Craving My Ruthless Ceo Novels & Stories

I’m glad I’m not the one he’s set his sights on, because I have a feeling this CEO is not just driven but utterly ruthless to boot. The article continued, characterizing Anthony as a brutal control freak who refused to listen to any kind of criticism. Despite Anthony stating over and over that Bertram, Sons, and Co. had made great strides in providing natural and safe products, despite his explaining that they were phasing out animal testing, despite everything positive he’d told that damn reporter, she’d chosen to focus on his fucking cufflinks. And how he’d get revenge on anyone who crossed him.

But if his thinks he can intimidate me by his hovering frame, than he had another thing coming! I, Sapphire Ronaldo, know how how to make arrogant men like him to bend on their knees! He walked straight to me and stood only at a step distance. I desperately wanted to step back but just to show him that I am not least intimidated by him, which I am not, I stayed rooted to my place. I gulped as he leaned forward. His minty and forestry fragrance was so refreshing. I gritted my teeth and maintained my eye contact with this ruthless beast! "It is your choice," he said stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do as I say or see your family ruin."

I go from the school compound to the bank of the road. I try calling my mom again, hoping she will pick up this time, but still no answer. "What a good mom you are for not caring about where your daughter is at this time." My voice rises in anger. As I turn, I am stunned to see the guy I'm dared to kiss in the corridor driving a dark red Chevrolet car past me. One of his hands hangs from his car, and he smirks when he sees me in a cocky way. My heart skips a beat at his reaction.

said Laura. "According to Mom, it's better if you approach the wealthy boss who can buy you a luxurious house so that Mom can live in that luxurious house too," Melisa said confidently. "Mom, just relax. After I give myself to that wealthy foreigner, I guarantee he'll always be addicted." Laura became even more confident. The greedy mother and her cheap daughter continued to enjoy their foolish fantasies. Sumi, the new maid, so innocent-looking with quite rustic attire, felt something under the small table earlier without the knowledge of Melisa and Laura.

" That's boring. I already know things about you." " Which is?" " You love vanilla ice cream, you always visit the park every weekend. You graduated with a first class. You used to be the school belle until your sister started sabotaging you silently. You hate horror movies coz you feel they're too fake. You prefer street food to five-star restaurants. You love red colour and you hate clothes that choke on your neck....... Hmm am I missing something?" He ranted and I kept my mouth open in surprise. ' How does he know so much about me? Who am I kidding? He's a billionaire. He must have done his research before he made a deal with me. '

One accidental brush of her skin against mine, and I was obsessed, craving not just her body but the exquisite challenge of breaking her spirit, owning her screams like a symphony composed for my ears alone. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time—nothing. Had I pushed too far with my proposition? It was straightforward, brutally honest: one million dollars wired immediately to erase her mother's crippling debts, unlimited access to the best medical care money could buy—private jets to specialists, experimental treatments, whatever it took. In exchange? Her complete surrender. Thirty days of her as my personal feast—rough, unrelenting, my cock buried in her tight heat whenever the hunger st

I sank into my chair and buried my face into my trembling hands and sobbed uncontrollably. A tab on my shoulders snapped me back. Then I quickly wiped my tears to make sure I don't give the vultures more entertainment. But when I lifted my face, my eyes caught an unusual eyes, but not unfamiliar. It was him, the same man who had caught my attention in a corporate event weeks ago. He had a presence that silenced the air around him. Viktor Douglas. He said, stretching forward his handkerchief. The name echoed. I whispered it to myself in affirmation that it was him. The same name Julian complained about always. The most dreaded youngest CEO in New York. Ruthless, they say he is.

He inhaled deeply, enjoying her sweet scent. "It’s all your fault. I keep losing my rationality because of you," he murmured against her skin. Eve felt shy at his words, but at the same time, her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Was this really the cold and ruthless CEO feared by so many? It didn’t seem so! His ability to shift personalities was astonishing. He could be aloof and indifferent one moment, yet completely roguish the next. "Evie," he called her name softly, his deep voice sending an unexplainable sensation through her.

“You think I can get fired? You really don’t know who I am.” When my eyes searched his still without recognition, he offered. “Max Crane. I own Helix co.” My mouth dropped into a wide ‘O’, and I was so mortified by my oversight, I turned to flee the room. He caught me easily, lunging out of the chair like a battle ready panther. I was not prepared for the glorious feel of his firm, muscle-corded chest as I slammed against him.

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..."