THE CEO'S ESCAPED DESIRE

THE PROPOSAL She sat down nervously, her back straight, her hands were clasped tightly on her lap as she waited for her turn. She desperately needed this job, her rent was due, she was already behind the agreed date and the landlord was breathing down her neck. The only cash she had left was just a few dollars in her purse. "Sophia Westwood?" "Yes" she squeaked as she stood up. "You are next" "Okay, thanks" she took a deep breath. She was a bit unsteady on her heels as she walked to the door. Before she could knock, a voice answered from inside. "Come in" A man sat down casually behind a large desk, an imposing aura surrounding him as he watched her walk in with the gaze of a predator. This was Adrian Calloway, the heir to a vast empire, and a young billionaire. She had been shocked to discover he was the one conducting the interview. Too much focused on his intense stare she lost her footing and slipped. "Ooof!" She was mortified, "I'm..I'm so sorry sir. I..I mean good day sir" she stuttered, dusted herself off. He said nothing, his-sea blue eyes appraising her from head to toes, making her feel like he was peering into her soul. He slowly nodded in satisfaction, a glint of interest shone in his eyes. "I want you to marry me" he announced. You're beautiful! And you've just captured my heart. "Huh!" She stumbled again, this time from shock. "What did you say?" He pointed to a chair, "Sit" he commanded, his voice gruff and firm. His face remained impassive as he stared at her. She quickly sat down and waited. "I said, I want you to be my wife" She swallowed nervously,her eyes wide as she processed his words, "Um...sir. I am not sure...I do not understand what you are saying " He leaned closer, his dark hair gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the window. He was impeccably dressed in a three- piece black suit, an expensive golden Rolex watch adoring his wrist. She felt intimidated just looking at him. "You don't understand or you don't want to understand?" "I mean sir, it's..." she took a deep breath, "...it's very sudden. I thought I was here for a job interview" He nodded, "You are. The job of being my s*x slave. And you have passed" he growled out, his eyes suddenly turned feral, "Get married to me and be my s****l partner for a period of one year. Afterward you will be allowed to go and you will be handsomely compensated. Your job is just to warm my bed. You cannot fall in love with me, you can't get pregnant. We go our separate ways after this. Is that clear?" She processed this information, her stomach churning. "And what if I refuse?" "You can't honey, you need money to pay your rent and you barely have enough to get by today. You have no choice" She stared at him, shock evident on her face. He smirked at her, "I did my research. So what will it be?" The offer was tempting. All she had to do was to get married and get paid to sleep with him, why won't she accept. "I accept sir" *********************************************** He proceeded for all necessary arrangements and took her home.. She laid on the bed, nerves racking her body as she waited for her husband to finish showering. Today was their wedding night. After they returned home, he whispered with a seduced voice in her ears to get ready for him. She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to calm down. The sound of footsteps padding into the room made her eyes snap open. "Oh my God!" She screamed, shielded her eyes with her hands. Adrian was standing in front of her, completely naked. "What are you doing?" She asked, very shaken. "It's our wedding night, I think you know what I'm doing" He whispered in her ear, his deep voice laced with arousal sending shivers down her spine. She felt him trace her collarbone with his lips leaving wet kisses there. "Look at me, open your eyes" Slowly she obeyed, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at his well-structured face. His black hair was still wet and gleamed softly under the light. Water droplets trailed his chest and her mouth watered with the urge to lick them. Slowly, he pulled off her nightgown, revealing her naked body. In an attempt to cover herself, she used her hands to hide her breast. He pulled her hands away. "Don't cover it, it's mine tonight" he growled possessively, his eyes locked on them while his hands reached out and gripped them. A loud moan escaped her lips, shocking her, he smiled in triumph as he flicked a n****e making her toes curl in delight. "Let it out, darling. Let me hear you moan" he murmured as he trailed kisses on her collarbone, her ears, eyes and finally nibbled on her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access, her long brown hair falling to the side. She was moaning loudly now, her mind clouded by the pleasure he was giving her. Suddenly, he took her lips in his mouth, and she tasted mint and champagne. He moaned deeply into her mouth as she held his head close to her. They battled with their tongues and she gladly let him win. "I could get addicted to your lips" he panted as his hands traveled down to her intimate area. "Oh my God" she moaned with a jerk as he plunged a finger inside her, then a second, then a third. She saw stars as he pumped his fingers in and out, fast and strong. Her c****x came swiftly, her back arching, her toes curling tightly as she screamed out in pleasure. Her body shook like a leaf from the force of her o****m and she watched him with dazed, wanton eyes as he mounted and growled, his member straining with the urge to enter her. "Now, I'm going to make you feel good" he said. She felt good but she didn't tell him, she welcomed his thrust with a smile, he indeed made her feel better than good that night.