My Ceo's Masked Desire の小説・ストーリー

The only place where wanting what he wanted wasn't a liability but a language everyone spoke. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about Elias's eyes, that flash of something unnameable before the shutters came down. Wondering why that moment affected him more than anything else in the past seventy-two hours. Wondering why, for just a second, he'd wanted to stop performing. Alexander closed his eyes and willed sleep to come, knowing it wouldn't. The mask was exhausting to wear, but without it, he didn't know who he was supposed to be. So he'd keep wearing it. Keep smiling. Keep pretending. It was all he knew how to do.

She slid down the wall, gasping. Her hands shook violently as she covered her stomach. “Please…” she breathed, dizzy. “Please don’t…” The masked figure crouched in front of her, his breath steady… disturbingly calm. He brushed her hair back from her bloody forehead, almost gentle. “Curiosity,” he murmured, voice deep, familiar, unnervingly calm, “is a dangerous habit, Tessa.” Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. But her brain couldn’t catch it. Not through the pain. Not through the panic.

"Boss, maybe we should cancel. The press..." "We do not hide," I snapped. "If we hide, they think I am weak. We go." I hung up. "Get up," I said loudly. Chloe fell off the sofa. Thump. She groaned. She looked up, hair wild. "What?" "Get dressed. Black dress in the closet. We leave in ten minutes." "Coffee?" she begged. "No time." We stood in the foyer. I wore my public mask. The "CEO of Moretti Shipping." The legitimate businessman.

Madeleine crossed her arms. "Me? Jealous?" Katia clicked her tongue. "Please, Madeleine! I love Oscar, and I want to marry him. If I can convince him... we might have a child. I want to live a happy life with Oscar. He's the one I want to be with for the rest of my life." "Even though you're eager to see Oscar, I know you're afraid he won't come back, right?" "Exactly," she said with narrowed eyes. The elevator stopped a few minutes later. Unbeknownst to them, they had reached the top floor, where Stefan's office was, and she knew all the CEOs from different delegations would be there.

"Miss Harper, don't rush. If you like performing, I have lots of plays waiting for you. You can choose any one of them as long as you like them. I could give you any play that our group had invested in if there are other plays that you may like. I will invest in them. I can make you the next movie queen." Finally, Carlos tore his mask off. He fixed his eyes on Sienna, with sexual desire in his eyes. The woman in front of him looked breathtakingly beautiful, with an elegance that was rarely seen in the entertainment industry. It seemed that no one could invade her, but that only made him want her more.

I was the woman who let a stranger fuck her raw in a dark suite and then walked into his conference room the next morning and closed the deal of her life while still full of him. I was the woman who learned that the most dangerous risks are the ones that feel like destiny. And I would do it all over again. Every filthy, secret, perfect second. Because the mask came off. But the hunger never did. And neither did I. The first time he took me without a mask in public was at a private dinner for his portfolio founders three months later. We sat across from each other at a long table full of brilliant, ambitious people who had no idea that under the table his foot was between my legs, pressing ag

--- "The questions came like an onslaught—sharp, relentless, and without mercy. Each one sliced through the thin veneer of control I wore, like toe-edged swords aiming not just for answers, but for blood. I didn’t flinch, I stood tall, but inside, my nerves screamed. Every word felt like a fresh wound. They weren’t just asking—they were accusing, dissecting, unraveling. And the worst part? I had to take it all. I had to stand there, silent, composed, a CEO, a husband, a brother to a dead man I could barely defend. My jaw clenched. My chest tightened. But my face? A mask. Because any crack in that armor, and they’d tear me apart." “Was the company aware of Liam’s psychological instability?” I

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.

I replied and gulped down the rest of my wine Jason eyes lit up when he realized what I was up to and he also gulped down the rest of his wine "Are you here to seduce me secretary?" He asked lustfully when I pulled up my skirt, revealed my pantsless pussy and slowly sat down on his table with my pussy spread opened in front of him "Did I turn you on Mr Ceo?" "Always" he replied hungrily while staring at my pussy "I don't mind eating this before my lunch" he said and buried his face inside my pussy

Wrinkled lines were the signs that the body was aging quickly. *** Kezia had just finished compiling documents near the copier when a group of gossipers entered the room. She corrected her expression to become normal so that the discomfort she had been suppressing for so long would not show up. “I heard Mr. CEO decided to keep working and not take time for Honeymoon after marriage, is that true?” Cece asked while extended the hand that had the diamond ring on it with the intention of showing off. Amber glanced at the diamond-studded ring finger with envy.