The CEO's Desire

Chapter 3

Amberlyn

I didn't sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that hotel room. His hands on my skin and the way he'd looked at me like I was something he owned.

By 4 AM, I gave up trying. I sat in my kitchen with cold coffee, staring at nothing, trying to figure out how I'd become this person. The kind who sleeps with her married boss.

Marcus had texted again around midnight: Miss you. When can we talk?

I'd left him on read.

What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey babe, funny story—I wanted to send a photo to you but guess what? Well, I sent it to my boss instead, and then he showed me surveillance footage of myself, and then we had sex.’

Yeah, that would go well.

By 6 AM, I was showered, dressed, and heading out the door. If I got to the office early enough, maybe I could avoid him and bury myself in work and pretend that night never happened.

The office was almost empty when I arrived. Just a few people from the early shift, barely awake at their desks.

"You're here early."

I jumped so hard I nearly knocked over my coffee mug.

Sarah stood behind me, eyebrows raised. "Rough weekend?"

"Something like that." I forced a smile. "I wanted to get a head start on the week."

"Mm-hmm." She didn't look convinced. "Well, don't work too hard."

“Okay.” She smiled then walked away

The morning went by and I kept my head down.

Kazimir never sent from me, only communicating through emails which was weird since I was his assistant.

By lunchtime, I started to relax. Maybe he regretted it and he was planning to pretend it never happened. We could go back to being boss and employee, distant and professional.

I could forget the way he'd said my name. The way he'd…

"Amberlyn."

I looked up. Mrs Williams stood there, perfectly composed in her tailored suit. "Mr. Whitestone needs to see you in his office now."

My mouth went dry. “Okay.”

The walk to his office felt like a death march.

I knocked once.

"Come in."

His voice was perfectly neutral.

I stepped inside, clutching my planner like a shield. Kazimir sat behind his desk, typing something on his computer. He didn't look up.

"Close the door."

I obeyed, my hands trembling. The click of the lock echoed too loud in the quiet room.

For a long moment, he just kept typing like I wasn't even there.

Then he stopped and leaned back in his chair looking at me.

His expression was unreadable. Cold. The man from that night was gone, replaced by the boss everyone feared.

"You came in early today."

"I wanted to get ahead on work," I said, hating how small my voice sounded.

"Mm." His gaze dragged over me slowly, and I felt it like the ground should just swallow me. "Avoiding me?"

"No, I—"

"Don't lie, Amberlyn. You're terrible at it."

My face burned. I stared at the floor, anything else apart from him.

"Look at me."

I forced my eyes up.

He was smiling now, just barely like this was all very amusing to him.

"I'm a great actor, right?" He tilted his head. "Pretending like we barely know each other, like we didn't explore every inch of each other and know exactly what you sound like when you—"

"Stop." My voice cracked. "Please."

"Why?" He stood, rounding the desk with slow, deliberate steps. "Does it bother you? Hearing the truth?"

"It was a mistake," I whispered.

His laugh was dark, humorless. "Was it?"

"Yes. It shouldn't have happened. You're married, and I have a boyfriend, and…"

"Then you should have stopped me." He was close now. His finger traced my jaw. "But you didn't. You begged me not to stop."

I hated him and worse of all I hated myself more.

"You can't do this," I said, my voice shaking. "We can't, people will find out. Your wife…"

"Lumira doesn't concern you."

"She should! This is her marriage, her life—"

"And you're mine."

The words hit like a slap.

"I'm not yours," I protested weakly. "I'm not anyone's. I'm just—"

His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my protest. I tried to push him away, but my body betrayed me again.

His lips were ruthless, bruising mine as he claimed me. My hands pushed at his shoulders, but he didn't stop, instead he made him go harder.

His fingers slid down my stomach, under my skirt, and found how wet I was. I gasped, pulled him closer as he pushed two fingers inside me. I was dripping, soaking his hand.

He turned, grabbed everything on his desk, and shoved it all to the floor without care. Papers, files, pens— everything crashed down. Then he lifted me, putting me on the desk and spread my legs wide.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, needy. He thrust into me hard and fast, no hesitation.

“Yes,” I moaned, my back arched as he hit the right spot. His fingers curled inside me, rubbing my g-spot.

The pleasure built fast— next thing I saw was me squirting all over him, spilling everywhere, my legs shook hard as I cried out. The desk was wet under me. My whole body trembled, shaking with release.

He didn't stop. He kept grinding into me until I was panting for air.

When I finally calmed, he pulled out, his eyes dark and hungry.

"You're mine," he growled.

And I knew he was right.

I was his. I belonged to him.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked me off the desk, forcing me to my knees in front of him.

"Look at you," he sneered, stroking himself with one hand while he used the other to roughly knead my breast. "All flushed and used. Writhing for my cock."

I was panting, my body still throbbing from my orgasm. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick the head of his c**k. He tasted like me, musky and sweet.

He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft. I could feel the pulse of his c**k against my tongue, and I knew he was close.

"f**k, yes," he hissed, thrusting into my mouth. I reached up, cupping his balls with one hand while I used the other to stroke his base.

He came with a roar, spilling hot c*m down my throat.

I swallowed it all, licking my lips when he pulled out.

He looked down at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Good girl," he said, and I hated the way my body responded to his praise.

I stood up, straightening my skirt as best I could. I could feel the stickiness between my thighs, and I knew he'd marked me as his.

"I'm leaving now," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands.

He just laughed, a low, dark sound that followed me out of the office.

I fled— I didn't look back.

The hallway was empty, thank God. I leaned against the wall, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to—

"Oh! There you are."

I spun around.

A woman stood there—tall, elegant, wearing a designer coat and red lipstick. Her smile was warm, and friendly.

My stomach dropped to my feet.

Lumira, Kazimir's wife.

"You must be Amberlyn," she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I've heard so much about you."

I couldn't move or speak.

She laughed, a light sound. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Lumira Whitestone. Kaz's wife."

Kaz. She called him ‘Kaz.’

I forced myself to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"He talks about you constantly, you know." Her smile widened. "His star assistant."

The words hit like knives. "He... talks about me?"

"All the time." She leaned in.

“Oh, I mean you’re engaging in his spoiled behavior,” she said, her tone sugary but her gaze venomous.

I thought I might throw up.

"I…" My voice came out strangled