Bound To The Devil CEO

Chapter 2-"Tianlang own me again."

The morning sun over the Imperial Capital was supposed to provide a fresh start for everyone, but for Ning Xue, it only brought a very specific kind of nagging, deeply irritating lower backache. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury washroom in the Tianlang Group's corporate office, Ning Xue fiddled with the buttons of her charcoal-grey button-down shirt, buttoning it all the way up.

She had specifically picked this shirt today as a way to hide the very faint, fading collar of dark red roses that Gu Tianlang had gifted her throat with only a few hours ago. Smoothing down her matched pencil skirt, it felt abnormally tight on her tender thighs. "Dignity, Ning Xue, you're a professional," she whispered to her reflection, smacking her cheeks lightly to rid herself of the blush that had instantly threatened to erupt on her face. "Yesterday was a business transaction. Today, you are back to being the ice-cold, untouchable secretary." She took a deep breath, scooped up her digital tablet from the counter, and then headed out into the bustling hallway of the 99th floor.

Already the gears of the multi-trillion-dollar empire had been grinding at full capacity. Numerous analysts and junior execs rushed past her, bowing respectfully as they did.

To the rest of the world, she was still the Ice Goddess. No one could ever know that she'd spent the midnight hours pinned to a block of obsidian while screaming a particular name that ruled the building.

As she slid open the heavy glass door to the magnificent executive boardroom, Ning Xue's heart skipped a crazy beat. Gu Tianlang was already there.

He wasn't in a three-piece suit today; instead, he sat at the head of the long, twenty-foot mahogany conference table in just his crisp, white dress shirt, top two buttons unbuttoned to give a tantalizing view of his rock-solid chest beneath, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

He looked utterly devastating as his flawless jade-like face was illuminated by the holographic projection in front of him while his brow was focused on the financial data.

Rich, potent espresso mixed with expensive cedarwood filled the room, a scent that sent Ning Xue's core clenching with an instant, electrifying remembrance.

Gu Tianlang didn't look up, a playful, highly amused smile tugging at the corner of his perfect lips. "You're three minutes early, Secretary Ning. And you're walking a little stiffly today. Did you have trouble sleeping?" Some of the early birds, mostly board members, gave polite chuckles, assuming it was typical boss-secretary repartee.

Ning Xue bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes flashing with an exhilarating mixture of rage and embarrassment.

She marched over, placed the steaming cup of double-shot espresso beside his hand. "I slept quite well, Director Gu. I just had a rather demanding... Portfolio to attend to last night." Gu Tianlang finally raised his dark, sovereign eyes and met hers.

The overwhelming predatory warmth within his gaze made her knees weak. "Oh, really? Well, I hope you weren't too exhausted. I prefer my portfolio managers to be quite responsive to my every need." "I am always responsive to the company's needs, Director," she snapped back, her tone sharp but a slight tremor beneath the edge that only he could possibly detect. "Good. Because today's meeting is going to require quite a hands-on approach," Gu Tianlang murmured, his voice a deep, hypnotic baritone that sent an illicit shiver down her spine.

Before Ning Xue could utter a word, the boardroom doors swung open again and in walked the foreign delegation.

Leading them was Richard Vance, a multi-billionaire venture capitalist from London whose reputation preceded him, notorious as much for his hostile corporate takeovers as for his scandalous playboy lifestyle.

He was tall, blond, and carried himself with an annoying air of high-society smugness. "Ah, Director Gu! The man, the myth, the legend of the East! Such a pleasure to finally meet you," Richard beamed as he stepped forward, extending a hand.

Gu Tianlang stood up, his impressive six-foot-three frame dwarfing the Englishman as he shook Richard's hand in a brief, firm grip that made Richard's smile falter under the overwhelming aura of physical dominance.

Richard's eyes immediately flicked away from Gu Tianlang, falling on Ning Xue instead. A predatory, leering gaze lit up in his eyes as he swept his gaze down her hourglass figure, his eyes lingering far too long on the stretch of her porcelain smooth legs in her pencil skirt. "And who is this beautiful flower blooming in your offices, Gu?" Richard asked, his voice dripping with a sleazy charisma as he stepped closer.

"You can't possibly keep such a gorgeous creature tucked away in a boring office." Ning Xue felt a wave of disgust, but maintained a placid, professional expression on her face. "I am Ning Xue, Director Gu's Executive Secretary, Mr. Vance.

Welcome to Tianlang Group." "An executive secretary?" Richard guffawed, his hand reaching out as if to stroke her arm. "A woman of such talent shouldn't be taking notes.

You should be ruling a kingdom! Perhaps after this meeting we could discuss a more... Lucrative arrangement over private dinner?" The boardroom fell into a suffocating silence.

The temperature in the room dropped by about ten degrees Fahrenheit. Ning Xue met Gu Tianlang's gaze and her breath caught in her throat.

The amused smirk was gone, his eyes were pools of ice-black fury and his jaw was clenched tight, his alpha male scent flaring up so powerfully that the board members near him scooted back in their seats. He didn't say a word.

Instead, Gu Tianlang walked over to Ning Xue, his fingers wrapping around her slender waist in a firm, possessive grip, pulling her half a step behind him, completely obscuring her from Richard's view. "Mr. Vance," Gu Tianlang's voice dropped to a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the glass windows.

"We're here to discuss a five-billion-dollar maritime logistics contract. My secretary's dinner schedule alone costs significantly more than your entire investment fund. Have a seat." Richard stammered, his face a shade red at the public snub, and then laughed nervously. "Quite right, Director Gu. Just some harmless British humor, you see." As the foreign delegation settled into their chairs across the long mahogany table, Gu Tianlang smoothly pulled out the high-backed leather chair right beside his own.

He looked down at Ning Xue, his dark eyes burning with an intense fire. "Take this seat today, Secretary Ning," he ordered calmly. Ning Xue blinked in confusion. "Director Gu, my assigned seat is at the end of the table so I can manage the projection slides-" "I said, take this seat," Gu Tianlang interrupted, his voice allowing for no room for argument.

He leaned down and his lips brushed the shell of Ning Xue's ear, whispering, "Unless you want me to dismiss this delegation right now and f**k you on this table in front of them." Ning Xue's heart hammered against her ribs, her core instantly wetting with a heady mix of fear and exhilaration at his shamelessly brazen threat.

"You're insane," she whispered back, the confession tasting sweet on her tongue.

She hurried to sit in the leather chair, tucking herself in close to the table to give herself some physical distance from him.

The presentation commenced. Richard Vance stood up, activating the holographic projector at the center of the table which displayed various charts, global shipping routes, and shipping data. He spoke quickly, trying to gain back his composure.

But in between few seconds, Richard could always be found looking at Ning Xue, her dress hiked up a little above her knees.

Every single one of Tianlang could see every single glance. Tianlang’s knuckles turned white and he started spinning his espresso cup.

Then, without any preamble, Tianlang took his big warm hand off his lap and slipped it under the thick mahogany table. Ning Xue was in the middle of typing a note on her tablet when a sudden, hot weight pressed against her bare knee.

She went stiff as a board, her fingers halted over the screen. His hand didn't just stay there. His big, callused fingers started to slowly, deliberately glide upwards, his smooth palm gliding along the silk of her stocking.

Ning Xue gasped out a sharp, unintended yelp. "Is something wrong, Secretary Ning?" Richard asked, mid-sentence and looking over at her with his brow furrowed.

Every pair of eyes in the conference room turned to look at her. Ning Xue's face burned a furious, searing scarlet. She turned to Tianlang who was calmly sitting back in his chair with his left hand propping up his head as he stared intently at the presentation screen with an expression of pure, innocent focus. Under the table, his right hand had just traveled to her mid-thigh and his thumb was firmly, but gently massaging the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh dangerously close to her underwear line.

"N-Nothing is wrong, Mr. Vance." Ning Xue stuttered out her reply, her voice an octave higher than normal. She clamped her legs together as tight as she could to trap his hand but it was like trying to hold back a moving mountain.

His fingers just slid easily higher, moving up further as his thumb deliberately massaged circles that sent blinding, electric waves of pure pleasure shooting straight up her spine. "Please... Continue. I seem to have run into a minor technical glitch on my tablet." "Ah, very well," Richard replied, turning back to the hologram.

As soon as the attention was off her, Ning Xue looked towards Tianlang and her wide eyes met his, a look of absolute, unadulterated panic mixed with throbbing need in her eyes. "What do you think you are doing?" she hissed under her breath, her jaw tight with anger.

Tianlang didn't look at her. He said in a calm, quiet voice only she could hear. "I'm protecting my investments, Secretary Ning.

That man can't stop looking at what is mine. For every time he glances down at your legs, I'll touch an inch further up.

Unless you want me to do this to the very center of your being in front of these twenty elite world businessmen I suggest you tell him to stop staring at your legs and focus on the presentation." "You... You savage!" she hissed back, her fingers trembling as she clenched her hand on the edge of the table. "I can't just tell the world's most powerful foreign CEO to stop staring at me! That would ruin the deal!" "Then you shall just have to tolerate fulfilling your professional duties." Tianlang whispered back, a cruel, devastating smile finally curving across his perfect face.

Under the table, his fingers glided even higher, his fingertips brushing the lace trim of her panties, sending an Aaaah... A small, breathless whimperescaped Ning Xue's lips which she choked back and turned into an artificial cough.

She grabbed her water and downed the entire thing as her chest heaved under her grey blazer. Her body was totally failing her; the absolute sheer danger of the situation, the utterly intoxicating pleasure she received from this domineering man touching her so brazenly surrounded by the highest levels of the global elite was sending her completely mad.

She was wet, intensely so and her core was aching with the sheer size and rigidity of what he had to give her last night.

Tianlang rubbed his thumb right against her c******s through the sheer fabric of her lace panties sending a heavy throb through her that momentarily whites out her vision.

Ning Xue dug her nails into the mahogany surface of the table so hard she thought her nails would snap as she bit her lip until it bled to stop from shouting his name from the sheer, unadulterated pleasure radiating through her.

She wrapped her legs around his calf under the table, she had absolutely no strength left to fight her overwhelming physical urge to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Her eyes begged him, her cold professional mask dissolving completely into her beautiful, raw need. Please, Tianlang... Stop... Or have me now, she cried out in her mind as her entire world shattered and began to orbit around his touch.

Tianlang heard her cry as he finally let out a low, satisfied hum. He lingered on his finger one last agonizing moment before he finally slowly pulled it out and placed his hand back on the surface of the table.

Ning Xue slumped back in her leather chair with her breathing shallow and rapid as her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird; her entire body was shaking uncontrollably, hopelessly distracted for the rest of the meeting.

She stared at the Devil CEO as he calmly picked up his pen to sign something as if the previous five minutes of her existence never happened, and with a wave of pure terror she realized that she was rapidly, completely and utterly dependent on his touch.

Richard Vance finally concluded his presentation and turned off the holographic screen. "So, Director Gu, are we to agree to the deal on the shipping routes?"

Tianlang rose from his chair, his imposing body casting a long shadow over the conference table. He never glanced at the contract. "The deal is approved, Mr. Vance. Under one condition." Richard beamed at him, "Name it." "You will conduct this operation exclusively from your London office," Tianlang said in a cold, imperious tone. "If I ever see your face again in the Imperial Capital I will buy out your venture fund just to liquidate it.

Now get out of my conference room." Richard's jaw dropped but he knew from the look in the Devil CEO's cold, killer eyes that he was not to be trifled with.

The foreign delegates immediately scrambled to gather their belongings, followed closely by the dazed local board members, and they all spilled out of the cavernous room leaving it completely empty. The heavy glass doors slid closed, locking shut with a quiet click.

The moment they were alone Ning Xue got out of her chair with her face still a furious scarlet. She strode up to him, breathing heavily. "You are completely shameless! That was so unprofessional Director Gu! I'm your secretary not your... Plaything under a conference table!"

Tianlang didn't reply verbally. He stepped forward and clamped his huge hand around her small waist lifting her completely into the air before dropping her onto the large mahogany table.

Holo-remote controls and expensive pens clattered to the floor in a cascade, exactly like last night. "Let's see if you say that after I check your notes, Xue'er,"

Tianlang grinned, his dark eyes glinting with devilish amusement. Ning Xue gasped, her long legs dangling over the edge of the table as he stepped between them.

She tried to shove at his broad solid shoulders but her hands had no strength. "Tianlang... Someone might come in... The cleaning crew..." "The doors are locked my beautiful goddess," Tianlang whispered in her ear before leaning down until his lips were inches from hers, the intoxicating scent of cedarwood engulfing her senses. "Now tell me the truth. Did you hate it? Or do you want your CEO to give you a much more thorough examination?"

Ning Xue looked up into his breathtakingly handsome face, completely in love and totally surrendered. She wrapped her slim arms around his neck and pulled him into a breathless, A fiery kiss "I hate you," she whispered against his lips, with a flirty, hot tone in her voice. "But I want you, goddamn it, f**k me here and now, Tianlang. Own me again."

"An obedient secretary," Tianlang hummed playfully and his fingers began to unzip her gray blouse from top to bottom ready to own his secretary again. It was the second day of their new life and nobody was about to slow down.