The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

I anxiously pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as my head lowered to hide the red-hot blush on my cheeks.

The CEO held me against him so much that I felt the subtle beat of his heart against my exposed back. His breathing was steady, while I held my breath.

The CEO goes forward to caress my cheeks, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on the corner of my lips, and I subconsciously lean further into his touch, almost like a reflex action, getting lost in his intoxicating scent of cinnamon and manly essence.

He was playing with me again, and I could tell by the way his eyes glistened with untold mischief and a glint of amusement.

Even if it was all an act, I still savored the moment, he was like a daydream-Far-fetched and out of reach, a perfect ensemble of forlorn reverie.

The man before us still doesn’t look convinced, so he goes further to ask;

“Is that so? I thought you fancied slimmer girls,” he observed, peering at me skeptically through his thick square glasses. I scoffed at him, my lips twisting into a bitter scowl as I fought the urge to kick his groin.

Did this geezer just call me fat?!

My patience snapped at that moment, and a wave of confidence flooded my blood, causing my lips and body to move on their own.

“Baby,” I began, and the amusement in the CEO’s eyes was replaced by slight shock as I turned to face him.

I lowered my eyes seductively, placing a hand on Luke’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. “Do I look like I care what this man thinks?” My voice was a purr, laced with a challenge and an undertone of desire that I didn’t know I possessed. I was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it was too intoxicating to resist.

Luke’s response was immediate and protective, his arm wrapping around my waist a bit tighter, pulling me even closer, if that was at all possible. The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smirk, an unspoken agreement to my bold play. “Not at all,” he whispered back, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “And for the record, I prefer my women with curves that my hands can’t resist but explore.”

It took everything in me to not let my facade fall as he said those words, they effortlessly seared through my chest, reaching toward my core and exploding with slick desire between my legs.

The man before us shifted uncomfortably, clearly regretting his words but also too caught up in the palpable tension between the CEO and me to look away.

“Any more doubts?” Luke’s question wasn’t just for the man; it was a challenge to anyone who dared question what we had, even if what we had was as complicated as it was passionate.

“No, I-I think everything is clear now,” the man stammered, regaining his composure as he cleared his throat awkwardly. He forced a smile, adjusting his glasses as if hoping they’d provide some sort of barrier from the scene before him.

As the man scurried away, I’m taken aback as the CEO’s gaze hardened on me, his hand tracing my jawline. “You infuriate me,” he admitted, his tone laced with wonder and something deeper, more vulnerable. “So much that I can’t help but want to mark you.”

I swallowed hard, my lips parting in awe at the heavy weight of his declaration.

As the intensity of the moment settled, my boldness began to ebb away, replaced by the familiar shyness that always lingered beneath my surface. I attempted to step back, to put some distance between us, to return to the safety of my own shell. But Luke, sensing my retreat, tightened his hold, his voice a whisper of velvet against the turmoil in my mind.

“Finish what you started,” he urged in a low growl, his gaze flickering to his crotch. My eyes trailed toward where he referred to, and a gasp escaped my lips as I spotted the huge bulge under the delicate fabric of his skirt.

The next moments were a blur, the world around us fading away as he grabbed my hand and guided me through the dimly lit spaces of the exclusive lounge.

“Where are you taking me to?” I asked, panic raging through my voice as I struggled to keep up with his pace.

I was met with deafening silence, and all I could do was hold my tongue and follow his lead. My eyes widened when we came to a halt in front of a door marked ‘Private.’ My heart was a chaotic symphony, each beat louder than the next, and I feared he could hear it over the soft jazz music bellowing in the air.

Once inside the luxurious seclusion of the private room, I let out a yelp as he roughly tossed me against the master bed, the reality of the situation hitting me hard. My award slipped to the floor with a loud thud, and my breath caught in my throat as I watched the CEO shrug out of his blazer with aggressive urgency.

Luke’s dominance in the room was unmistakable, his presence filling every corner with a palpable intensity. His approach toward me was measured, each step deliberate, reflecting a confidence that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I’m done playing games,” he declared, his voice low and compelling. The slight edge of command in his tone sent an unexpected thrill through me. “So I’ll be straight with it.”

“Listen up, Aurelia Ravenwood, I’ll help you complete your sex bucket list, and in return, you become my new plaything.”

The distance between us vanished as he towered over me, his gaze locked onto mine.

I blinked once, then twice, my brain working overtime to process his words.

Did the CEO… just… offer himself to me?

The air seemed to crackle with electric anticipation that made my heart stop, and I found myself drawn to the idea of surrendering to the moment, of being caught up in his world and the exhilarating sense of being utterly his.

But then Caspian’s face flashed in my mind, and I was racked with guilt.

“I-I…” I trailed off, my mouth opening and closing as I failed to come up with a coherent response.

“I can see the curiosity in your eyes, the desire to push beyond your limits,” he continued, his words weaving a seductive promise. “If you choose this, if you choose to be mine, I’ll take you to heights of pleasure you’ve never imagined. But make no mistake, it will be on my terms.”

The thought of being his, of being considered a plaything in this intricate dance of power and surrender, strangely didn’t repel me. Instead, it ignited a flare of excitement within me. The concept of giving over control, of exploring the boundaries of desire under his guidance, was tantalizing.

But still, could I really engage in such a dangerous game with my boss? And what about Caspian? I had promised him a reply tonight.

I made up my mind to say yes to him, but now… I wasn’t so sure anymore.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze as my mind played back the events of the weeks that had passed. It was true that I had a soft spot for Caspian, but he wasn’t the one that plagued my mind. It wasn’t my kiss with him that I fantasized about every night before going to bed.

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It wasn’t his name I called while I pleasured myself, neither did his touch burn me and leave scars.

It wasn’t Caspian.

It was the CEO.

And now the man that had seemed so far out of reach offered himself to me, a rare opportunity to explore my aching needs.

“I want this,” I found myself whispering, surprised by the conviction in my own voice. “Make me yours.”

A smile, sharp and pleased, spread across Luke’s face. “Then we begin,” he proclaimed, his voice a mix of satisfaction and promise. He reached out, his touch commanding yet careful, as if acknowledging the trust I was placing in him.

“Strip for me.”