The CEO'S Plaything

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ed him, leaving a trail of trembling whisp

nvy. His presence alone could reduce even the most self-assured women to qu

lgence, pleasure, and control. He knew exactly how to treat women, ho

her way to his bed, she never got a second invita

leading for another taste of him. Pleading for him to fuck them b

turn to them? He never an

o one-had ever made him feel like this. Not

wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, nor the most provocatively dressed,

as though it envied his hands. The soft sway of her hips, the way her

ke how his eyes couldn't leave her, how his chest tightened when another man approached her, smil

ng her across the dimly lit room. She didn't seem to

she stood and made her way to the restroom, his instinct

in after her. A man who didn't belong there, w

rackle as he stood, his jaw tig

e his way toward the restrooms. He pushed past the throbbing

of muffled protests, of a struggle. The heat that always si

ion, Xavier shov

w turned hi

her dress torn at the straps, the fabric sli

er the weight of the man pinning her down. His hands were on her, rough and cru

consum

avier's voice thundered through the small space, low

avier's fist collided with his jaw, a si

to the floor as he collapsed Xavier and didn'

ed shut as if to block out the reality of what had just happened. He

ence dominating the space between them. His hands were gentle yet firm a

ling him. His jaw clenched as an involuntary surge of heat c

cing himself to focus. How was it possible that she had this effect on him? No woman had ever unraveled h

pressed anger, was barely above a whisper, but it carr

ating with a rage he was barely containing. He scanned her from head to toe, his gaze

utiny, and his eyes lingered a momen

ng, the delicate line of her neck, the way her dress hugged h

ination, and that-that ass. Damn it. His jaw tightened as hi

flooded his mind-his hands gripping her waist, her body pressed flush against

lf to shake off the thoughts clawing at h

she spoke. "He didn't touch me. You stopped him before he could." Her word

inside Xavier twisted. He didn't know if it was

stopped himself, his fists clenching at the thought of what he would have done if that bastard had

onnection sparking between them, makin

ever seen such mesmerizing eyes, ones that seemed to hol

ight train. Something primal awakened within him

h his body betrayed him as his tho

't anticipated, his arousal pressing uncom

e shouldn't entertain, images of her beneath him, her body writhing, her lips parted in breath

ravelly and laced with rage. His jaw clenched as he tilted his

yself and watch him bleed to death. He has no fucking ri

shock. She stared at him, this stranger who had appeared out

is anger was a tempest, threatening to consume anyone in its path, a

ng her head, her voice trembling. "Don't do that. It

hem of her dress, which had ridden up far too high during the scuffle. Embarrassment flushed her chee

when he noticed her struggle. Without hesitation, he leaned close

s, a sharp breath escaped him, and he froze. The touch

ed hard. His mind betrayed him again, flashing images of her f

er hand shot out, gripping the front of his shirt. H

she felt a shameful wetness beginning to gather. She looked

her body responded to him as thoug

h a firm yet gentle tug, he managed to adjust the hem of her dress,

hone from his pocket, his fingers fly

s' room. Take care of this mess. Andrew needs to learn what happens when he crosses the line. Handle him,

wn Vivian's spine. She blinked up at him, confusion and apprehension written all over her

g you need to worry about," he said, his voice softer now but still carrying tha

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rinks for both of them-a whiskey for himself, something softer for Skye. His voice was smooth, c

f her lips, the delicate way her fingers toyed nervously with the edge of her glass. S

very glance, every subtle brush of his ha

and yet, as he stood there beside her, he felt a twisted irony in his i

uld fuck h