks and press releases and quarterly wins that never feel like enough. I rub a hand across my mouth, forcing the tension from my jaw.

VICTORIA I sit curled on the sofa, the iPad heavy in my lap, the television buzzing in the background. My face feels hot even though the room is cool. Every channel, every headline, every whisper of the world outside—it’s all about us. About Chase. About me. They are dragging us through the mud. I scroll and scroll, my eyes burning. The headlines are cruel, each word twisting like a knife. Chase Sterling unfit for leadership… CEO embroiled in scandal… whispers of criminal intent.

’ The clicking and flashing hastened with the fierce speed of the typing sounds. The clog in my throat returned. In a blink, I saw him—shadowed under a hood—and then he was gone. My stomach churned like a wild beast. ‘As of today, I am stepping up as the CEO of Lux Corp. We are returning to my father’s vision of global expansion. Thank you.’ I stood up—my chair flew back with a loud crash—and I bolted out of there. ***** I vomited. Tears gushed down like mad. From a broken heart or a guilty soul, I can’t tell. I couldn’t stop crying—and purging like a fucking uncontrollable sewage pipe.

She smiled at his playfulness. During their lunch, Devlin talked about his company. He started his business right after he resigned from his first job. He had enough money which he got from his grandma to invest in a construction company. He started from scratch until he was able to grow his business. Four years later, he is at the peak of his career. He is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Then, not too long ago, he joined the list of the young billionaires in the country.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.