Craving My Ruthless Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

This wasn't the CEO of Volkov Global; this was the obsessive predator who had kept me under his lock and key. "You think your pride is a weapon?" he whispered, his voice a low, animalistic rumble as he crawled onto the mattress, his massive frame looming over me until the air between us became thin. "You think you can stand in my cellar and dare me to break you? You have no idea what I have kept locked away since the day you signed that contract."

“He doesn’t want you either. You’re throwing yourself at him like a sad puppy. You even got yourself bitten. What’s next? Gonna tattoo his name on your forehead?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about—” “No? You’re just desperate. That’s all this is. Is your pussy that damn itchy, Rowena?” she said, tilting her head with the nastiest grin. Something snapped in me. “Yeah, maybe it is! And guess who I want to scratch it, huh? Not you. So do the world a favor and go choke on your blood pack, bitch!” The room erupted in gasps again, some people laughing, others frozen.

Grant's POV The city lights blurred past as I drove. I didn't know where I was going to, I just knew I couldn't be in that house. Not with Finn's taste still lingering on my body or the ghost of his mouth still burning against my skin. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I gripped it tighter forcing myself to breathe in and out. Everything about my life had been mechanical for years. I wake up, go to work, then come home and pretend. I had built an empire on control, discipline and on never letting anyone see what I truly was. And in thirty seconds, or less, Finn had torn it all down.

I said, stepping toward the glass doors that led to the balcony. “Because if you don't, I am going to bite my arms until they bleed, scream at the top of my voice, and wake up this whole hotel. Tell me, Christian... how would it sound in the morning news: 'Billionaire CEO Christian Blackthorne beats his new bride ruthlessly on their wedding night'? Wouldn't that be such a lovely headline for your precious stock market?” Christian’s jaw tightened. His gaze went to the balcony. “Go ahead. Scream if you want to. Nobody will believe a word that comes out of your mouth."

In nervousness, I accidentally cough. "Are you okay dar?" Dar? Dar as in what? Is that a short of darling? Shit he was hot when we're having s*x but now he's so corny and out of character! But I nodded. "Well, Beatrix's parents owned a taxi company, and now that they died in a car accident, she was the new owner," answered Apollo. I CAN'T TAKE IT! I HAVE TO EAT THE FOOD THAT THEY WERE ALL IGNORING! Since Apollo is busy reasoning out about me, I ate the king crab. It was so big but luckily they had scissors.

"She is. Wait—do you like quiet girls? You can totally date Leila." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Not interested. Not yet, anyway." I make a little pout, stabbing my pasta. "You two would fit so well though." He brushes it aside smoothly. "Speaking of fitting… you didn’t warn me properly about how cruel the CEO is. He practically ripped me apart during his addressing this morning. He nitpicked every tiny mistake, typo, error—like it was a crime scene.” I burst out laughing, nearly choking on my drink, "That’s him. Trust me, he’s actually cruel. When I was working as his secretary, I got it ten times worse."

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

"Really?" "I assure you." "The capitalist world is so ruthless." She had to prepare him mentally for it. "You, the troublemaker, also grew up in a capitalist family. Why do you say you're ruthless?" A teasing voice sounded from behind. Anna Desmond, the chief secretary, was bringing documents for the boss's approval. "It's you who's ruthless!" Cherry Desmond held Kellan Lutz's hand and walked in the opposite direction. She knew that engaging in an argument here would put her at a disadvantage.

I continued. A smile tugged at his lips staring back at me, as he had both hands clasped together on my table and he lean forward. Making my insides stir up with more anger, wishing I’d never let him in the first place. Absent on the fact that he had been the CEO of De-Lux. One fraudulent company… I scanned him overall. His accent was thick, but his English was perfect, getting me slightly irritate. I’ve heard the founder of De-Lux to be ruthless, and also a man who wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. But that's what you’d expect from a man who controlled most of the cartels.

He only gives a curt nod in every situation. His employees called him “The ice man” when they thought he couldn't hear. But today? Today, he was coming undone right in front of me. Out of nowhere, he stood slowly, his movement stiff and mechanical. My gaze locked on him. Eager to see his next move. “Leo Crane.” His voice came out rough and forced. “CEO of Grey Jewelry and Co.” He extended his hand, but everything about it screamed reluctance. Anthony glanced at the offered hand, a dismissive look written all over his face.