The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

“What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn’t dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more.

But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air – smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion.

There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior.

“Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull.

When I don’t answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor. I flinch as I hold back a whimper, already on the verge of tears.

“Answer me!” He demands, his tone bursting with a twinge of annoyance that left my knees weak with anxiety. But unfortunately, my brain failed to deliver a coherent answer. So I did the one thing I knew how to do best.

“I’ll do anything you tell me to.” I continued to plead, my voice barely audible against how loudly my heart was beating. “Just please let me keep my job.”

A beat of silence passed, and I waited with bated breath, silently praying he didn’t call security to throw me out.

I’m caught off guard when he grabs a fist full of my hair, and I hiss in pain as he forces my head up with a hard tug.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at him helplessly, and my pathetic sight seemed to amuse him as his lips split into a devious smirk at my expense.

“Anything?” He raises a brow, and I try to nod but his tight grip on me does not allow it.

“Yes.” I finally say. “Anything.”

“Let me ask you something first.” He began softly, and I blinked repeatedly when I caught sight of his free hand moving to unbuckle the straps of his belt.

What the hell?

“Why did you rank me as number three?”

What?

“I don’t understand…” I trailed off, watching closely as he unzipped his trousers next. My gaze trailed to the evident bulge as I unconsciously wet my lips.

Damn, every part of this man was sculpted into divine perfection.

Luke Graham pulled on my hair tighter, and I let out a sharp cry as he roughly grabbed my chin. He crouches down to my eye level, anger blazing in his heterochromatic eyes.

“How the hell did you rank me below a fucking employee.” He rasped, his statement invoking a sudden realization that hit me like a hard brick.

This man…was more enraged about the fact that I had ranked him below Caspian on my list, rather than the fact that it was leaked for all eyes to see.

And of all the things to direct his anger at, that was what annoyed him the most?

Oh, why does that make my pussy throb?

“No reason.” I knew my answer would piss him off even more, but I don’t know where the sudden boldness that washed over me came from. I was playing with dangerous fire and was very much aware this flame could burn me, and still “I felt he’ll be better.” I had a craving need to be burned.

In reality, staying on my knees, in this position, with this beautiful man in front of me, stirred something deep within the depths of my aching soul, a mix of feelings I had believed were non-existent.

Want, desire…..

Lust

I loved the way his eyes stormed with a whirlwind of emotions, my own eyes lowering seductively as I chose to push him once more.

“There was an empty slot and I needed to fill it with anyone that came to”

My words are stolen as he sprung to his feet and shoves his dick in my mouth with one powerful thrust of his hips.

“By the time I’m done with you.” He began, chuckling darkly as he looked down at me struggling against the girth of his length.

“You’ll eat your words.”

“Mmph!” Tears stung my eyes as his hard length slid down my throat in one powerful thrust. My hands pressed against his thighs, seeking relief from the pressure, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place. Pain shot through my scalp, yet instead of wincing, I moaned shamelessly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.

Damn, why did that feel so good?

“You like that?” Amusement laced his tone, followed by a low groan rumbling in his chest.

In response, I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick, catching him off guard. I refused to let him have all the control, and pride swelled in my chest as I felt him twitch in my mouth. It was as if I were possessed; my body moved on its own, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure pulsing through my veins.

He was so hard, big, and damn hot. I had to breathe through my nose to avoid suffocating, saliva dripping from my lips as his movements grew faster. He gave me no chance to catch my breath as he continued to thrust mercilessly. I could feel my mascara fading along with the tears running down my cheeks.

“Ahh… fuck yes,” he moaned, and suddenly, it became my favorite sound. I raised my gaze to watch him, peering through my lashes just in time to see him throw his head back, mouth agape, and eyes squeezed shut.

Oh, that sight did things to me.

I was the one making him feel this way, and the mere thought of it made me clench my thighs as desire pulsed through me.

It was strange, this rush of new feelings and sensations hitting me all at once. I felt like a teenager who’d just tasted hard drugs, insanely high on the pleasure it brought me.

It was addictive, thrilling, and I wanted more.

Feeling bold, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, and he sucked in a sharp breath as I squeezed lightly. I began to run my hands over the parts of him that couldn’t fit into my mouth, matching my pace with the speed of his thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he praised me, and my heart fluttered. “Take my cock like the needy bitch you are.”

Such a filthy mouth on such a beautiful face. It was a dangerous combination, making my pussy throb painfully against my lace panties.

The way his voice deepened with need was like music to my ears, and here I thought he couldn’t get any sexier.

I had a sudden urge to make him moan my name with that voice of his. Just the thought of it sent tantalizing shivers up my spine, settling between my legs and exploding into a pool of slick wetness.

When he pushed my head hard against him, forcing me to take all of him in, my gag reflex kicked in, and I almost choked. I was grateful I had skipped breakfast this morning; otherwise, I would have spilled my guts right then and there.

He held me there for a few seconds, watching me lose my breath against him as his dick constricted against the walls of my throat.

The lack of oxygen made me dizzy, and I began to feel lightheaded, but this man only chuckled darkly in sick satisfaction.

He was enjoying this to the fullest, and why the hell was that so attractive to me?

I never knew I had a thing for sadists.

I felt him swell in my mouth, and I looked up at him, my bloodshot eyes pleading as they met his intense stare. He didn’t look away, and a whimper crawled up my throat as his free hand roughly grabbed my jaw. He raised my chin higher and pulled out abruptly, giving me a chance to suck air into my dry lungs. But my relief was short-lived. I let out a needy whine as he slapped his dick against my cheek, successfully gaining my attention as he jerked my head up again with a sharp tug of my hair.

“Open your mouth,” he grunted, his hands working to finish what he’d started. “Now.”

I obediently followed his orders, opening my mouth and even sticking out my tongue.

I couldn’t help it; I was desperate to taste him.

“Fucking slut.” The insult only aroused me more, and that seductive smirk on his face only made it worse.

He huffed out a breath as his hands slid back and forth over his member. I couldn’t look away as I watched him pleasure himself to release. I just stared in awe, my lips spread open wide and ready.

My heart drummed against my ears as I waited.

“Arggh!” He let out a feral growl as he finally reached his peak. Creamy white liquid shot out from his tip and right into my mouth, and my eyes fluttered closed as I relished in his taste.

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So damn delicious.

I couldn’t believe I’d been missing out on this all this while.

My eyes fluttered closed as he continued to feed me with his seed.

“Hmmm.” I swallowed without hesitation, a satisfied moan vibrating in my chest as my tongue darted out to lick my lips, collecting the drops of sperm that had strayed there. I was oblivious to his lingering gaze; I couldn’t see the unhinged grin that painted his lips in that split second.

He crouched down to my level and grabbed my face with both hands, and I didn’t mind that they’d been used to pleasure himself just a few seconds ago.

My eyes popped open, and I gulped at the way his expression darkened in an instant.

“Clean yourself up and get out.”