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

by Flora Ferrari

  “I’m just sort of jealous,” I whisper, tracing my finger down his red-tinted face. “I sort of want to suck all of my offering from your manhood…”

  His face drops. For a second, I think I’ve gone too far, changed the way he sees me. Perhaps he wants to be the one who leads the way and I’ve just come across as slutty. But then I see that he’s smirking, and his eyes are dancing with vicious desire.

  “It would be my pleasure to share your juices with you,” he growls. “Do it, Scarlett.”

  I slide off of him, and then get onto my knees at the edge of the bed. He inches forward so that his rock-hard cock points toward me, soaking wet and shiny with my hymen fruitiness, his come and my white cream all mixed together.

  I’m not even sure what I’m doing, but I just let my lust and my desire to be with this man forever guide me. I touch his balls, still bursting with more of his seed for me. And then I bring my lips to the end of his cock, sucking, slurping away the combined juices of our sex.

  He groans, his body vibrating as if, any moment, he could just empty his seed into my mouth.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he growls. “But I won’t waste a single drop in your mouth.”

  “Woah,” I giggle, releasing him for an instance. “That was creepy. I was actually just thinking that!”

  He runs his thumb along my lips, spreading my bounty across my cheeks. “I know you too well,” he murmurs.

  I smile and then open my mouth wider, taking more of him. I move my mouth up and down, trying to get as far down on his cock as I can. But he’s so big and he fills me up so quickly, soon I’m making ugly choking noises. I don’t know what to do. I wanted this to be special but now I’m ruining it with these sounds. But then, do I just stop? Sudden confusion invades the moment.

  “If you keep doing that,” Santiago groans, “I’m going to finish right in that mouth of your. Those noises are so goddamn sexy.”

  I gasp in shock, making a mmm noise because my mouth is filled with his fleshy weapon, relief flooding through me knowing he likes my noises.

  “Come here,” he says, pulling me to him. “I need to feel you again, really feel you…”

  He lays me on my back and I open my legs, so ready for him I could cry. I just know I’m pregnant. And, slowly, I’m starting to think this might not all be a trick after all. This could be real.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Santiago

  My business demands that I spend the following day at work from dawn, which is a necessity I can’t ignore.

  Working is not just what has helped me to become the billionaire CEO I am today, it’s also my way of making sure that the world isn’t as much of a corrupt shithole as it could otherwise be.

  In the world of media, there are always hyenas nipping at the heels of the alpha wolf, trying to get him to forget the values upon which he built his entire empire.

  But during those brief moments throughout the day when I’m not fully consumed with my work, my mind strays again and again to Scarlett.

  After the sex last night – our third time – she laid in my arms for a long time. I delighted in moving my hands through her hair and feeling the shivers that moved through her body, as well as feeling her hymen’s blood drying on our skin. By the time we finally got up to go into the shower, we were both shielded in a fine crust of her virginity.

  I can’t stop thinking about her, the way she took me in her mouth and had me at her mercy for a few minutes…even if I took control right after. The moaning noises she made as she took her share of the crimson prize clinging to me.

  Finally, around eight o’clock in the evening, I manage to finish up my work-related tasks. The first thing I do, before even showering the sweat of the long day from my body, is go down to my Ferrari and drive to Scarlett’s apartment. The desire to see her makes my body tense, causing me to surge toward her apartment quickly, almost allowing myself to exceed the speed limit at times.

  I ride the elevator up, pacing back and forth like a caged animal in the small space. Already, my manhood is a tormenting fiery stick in my pants, thoughts of her cycling temptingly through my mind.

  When I knock on the door, I hear Scarlett’s footsteps padding quietly and slowly toward me. I wonder if she’s drawing out the tension in me, if she knows just how feral I’ll turn if she makes me wait a moment longer.

  But when she opens the door, her eye makeup is smudged, as though she’s been crying. She has her arms wrapped around herself and her mouth falls open at the sight of me, as though in surprise.

  “Oh,” she says. “I was just packing my things.”

  “Packing your…” I trail off, the idea so sickening to me. I walk into the apartment and place my hands on her shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Tell me what the fuck is going on, princess.”

  “I thought you’d lost interest in me,” she moans. “When I woke up and you were gone…I just assumed it was all a lie. Maybe you were tired of me, or you’d gotten what you wanted. I thought maybe I was just a little fun on the side or something.”

  “What,” I growl, making the word a statement, not a question. “A bit of fun? We’re giving our lives to each other. We’ve promised to always be honest. We’ll never lie to each other. I’ve tasted your perfect offering, your innocence, and it’s linked us together…forever.”

  “Really?” she mutters doubtfully, walking to the other side of the room, standing near the balcony with one hand resting on the door handle. She’s wearing sweats and a baggy hoodie that does nothing to hide the perfection beneath.

  “Really,” I snarl, trailing her. “That’s why I left you a note.”

  “A note?”

  “Yes,” I snap. “Didn’t you get it? I left it on your bedside table.”

  She bites her lip in that just-Scarlett way, cute and vulnerable and mine. “Well, that’s embarrassing,” she mutters. “I sort of didn’t even look at my bedside table. I just got up and left, I was so upset. Are you serious?”

  “Yes,” I tell her. “I’d kill a hundred men before I ever dreamed of embarrassing you like that. If you left, and I found out later that another man was sniffing around you, he’d regret the day he ever laid eyes on you. Don’t you understand, Scarlett? You’re mine. You’ll hold my seed. You’ll be my empress.”

  I love you, I almost say.

  But I withhold the words, indecision painting me in painful stripes. I had planned on telling her today, but her reaction has disoriented me. I can’t take the risk of scaring her away, because she’s one of a kind, and I have to keep her.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers, moving closer to me. I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She coils hers around my torso, laying her cheek against my pectorals. “It’s just…I’ve been tricked before. And this all seems too good to be true. I’ve crushed on you for so long, Santiago. I’ve read all your books and watched all your interviews. Isn’t that just embarrassing as heck?”

  “No,” I assure her, sluicing her water-like hair through my hands, loving how long and wavy it is. “It just proves that we’re meant to be together. But who tricked you, Scarlett?”

  “What?”

  “You said you’ve been tricked before.”

  “Oh, it doesn’t matter,” she says quickly. “It was a long time ago. I guess I just can’t keep holding onto the past like that, right?”

  “I don’t understand,” I tell her. “What happened? No lies, remember…”

  “I know,” she whispers, squeezing tighter onto me. “But I just find it so hard to talk about. Can we maybe talk about it another time? I’ll never lie to you, Santiago. You know that. It’s not what we stand for. But can we just put a pin in it for now?”

  “Just for tonight,” I warn her.

  “Just for tonight,” she agrees. “Wait…why especially tonight?”

  I grab her shoulders, lengthening my arms so that I can get a good look at her. “Because part of my job is attending charity galas, and there’s one in about
forty five minutes. And there’s no way in hell I’m attending without my empress accompanying me.”

  “Santiago!” she cries, dancing away from me, her eyes winking with green fire. “You could’ve told me that right away. I have to get ready.”

  “Go like that,” I say, waving at her sweats and her hoodie. “You’ll still be the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the room.”

  “Yeah, right…”

  “I mean it,” I snarl. “Your casual clothes just let your natural beauty shine through. Somebody as womanly as you, Scarlett, you don’t need all these extra superfluities to look just downright fuckable.”

  “Superfluities,” she repeats, with a giggle. “God, I love being with you, Santiago. I never thought I’d find a man who appreciates words as much as I do. But thank you, that means a lot. But I’m still going to put a dress on!”

  I flash my teeth at her, almost a smile.

  But, inside, a chord of tension thrums. For a second there, when she said ‘I love’, I thought she was going to say something else. That would make things quicker and easier, knowing she felt the same.

  But her reaction to me not speaking to her all day sends troubling anxiety into my mind.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Scarlett

  I ride in the back of the limo with Santiago, who looks so dashing in his tuxedo I feel my fingers fidgeting in the desire to run my hands along the sleeves, feeling his muscles, his power. His gold watch oozes wealth, but the casual way he leans back, completely at ease, is all class.

  “You look incredible,” he says, when he sees me adjusting my form-hugging dress for the umpteenth time.

  I glow under the praise, shooting him a pout. I spent way longer than I meant to choosing this dress. In the end, I went with this curve-embracing red because I knew that Santiago would just love it…but it wasn’t only for him. This is the sort of dress I’ve always dreamt of having the confidence to wear but never did, not until Santiago came into my life.

  I thought I’d ruined it earlier, when I realized how silly I’d been in almost fleeing the apartment, assuming he’d abandoned me. The past has its hooks in me, though, and as we get closer to the gala, I will relaxation to spread through my body. I’ve never been to an event like this and I want to make Santiago proud, proving that I can be the queen he’s named me.

  “What’s this for?” I ask.

  “It’s a charity for underprivileged children to help them read,” he says.

  “Oh, wow,” I say. “That’s great. Who’s hosting it?”

  He winces, and then turns to the window, as though by staring out into the blackened night – spotted here and there by the lights of the city – he won’t have to answer.

  “Wait,” I yell, moving closer to him. I hold his face in my hands and turn his gaze to me. “You’re hosting it, aren’t you? Why wouldn’t you just tell me?”

  “I hate to brag,” he says, with a shrug. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trick you, trying to come across as Mr. Good Samaritan.”

  “But if it’s true, it’s not a trick, is it?” I argue. “I think that’s amazing, Santiago. It’s just one more reason to…” I trail off, cursing myself.

  I almost said, It’s just one more reason to love you.

  But that would throw the mother of all wrenches into our budding relationship, I know. I can’t say that, because then I’d be putting him in the difficult position of either lying and telling me he loves me too, or breaking it off because I’m being too forward.

  Heck.

  “More reason to be thrilled I’m going to have about a gazillion babies for us,” I giggle, finishing my sentence.

  He frowns for a moment, as though he can read some indecision in me. But luckily the limo stops and it’s time to get out. A valet opens the door and Santiago takes my hand, leading me down the red carpet, as camera lights flash all around us. All I can do is clutch onto his arm as shock scourges my body, making my heartbeat a full-on drumbeat.

  “I didn’t know there were going to be cameras,” I whisper.

  “So what?” he says brazenly. “I’m proud of you. Let the world see how much more beautiful than other women you are.”

  “Yeah.” I snort. “Somehow, I doubt that’s the angle they’ll go with.”

  “Ignore them,” Santiago says firmly. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  I feel like I’m in a dream as the security waves us to the head of the line, past socialite-type women in their designer dresses, draped in gaudy jewelry. I watch Santiago to see if any of these women draw his attention, but the only target of his hunter’s gaze is me.

  “What do I do when we get up there?” I ask, hugging close to him as the elevator rides up the building.

  “What do you mean?” he asks. “Just be yourself. Nothing special is required of you.”

  “But…I thought you said I was going to be your queen?”

  He turns to me, his broad chest brushing my cheek. He looks down at me, jaws tight, lips a smirking twist. “You are my queen,” he growls. “But that doesn’t mean you have to change. All my life, I’ve been surrounded by people who change who they are to become what they think I want them to be. You’re the exception, Scarlett. All you have to do to make me want you…is just to be you.”

  “Jeez, Mr. CEO,” I giggle. “Has anybody ever told you you’re actually pretty romantic?”

  “No,” he snarls. “And you better not be the first.”

  He leans in to kiss me, but right then the elevator doors open and the sounds of the party swirl all around us, laughter and music and the tap-tap-tap of dancing shoes on the hardwood floor. “Later,” Santiago whispers in my ear, looping his arm around me and leading me out into the gala hall.

  It’s a large ballroom, with several chandeliers hanging all glitzy from the ceiling. The windows are tall and night-black, and so shiny they reflect the party in duplicate, as though there are two separate festivities happening at the same time. Waiters circulate quickly, holding their silver platters deftly and handing out champagne and nibbles.

  Santiago leads me to the far end, and I could swear every single person in here is staring at us. I see the socialites glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes, as though they expect me to disappear in a puff of smoke any moment. I can almost hear their judgements crying out in the dulcet undertones of the band’s music.

  “Who the heck is that?” I imagine them saying. “Why would Santiago Sasso, billionaire, ex-boxer, owner of the largest media company in the world…choose her? Is it a joke? A bet?”

  “Scarlett,” Santiago says a while later, after we’ve been mingling for half an hour, maybe. Time seems to lose all meaning amidst the glitz and the glam.

  “Y-yes?” I say, cursing my silly stutter.

  “I said I just need to go to the mens room. Will you wait here?”

  My cheeks burn like traitors at the prospect of being left here alone, but I turn away before Santiago can see, knowing that if he notices, he’ll probably think I’m just being silly. After the way I messed up that note in the hotel suite, I just want things to go smoothly now.

  “Sure,” I say. “I’ll just go and get a snack.”

  “I won’t be long.” He leans in, setting a warm kiss right behind my ear that makes me giggle. Suddenly, my nerves start to melt. “And I’m so proud of you. I can see how nervous you are, but you’re doing it anyway. After I get the ribbon-cutting out of the way, we’ll go somewhere more private, hmm?”

  “Yes,” I say, not having to fake my smile. “That sounds amazing, actually.”

  Santiago swaggers off to the restroom and I find a quiet place for myself at the edge of the room. But I haven’t been standing here long before a woman wearing a golden flapper-style dress with an actual tiara balanced atop her cornfield hair comes tiptoeing over, so thin I can see her ribs where the material of the dress drapes over her body.

  “Oh, hello there,” she says, as if she just noticed a member of staff trespassing in her pr
ivate playpen. She’s wearing striking pink eye makeup. “Wait, you’re the wraith that’s been positively attached to Santiago all evening, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know if that’s a fair description,” I snap, because it’s either that or wilt in front of this beaming woman. And I don’t want to give her the satisfaction. “We came together, and so, yeah, we’ve spent most of the evening so far together.”

  “Oh, my,” the woman says, tittering behind a manicured hand. “You don’t know, do you, dear?”

  “Don’t know what?” I say.

  “Oh, I almost don’t want to tell you,” she says, shaking her head slowly. “I mean, I should, of course I should. It is so cruel when he does this. But it’s his way. What are you going to do? He’s been at this game a long time now, and they’re always drawn in.”

  “What do you mean?” I say, almost yelling now, raising my voice over the sound of my own frantic heartbeat. “What the heck are you talking about?”

  She tosses her hair, causing her tiara to shift around. “Every few months, Santiago will pick up some silly young girl like yourself. He’ll blind them with his wealth and fill their heads with all sorts of nonsense. He always drops them in the end. And, I’m sorry, sweetie, but you look like the exact sort he draws in.”

  “The exact sort?” I repeat, my voice hollow and ghostly. “What the heck does that mean?”

  “Well, not to put too fine a point on it, dear, but…desperate.”

  Suddenly, I push past her to make for the door that I guess leads to the stairwell. My head is spinning.

  No, the room is spinning, the world is spinning, and all I can do is make for the door before I keel over in shock.

  It’s happening again.

  I can’t believe how much of an idiot I’ve been.

  “Scarlett?” Santiago touches my hand, turning me to him. It’s only when I see how wavy he’s become that I realize I’m crying, that his image is being blurred with my acid tears. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

  “I know the truth,” I cry, snatching my hand away. “She told me. You find girls like me all the time. You used me!”