Mr. CEO: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 160)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Oh, God,” I whisper, voice trembling. “How the heck are we going to get through dinner?”

  “I’ve got no fucking idea,” he growls, stepping back. “I’ve never masturbated in my life, Scarlett. And I haven’t been with a woman in over ten years.”

  “What!”

  “I was waiting for the right one,” he growls. “And now I’ve found you. I want my manhood to be ready. I can feel how eager my seed is to make a home in your velvety womb. Can you feel it, too?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “It’s like these twinges in my belly. I really can, Santiago. My body wants your babies, but…”

  “But what?” he growls.

  But what if this is all a trick? What if I don’t deserve a happily ever after?

  “Nothing,” I say quickly, heading for the door. “Shall we get going?”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Santiago

  We sit at the most exclusive table in the most exclusive penthouse restaurant in the city. Below us, the setting sun makes the metropolitan glow red-orange, and in the restaurant the sconce lights flicker off the polished silverware. My queen looks around at the splendor with her mouth open, and then closes it a moment later…

  Which I’m glad about.

  Sitting there with her mouth open gives me savage ideas. It’s all too easy to imagine sliding my manhood into her quivering lips, getting it good and wet for when I plunge it inside of her, bringing the head to her ripe red fruit, oh-so-ready for bursting.

  I didn’t plan on telling her about how I haven’t had a release in over ten years. But I don’t want to lie to her, either. Women have never interested me much. In my youth, there were a few dalliances here and there, but never anything serious. I don’t even remember their faces.

  They’re all obliterated in my mind by Scarlett.

  When the waiter arrives, a prim-looking man with a brown mustache and a patterned cloth over one arm, Scarlett bites her lip in that just-Scarlett way, taking the menu with a slight shaking of her hands.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Um, woah,” she giggles. “How did you even know that anything was wrong?”

  I reach across the table and take her hand, squeezing supportively. “Because I can read you. You were made for me, Scarlett. I’ll always know how you’re feeling. And I’ll always be here to make you feel better. So tell me. Is it the menu?”

  She nods, eyes downcast, as though she’s ashamed to admit it. “I guess I should get a salad, right?”

  “Scarlett, look at me.”

  She slowly looks up, causing a riot in my body. Every nerve I have jumps around as if urging me to turn full beast and just jump across the table, knocking all this fine silverware to the floor, and then grab her by the shoulders and bend her over. The memory of her pink, glistening pussy is still too vivid in my mind … and the knowledge that it’s never been touched makes it all the more irresistible.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in this restaurant,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t be attracted to a woman who was scared to eat. I like to eat, too. Do you really think I want to have to worry about some rail-thin socialite judging me every time I get a double cheeseburger? Damn, Scarlett, get whatever the hell you want.”

  Her characteristic crimson flush spreads across her face and neck. “Well, when you put it like that…a cheeseburger does sound kinda great. But do you think it’d be weird, ordering a cheeseburger in a place like this?”

  I scoff. “You can order anything you want, anywhere you want. Your days of feeling self-conscious in places like this is long gone. If you believed the moon was cheese, like some little kids do—”

  “Hey! I’m not that silly!”

  “I know,” I assure her, giving her hand a squeeze again. “You’re smart, honest, kind and capable. I read some of your work earlier, and it was fantastic, the best copy from a new hire I’ve ever read. I think you’d make an incredible writer, Scarlett. The artistic flourishes in your prose…they were exceptional.”

  “Wow,” she says, leaning down and resting her cheek against my hand like a she-wolf supplicating her alpha. “That means so much to me, you have no idea. But what were you saying about the moon?”

  I grin savagely. “If you thought the moon was cheese, I’d dedicate billions of dollars to get there, and bring you back a sample. Anything for my queen.”

  She giggles, batting her eyelashes at me. She must not have any idea how insane that drives me, how innocent and sexy she looks at the same time. “Okay, so that’s a fancy way of saying I can get a cheeseburger, right?”

  “Right.”

  When the waiter returns, I order two cheeseburgers, as well as fries, onion rings, garlic bread, and some garlic mushrooms. “I didn’t want to get too much,” I tell Scarlett. “We need to save room for dessert.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she says sarcastically. “You really ordered the healthiest stuff on the menu.”

  We both laugh, exchanging a secret glance, the sort of look I imagine men and women in long-term relationships must exchange all the time. It’s like we’re silently telling each other, Fuck all those idiots who think eating salads and scrimping on calories means they’re better than everybody else.

  “Scarlett,” I ask her as we wait for the food to arrive, “what’s stopping you from becoming a writer?”

  “Um, money,” she laughs. “It’s not like I can just write a book, have it become a bestseller, and then live off the earnings all in the space of a month.”

  “So that’s why you applied for my company?” I ask.

  “No.” She mock-glares, playful feistiness making her features taunting. “I applied to your company because of its moral principles. But yeah, I’d be lying if I said my dream scenario wouldn’t be to be a writer.”

  “Are you working on anything right now?” I ask.

  “You know, Santiago, this is pretty much more interest than anybody has ever taken in my passion before.”

  “You deserve to be listened to,” I tell her. “But not just because you’re my queen. It’s because you’re talented.”

  She glows, her whole face brightening under the attention. “Well, yeah, I’m working on something right now. It’s a thriller book about a girl in an orphanage. I guess you could say it’s based on my own life a little.”

  “I can’t wait to read it,” I tell her, my voice infused with genuine sincerity. “I’ll save a place on my bookshelf.”

  “Your virtual bookshelf, right?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She interlaces her fingers, laying her chin on them in a way that causes her pearl necklace to jostle around. My hunter’s mind urges me to grab the necklace and use it to tug her closer, so that I can taste her plump lips.

  But my princess deserves to be listened to, as well as lusted after. I won’t disrespect the mother of my child…until the time is right to paint her in red-hot sin.

  “Well, you obviously prefer reading on Kindle to hard copy, right?”

  “You’re joking, princess?” I snarl. “There’s nothing like the feeling of a book in your hand.”

  “Here we go,” she giggles.

  “What do you mean, here we go?” I banter. “It’s a valid point, surely. The feel of a book, it’s…” I trail off.

  “See,” she exclaims. “Everybody always goes on and on about the way a book feels and everything, but when it comes down to actually giving some concrete reasons, they can’t think of anything. Whereas for my side of the argument, there’s loads. Customizability, storage, portability…”

  “Say what you want,” I chuckle. “You’re never going to change my mind.”

  She flashes her brave green eyes at me. “Uh-uh, we’ll see about that. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a long, long time to change it, haven’t I?” She glances down, wincing as though in emotional pain. “Sorry, that was way, way forward.”

  “Scarlett,” I snarl. “There’s no forward with us. We’re Scarlett and Santiago, now, forever. You’re going t
o give me at least five children, so I think we better get comfortable around each other.”

  “In that case,” she sasses, “doesn’t five seem a little low to you?”

  I have to bite down to stop the wolf-like howl of victory from escaping my lips. I feel my entire body, right down to the my fucking atoms, demanding that I take this woman right now, right here. I glance toward the kitchen to see if the food is going to be much longer, but when I turn back, I lose all control.

  I stand up and offer her my hand. “We’re leaving,” I say, hardly able to restrain my voice. “I can’t wait a second longer to put my seed inside of you. I feel it, Scarlett.”

  She stands up, shivering, excitement painting her features crimson. “What do you mean?”

  “I feel all our offspring inside of me, eager to get out. And I can fucking smell the scent of your fertile womb.”

  “Santiago,” she gushes. “I have to admit, I was sort of hoping you’d say we could leave early. I’m going crazy over here.”

  I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to me. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve withheld my lust for as long as any man could humanely be expected to around Scarlett, with her tempting curves and her quick-witted tongue, with her put-a-child-in-me hips.

  Everything about her is too fertile and sexy to resist.

  I need to be inside of her tonight. Now. Right this fucking second.

  I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Scarlett

  Santiago slides his hand softly up the back of my thigh as the private elevator takes us up to the hotel penthouse suite. I watch the blinking red indicator of the floor readout closely, silently screaming for it to get to the top. He grips my leg near my panties, which are so wet right now they’re clinging to me like I’ve just gone swimming.

  This is it, the big moment, and whereas before in my life I always thought that fear would grip me, now I just feel surging excitement. We basically run into the hotel room.

  The main lobby – wow, this hotel room has a lobby – is a wide open room with a high ceiling and a golden chandelier hanging down. The living room is plush and has artwork hanging on the walls.

  And the bedroom, the room we rush into, has a four-poster bed with carved golden pillars. I stop, staring at it in awe, and at the rest of the room. There’s a plush fur rug and a balcony that looks like it belongs in a royal castle, the beams all carved metal.

  “Fit enough for my queen?” Santiago growls, pressing his body up behind me.

  I shiver against him, wiggling my hips back and forth, my body throbbing with the pent-up desire. He’s so much taller than me, I can feel his chest muscles on the back of my head, like two massive boulders that are going to protect me from all the pain in the world.

  “Lie down, Scarlett,” he growls in my ear, his breath caressing hotly. “I’m going to give you what you deserve.”

  I walk to the bed, feeling sexier than I ever have in my entire life. I can feel his eyes on me and, for the first time ever, I don’t feel self-conscious. I always wondered if my first time would be ruined by how in-my-own-head I’d be, but it’s not like that.

  I lie down on the bed, sticking my ass out at him. I know how crazy my body drives him and, for once, I feel like I can embrace that. Santiago stalks up behind me. I can hear his breathing most of all, heavy with the undertone of a predator’s snarl.

  “These fucking legs,” he sighs, sliding his hands up the backs of them, sliding up my dress and inching toward my ass cheeks. “Jesus fucking Christ, Scarlett. I could spend the rest of my life just exploring these legs. Your curves are so delicious, they make me want to eat you up.”

  He reaches my panties and then, finally – oh, thank fuck – he peels them down my body. I kick off my heels and turn my head to see my soaked panties land in a crumple on the floor.

  He returns to my pussy, probing around my hole with his finger. I remember when he licked my aching wet hole and I just wanted him to go inside of me so badly, but he didn’t.

  Now, he slides in slowly, parting my lips. I close my eyes and see a fireworks display in my vision, a frantic collection of ecstasy-fueled colors. Then I open them and turn to find him on the bed, leaning over me, his manhood sliding through the zipper in his pants.

  It’s huge, at least eleven or twelve inches, a pulsating flesh-colored spear with an engorged head. A juicy spot of precome clings to the head, shining slightly in the light. His balls look like ripe fruit ready to burst…inside of me, seeding my womb and infusing me with the warmth of life.

  Giant veins run down both sides of his cock, shimmering as the weighted length of him jostles around.

  “Bend forward,” he snarls, hardly able to speak, his eyes fixated on my wet pink hole.

  “Like this?” I moan, arching my back.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He slides his finger from me and grips my ass cheeks, inching forward on the bed. I bite down as he brings the gigantic head of his cock to my hole, knowing that it’s so huge, there’s bound to be a moment of pain. But he slides in slowly, inch by inch, making me feel every tiny adjustment in the walls of my virgin pussy.

  I feel my body giving to him, opening up. There’s a moment of sweet pain, but then it passes and I feel like liquid glorious flames are licking through my pussy, starting at the base of his unbelievably big cock.

  He palms my ass cheeks, pushing them together. Looking over my shoulder, I see him staring down at his cock plunging into me as though captivated, as though he couldn’t stop now even if a meteor crashed into the city outside.

  “Your red juices are flowing for me,” he snarls. “Your sweet hymen has busted open for me, Scarlett, and it’s making you even wetter. It’s helping me to put a baby inside your perfect body. Look.”

  He reaches down and pulls out slightly, wrapping his hand around his cock. Then he lifts his hand and slides back into me. He spreads his fingers, showing me the glistening red. As he takes me, both of us slowly moving faster, finding our rhythm, he brings his fingers to my lips.

  “Lick them,” he commands. “Taste the prize you gave me.”

  I open my mouth and he slides the wetness onto my tongue. I close my lips and suck, tasting the tanginess of my release. I bob my head up and down, sucking deeper, moaning.

  “Don’t get greedy,” he chides, pulling his hand away and bringing it to his face “This will be my war paint. I’m your man, Scarlett, and I’m going to protect the baby I’m putting in your belly for the rest. Of. My. Fucking. Life.”

  With each word, he pumps his hips, slamming his cock deeper inside of me. At the same time, he rubs his hand across his face, leaving patterns on his cheeks and chin.

  “I was never an artist,” he growls. “But this is so much better than paint.”

  He palms my pussy, taking more of my virginity, and then tears his shirt open to reveal his Viking-tough chest. He runs his hand along it, spreading the redness right down to his abs.

  “We belong to each other now,” he growls, rubbing my slick pussy again. He palms my ass cheeks, leaving handprints there I can just about see as I crane my neck eagerly around. “Say it.”

  He pumps me so fast and hard now the whole four-poster bed squeaks under the pressure. It’s difficult to catch my breath enough to find words, but I make the effort, for my man, my protector. “I’m yours,” I cry. “And you’re mine, Santiago. Oh, God, I’m so close…”

  “Wait,” he commands, slowing himself down. “We have to give our bodies the best chance. We’ll finish at the same, letting our bodies know to do what we want…what we need. My seed belongs in you.”

  “It does,” I moan. “It’s all I want. Oh, oh.”

  We grind together slower now, drawing out each movement. I’m getting so tight with the anticipation, I can feel my walls shifting around his length, the minute movements causing my whole body to tingle. From my toes to my fingertips, everything buzzes, until I’m not sure I
can take it anymore.

  “Now,” Santiago roars, pushing so deep inside of me his balls are pressed firmly against my clit.

  I scream so loudly my throat aches as his word sends euphoria all throughout me. My pussy twitches around his cock, and then gets so tight I’m sure I can feel his seed pumping through him. There’s so much of it and he stays hard. He’s been waiting ten years for this moment, and I’m just so happy I can give it to him.

  I reach back, my orgasm flaring like it’s never going to go out. His balls tickle my clit, adding unusually and excitingly to the pleasure. “I can feel your seed inside of me,” I gasp.

  “Can you?” he groans. “Tell me.”

  “Deep,” I cry. “It’s going deep. It’s—It’s in my womb already. I can feel it, Santiago. I swear I can.”

  He grabs my shoulders and slams his cock even deeper, going so fast now the bed whines and then – snap – one of the legs breaks and we tumble over, rolling around and around. He has hold of me the whole time, guiding me so that I end up on top, straddling him.

  We finish like that as he pumps up, the white cream from my orgasm mixing with the vivid hymen coating that seeps juicily over his muscled hips.

  “Fuck,” he growls. He slides out of me, turning me in his arms, his hands holding firmly onto my back. “You’re mine, now. Whatever happens, we’re never going to so much as look at other people. Do you understand?” He smooths his hands down my body, grabbing my ass, his manhood already getting hard again. “Tell me.”

  “I’m yours,” I moan, reaching down and touching his manhood. “And you’re mine. Um, Santiago?”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t want to seem too forward or kinky or anything …”

  He sits up so that we’re face to face, sweat making the steel of his hair a deeper shade of silver. “Tell me,” he growls. “Remember, Scarlett. Honesty…always. It’s the one thing that unites us above everything else.”