My Possesive Alpha CEO

Chapter 11: Mistake?

“Testing me already?” His hand rises. Slow, deliberate. Fingers catching my chin with just enough force to lift my face up to meet his gaze. His thumb traces my lower lip. Possessive & unhurried. The city lights behind him cast shadows across his sharp features. Making him look almost dangerous. “You think defiance makes you safe?” He asks, his voice dropping lower, a dark promise. “It makes you mine.” I feel wetness pool in my panties at his words. He releases me suddenly, stepping back just enough to where I feel the absence of his heat. His hand gestures toward the desk with absolute authority. “Sit.” “I want to watch you realize you never had a choice.” His gaze is fixed on mine. “On the desk or in the chair?” I ask then realize how stupid that question is. His jaw tightens. Satisfaction flickers across his face like he’s won something. He moves to the desk. One hand bracing against the polished surface, the other loosening his tie with practiced ease. “The desk.” He replies. His eyes track every movement as he waits. The silence stretching. His fingers drum once against the wood. Impatient. Hungry. He straightens, rolling his shoulders back. The city sprawls behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his gaze never wavers. “Now, Ashley.” His voice carries that edge-the one that built empires. “Don’t make me come & get you.” “Umm… Adrian?” Ugh I hate how little my voice sounds. “I’m too short to get up there.” “You’re gonna have to come get me.” Something shifts in his expression. Amusement bleeding into possession. He closes the distance in two strides, hands finding my waist with absolute certainty. His grip tightens as he lifts me effortlessly until I’m perched exactly where he wants me. “There. Was that so difficult?” His hands don’t leave. They slide up my sides-slow, mapping- thumbs brushing just beneath my ribs. He steps between my legs pushing them wider to accommodate him. I can feel the heat of him through the fabric. “Now let’s see if you’re still smiling when I’m through with you?” His mouth finds the pulse point beneath my ear not gentle. “Adrian if you leave a mark people will know. There will be gossip.” “Everyone will say I only did this to get ahead.” He pulls back just enough to look at me. Really look. His jaw works muscle ticking beneath the skin. His hands tighten on your hips for a moment before one releases, dragging through his hair with visible frustration. “You think I give a f**k what they say?”