The CEO's Desire

Chapter 2

Amberlyn

I couldn't move.

Kazimir stood there, waiting for an answer I didn't have. The hotel suite felt smaller suddenly, like the walls were closing in. My phone was still clutched in my sweaty hand, that horrible photo glowing on the screen like evidence at a crime scene.

"It wasn't for you," I finally managed, my voice coming out thin and shaky. "I swear, it was an accident. I was trying to send it to Marcus, my boyfriend and I must have clicked the wrong contact, and I didn't realize until just now, and I'm so, so sorry…"

"Stop."

One word. That's all it took to cut me off.

He moved closer, hands still in his pockets, completely relaxed like this was just another business meeting. And like I wasn't falling apart in front of him.

"Do you often send such photos to your boss, Amberlyn?"

My face burned so hot I thought I might actually catch fire. "No! God, no, never. This was the first time I've ever even taken a photo like that, I don't…I'm not that kind of person…"

"What kind of person?"

I opened my mouth then closed it again. What was he doing? Why was he looking at me like that?

"Please don't fire me," I whispered. It was all I could think to say. "I need this job. I'll delete everything. We can pretend it never happened. I promise I'll never—"

"Check your phone."

I blinked. "What?"

"Your phone. You received a gift. Check it."

My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. A notification sat at the top of my screen from an unknown sender. Multiple files.

I clicked.

The first video loaded.

It was me at my desk from yesterday, or maybe the day before. I was stretching my arms above my head, rolling my shoulders. The angle was from above—from the corner of the office where the security camera was mounted.

My stomach dropped.

The second video: I was laughing at something Sarah said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

The third: I was biting my lip while reading an email, completely focused.

There were more, so many more.

The videos were all about me and the worst, it was all taken without my knowledge.

I looked up slowly, my whole body going cold. "You... watched me?"

Kazimir's expression didn't change, he didn't even flicker. "You made it very hard not to."

The room tilted. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"That's—you can't just…" I backed up a step, then another. "That's illegal. Those are security cameras. You can't use them to—"

"To what?" He moved forward, matching my step. "Appreciate something beautiful? Something that was already mine to see?"

"I don't belong to you!"

"Don't you?"

He was close now, so close I could smell his cologne.

"I've watched you for two years, Amberlyn. Every single day, the way you bite your pen when you're thinking or the little smile you get when you think no one's looking." His voice dropped lower. "I know you better than that boyfriend of yours ever will."

My back hit the wall. I had nowhere left to go.

"This is crazy," I breathed. "You're…this isn't normal—"

"No," he agreed. His hand came up, his fingers tracing my face. "It's not."

I should have screamed. I should have done literally anything except stand there frozen while my boss invaded every inch of my personal space.

"Tell me something," Kazimir murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Does Marcus know how you look when you're nervous? Does he notice the way your hands shake? Does he see you at all?"

I could feel the tears in my eyes. I hated that the answer was no. I hated that this man who'd been watching me like some kind of predator—knew me better than the person I'd been dating for two years.

"Tell me to stop."

His fingers stopped at my chin, tilting my face up. His eyes were so dark they looked black in the dim lighting.

"Tell me," he repeated, quieter now. "And I will."

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

My pulse hammered in my throat. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, and I gasped without meaning to.

That was all the permission he needed.

His lips brushed mine before I even realized he had moved. At first, it felt soft, like he was giving me one last chance to pull away. But I didn’t— I couldn't.

My body felt too warm, too confused to think straight.

Kazimir’s hand slid to my waist, firm and sure of what he wanted. He pulled me closer until my chest pressed against his, mouth deepened the kiss, like he had been waiting years for it.

“Say stop,” he whispered against my skin, even as his fingers traced under my shirt, touching my stomach— hot, careful, and needy.

I still couldn’t speak.

My breath shook, my knees turned jelly, and his touch only moved higher and I couldn't help but gasp as he cupped my breast, my n****e hardening in response to his touch.

I felt bare and weak, yet a strong flicker of craving burst inside, pulling me deeper into the thrill. And then, his lips left mine. I felt lost, and cold without that warmth and heat.

His mouth moved down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made me shiver.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot on my skin. And before I could respond, he was gone, moving away from me, his eyes burned into mine.

I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me, like he was drinking in every detail of my face, my body, like I was some sort of masterpiece before him.

And something about that made me feel alive, like I'd never been seen before.

He reached for my clothes, starting with my top, which he pulled off with ease. I stood there, half-naked, feeling a rush of fear and excitement mix together. But before I could process anything, he was on me again, his lips crushing against mine, his tongue demanding entrance.

I opened for him, and he took advantage, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of me. His fingers found their way to my waistband, and I felt a surge of anticipation as he slowly undid my pants, taking down to reveal my matching panties.

He didn't waste any time, his hands diving beneath the fabric to stroke my slick folds.

I gasped, my hips arching upward in response, and he smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against my lips, his fingers teasing my c**t.

I couldn't speak.

My brain was clouded with desire, and all I could think about was the sensation of his touch and the pressure building within me.

His fingers slid inside me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that threatened to escape my lips as he started thrusting in and out.

The pleasure was intense, bordering on painful at first, but quickly turned into pure bliss. His thumb pressed against my c**t, I felt myself writhing, the tension built to another level.

"Kazimir," I gasped, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Please..."

But he didn't stop.

If anything, his movements became faster, more determined, like he was trying to push me over the edge. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

The world seemed to spin as I came down from the height, my body trembling in the aftermath.

Kazimir's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I caught my breath.

"I've wanted to see you like this for so long," he murmured against my skin, his voice filled with a hunger that made me shiver. "And now I've finally seen you.”

He laid me on the bed, pulling my pants off and I was left exposed under him. He was still half dressed but I didn't feel scared. I felt strong, even if he was the one in control.

He got on the bed, pushing my legs apart before settling between them. He slid his erection inside me and I felt a sharp jolt of pleasure as he filled me. He moved slower, then faster.

Our hips met in a frantic rhythm. He was big, and every thrust made me whine in pleasure.

His pace picked up and I knew he was close, my body hot and I felt a knot in my tummy.

"Kazimir," I gasped. "I'm…I'm going to…"

My orgasm hit me hard before I could finish.

He groaned and came inside me.

When it was over, I lay there trembling, my mind completely blank. Kazimir rolled onto his back beside me, breathing hard. Neither of us spoke.

Then his phone buzzed.

He reached for it, and I saw the name on the screen: Lumira, his wife.

Everything came crashing back. The fact that I'd just slept with my married boss in a hotel suite he'd specifically prepared for this.

Oh God. What had I done?

Kazimir stared at the phone for a long moment, his jaw tight. Then he silenced it and set it face-down on the nightstand.

When he looked at me again, all the heat was gone. His expression was cold, controlled, the man I knew from the office.

"Get dressed."

I flinched like he'd slapped me.

He stood, pulling his clothes back on with ease. I scrambled for my clothes, my hands shaking so badly I could barely zip it.

"Sir, I—"

"Kazimir," he corrected, buttoning his shirt. "You can call me Kazimir now. I think we're past formalities."

The casual tone made it worse somehow. Like this was normal.

I managed to get dressed, my whole body feeling foreign. Used. Stupid.

He walked to the door, then paused with his hand on the handle. When he looked back, something flickered in his eyes—possession, maybe, or warning.

"We're not done, Bunny."

The nickname hit me like ice water. "What?"

"Not even close." His smile was sharp, dangerous. "I'll see you at the office Monday morning. 8:00 AM sharp."

Then he was gone, I sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.

My phone buzzed. Marcus, finally texting back after two days of silence:

_Sorry, been swamped. Happy New Year babe._