All Chapters of THE CEO'S PAWN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Just as it was getting better and the ache inside her was flaming uncontrollable, he pulled back from his oral assault, his eyes glinting with the knowledge of the power he now held over her."We should get inside, don't you think?." He asked, watching her like a predator would watch its prey.Her face colored as she realised she'd totally forgotten where they were while she'd surrendered herself to him.And it was worse knowing that she wouldn't have called it quits if he hadn't."Of course." She bit out, still flaming red from her embarrassment.He must know how much effect he had on her, and must be enjoying every second of it.She followed him inside, taking her time to shut the door after them and hoping he'd be gone by the time she quit stalling.She didn't feel ready to face after what they'd just been up to.Just like the last time they'd been together, he'd been the one to call it quits, again.But he wasn't gon

In all her years together with Cole, Bree had never experienced an orgasm as mind blowing as the one Ryder just gave her. She lay limp with her body sensitive to all senses. He had a smirk on his face as he watched her with hooded eyes. True to his promise, he'd made her wait and beg for it before he finally let her cum, his name a chant on her lips and all the while, he made sure her hands were captives in his. He got off the couch, taking her with him. Without wasting any second, he lifted her off her feet and carried her up the stairs. She didn't ask any questions, trusting him to do only what would please them. He carried her into his room, with it's wide and comfy bed, dumping her on it. "I want to take you so hard in my bed and make memories to wake up to." There's no way he means that, right? He unbuttoned his shirt with so much ease, managing to make the simple action so sexy and tempting.

Bree dreaded going to see Jeffery, like she always did, but today it seemed the lesser evil when thrown against facing Ryder after last night.The night had been beautiful and she didn't want anything to ruin it, not even the man that had made it special for her.She sighed as she dressed up, she'd spent a greater part of her morning in the bath sponging off and now her skin hurt as the closest contact.She made sure Ryder was still in bed, at least his room, before she snuck out.If there's one thing she really sucks at, it was the morning after talk, and she'd rather not have it with man as enigmatic as he was volatile.And those were the words she'd use to describe Ryder in a heartbeat.To think she'd understand him better after having lived with him in the same house for a month plus now.The home was already running for the day when she arrived abd it gave her the chills to be here again and so soon.The back of her neck p

When Ryder woke up, it was to a cold, empty space next to him and no sign of Bree.It was almost like last night didn't happen and if he didn't still feel slightly sore from all that love making and raw passion, he might believe that it didn't after all.His room was devoid of any trace of her, except for her lingering scent in his sheets and pillows.It teased his nostrils and brought back vivid memories of last night, sweet memories of milky skin and fluid movement and it angered him so much that she'd bailed on him before even the rising of the sun.It was his pride as much as his feelings that was hurt, in all his life as a man, he's never had a woman disappear from his bed in the morning after, he'd always been the one doing all the running from all of them and their commitment traps.To have him taste the other side of that knife was hell, it made him so mad to consider the reasons she might have had.It all sets the flaws at his feet

She'd had no explanations to give, nothing not even warmth or apology.Ryder understood, he'd been way in over his head and he was sorry about that.He'd been off the mark to think that this could be anything other than a deal and his revenge scheme.For her, he'd been steering from that a bit.For some reason, she'd crawled deeper into her own head and it was just like they'd never been naked and burning in each other's arms.He didn't give a fuck' what it was, she should have been decent enough to tell him what had gone wrong, but she hadn't even been able to look him in the eyes and give any reason.He took it at face value for what it was, letting the anger and disdain he felt fuel his intent and main reason for being here.She was a mistake that shouldn't have happened, at least it was what he believed and it made accepting this easier.If avoiding him was an art, in the next few days, Bree became the fucking Picasso of it