All Chapters of The CEO'S Plaything : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sky’s heart pounded like a war drum as her car screeched into the company parking lot. She slammed the door shut, muttering a string of curses under her breath. Her pulse raced with every hurried step toward the towering glass building that seemed to taunt her lateness.“Oh, fuck, he’s going to kill me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She clutched her bag tightly, her fingers digging into the leather as if it could anchor her against the wave of panic that threatened to consume her.The elevator ride felt like an eternity, her reflection in the mirrored walls doing little to comfort her. She was a mess—hair slightly tousled, cheeks flushed, and sweat threatening to bead at her temples. She straightened her skirt, tugging at the hem as if the few inches of fabric would somehow shield her from Xavier’s wrath.When the elevator dinged open, she bolted out, her heels clicking against the polished floors like a ticking clock. She didn’t have to ask where Xavier was; the murmurs of voi

Sky's lips parted, the air thickening between them like a current drawing her into Xavier's orbit. Her chest heaved with the force of her breaths, every inch of her body alive and trembling with a need she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge until now. The room seemed to tilt, her surroundings blurring, until all she could focus on was him—his piercing gaze, his commanding presence, the scent of his cologne that wrapped around her like a vice.Her voice was barely above a whisper, raw and laden with vulnerability. “The first one.”Xavier’s smirk morphed into something darker, more primal, as if her words had unlocked a beast within him. His hand moved with purpose, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him. The hard lines of his body collided with her softness, and she let out a soft gasp at the overwhelming sensation. His warmth enveloped her, his breath brushing against her temple as he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear.“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice a l

Xavier’s thrusts were unrelenting, each movement deliberate, powerful, and full of purpose, like he was claiming Sky piece by piece. His thick, veiny cock moved in and out of her with maddening precision, gliding against her slick heat like silk, drawing out desperate moans she could no longer contain.His hands gripped her waist firmly, his fingers sinking into her soft skin as if anchoring himself in the storm of his desire. The desk beneath her creaked faintly, a stark contrast to the symphony of their shared sounds: the slap of skin, ragged breaths, and the soft, gasping moans spilling from Sky’s lips.“You’re doing so good for me, angel. Fuck Your pussy is so fucking tight!” Xavier growled, his voice low and gravelly, carrying words that seemed to sear right through her. It made her shiver a bit and get more wet. She doesn't know how to explain but the words about how tight her pussy was turned her so good. Fuck. His words felt pure, grounding her in the midst of the overwhel

Xavier adjusted his tie for the third time as he strode down the long marble hallway leading to the conference room. His polished shoes echoed against the pristine floor, a sound that usually filled him with a sense of command. Today, however, it felt like a mocking reminder of his tardiness. He never comes late and worse, of the bombshell he had just uncovered.Sky’s email had come through moments before he left his office, its subject line innocuous enough: Meeting Agenda: Cooper Industries Collaboration. He hadn’t thought much of it—until he opened the attached file and saw the name at the top of the attendee list: Charles Hartley—CEO, Cooper Industries. Abigail’s father."Fuck," Xavier muttered under his breath as he reached the heavy oak doors of the conference room. Of all the people in the world, why him? The very thought of sitting across from the man who had raised the woman who had gutted him, who had ruined his trust in anyone, made his stomach churn. And to make matters w

Sky’s breath hitched the moment Abigail’s eyes landed on Xavier. The flicker of something unspoken passed between them—something old, raw, and unresolved. It wasn’t the kind of look you gave a colleague or a rival; it was personal, painfully so. Sky felt her stomach churn as her gaze darted between the two of them. Who is she to him?“Apologies for my tardiness,” Abigail said, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with a hint of condescension. She didn’t bother looking at anyone else in the room except Xavier. “I hope I didn’t miss anything… important.”Xavier’s jaw tightened visibly, his fingers drumming once on the table before he clasped them together to stop himself. “You’re late,” he said curtly, not bothering to hide the edge in his tone. “This isn’t your family dinner table where you can waltz in whenever you please, Abigail.”“Ah, Xavier,” Abigail said, her voice a low, honeyed taunt that sent a chill down Sky’s spine. “Still as charming as ever, I see. Though… you look more str