Craving My Ruthless Ceo Novels & Stories

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."

" 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.

“Insane for you? Maybe.” “Stop,” I whispered, though my palms pressed weakly against his chest instead of shoving him. His heartbeat thudded under my fingertips, steady, unbothered, as if he knew I wouldn’t push him away. “Stop pretending, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low, coaxing. “Your body already betrayed you.” Anger flared through me, a last defense against the dizzying pull he had over me. “You think you’re irresistible? That every woman wants you? You’re arrogant.”

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..."

he said, raising an eyebrow like it would ring a bell. And it did. The name hit like ice. The CEO, Ruthless, Billionaire. The man I had challenged in an elevator. “I need a wife,” he continued, as if discussing the weather. “One year. A contract. No romance.” I was so shocked I almost laughed in his face, But I wouldn't dare, I had heard one too many stories about this man, how people who went against him didn't just loose jobs, they never recovered... He didn’t move.