The CEOs Possession

Veil stared at Anders like he was a crazy person, and he couldn’t even blame her. He was sitting in front of her, proclaiming that he wanted her to be his. No rational person was going to be fine with that, but for Veil and Anders, it was more than the bounds of rationality.

And even though Veil was yet to admit it to herself, Anders was certain of it. He could see it in the way her pupils were dilated each time she looked up at him like she was drunken in his presence. He could tell from the way she flushed each time he came remotely close to her.

In all of Anders’ life, he was barely wrong about something. And he knew this wasn’t going to be an exception.

“Mr. Roderiguez…”

“Anders. For the last time.”

A muscle worked in Veil’s jaw, and Anders found it remarkably attractive. She was pissed, and it was all due to his stubbornness. But he knew he had to have this woman.

“You can’t just say that when you don’t mean it.”

“Who says I don’t?” Anders questioned, angling his head. He needed to stop thinking about all the dirty things he could do with her pinned against that chair. She was just so naive and innocent that it would be considered unfair.

Yet, those things plagued his mind like doom day, unceasingly gaining strength each day. He could only suppress them for so long.

“I don’t say this to spite you because I really love my job here, and I need it…”

“Spill it.”

Veil took a deep breath. “You are a playboy, through and through. And you are engaged to the President’s daughter. How do you think that makes you look?”

“Like someone who wants you?”

“You still don’t get it,” Veil sighed exasperatedly.

“I’m certain you’re the one who doesn’t get it,” Anders said, every word punched with emotions. He got up from his seat slowly, walking around to the other side of the table, all the while never taking his eyes off hers. The blue of his eyes enveloped Veil in a naked dance that made it hard to look away.

“Or maybe you’re just not willing to admit it to yourself,” he continued, standing behind her. Reaching for her pigtail, Anders pulled the band, holding it tightly in place, allowing her hair to cascade freely down like the rain. He placed his hands on her back as the hair tumbled all over his fingers.

“I can feel you shiver underneath my touch,'” Anders whispered, tugging at the curls of her hair gently. “You love it when I wound your hair around my fingers this way and tug gently until your head rolls back in surrender.”

Veil wanted to say something. No! She needed to say something. But her head had suddenly gone fuzzy, and the only thing she could utter was a moan, one that slipped through her throat even though she had tried so hard to stop it.

“See?” With Veil’s head rolled back, Anders had easy access to her pretty neck and the base of her throat. He splayed his fingers there, teasing her supple skin, its lusciousness sending warm sparks down his spine.

“Your body knows what it wants,” he continued. “Just as mine does. You just need to stop fighting it.”

Veil wanted to do the opposite. She wanted to push with all her might and bolt out the door.

Everything about Anders screamed trouble, yet it was a trouble her body wanted. Heat stretched on her skin at every spot his fingers touched, and when he stopped, she almost let out a string of cusses.

Anders chuckled against her ears, and it sent jolts of electricity around Veil’s body. She felt her nipples harden underneath her dress, begging to be touched.

But not like this.

“It’s inappropriate,” Veil chanted to herself like a mantra. Not to mention the fact that he is engaged, a subject which he obviously doesn’t want to talk about.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Veil suddenly got off the chair, and Anders took a step back. She stared at him with her lips slightly parted and her eyes looking everywhere but at him. She was hot, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

The AC was blasting at its highest level, yet Veil didn’t feel it inside her. Her throat felt parched, and the bottle of water on the table suddenly looked like a blessing.

“You grumbled when I stopped touching you,” Anders murmured, covering the distance between them in one stride. “You want me to go on.”

Veil could feel Anders’ breath fanning her face, and she closed her eyes instinctively, feeling her whole self let go.

“You are so pretty, Veil,” she heard him whisper. “Your face…it’s engraved in my head. But it only makes me damn curious.”

“Curious about what?” Veil whispered back, angling her head to the side as Anders’ breath moved to her neck.

“Everything else,” Anders answered. “I want to know how you taste, how perky your nipples are, how they’ll come right back up when I flip my fingers over them.”

“Oh God!” Veil cried. She didn’t think she could bear the heat anymore.

“I want to trace a path from your neck, between your breasts, your navel, and down to the middle of your thighs. I’m so tempted to rip this lovely dress right here and confirm my theory.”

“What theory?” Veil couldn’t believe her voice was still working.

“That you’re wet for me and that you’re pressing your thighs so hard together because you can’t take it anymore. I can smell your arousal from up here, and it’s taking everything in me not to do something about it.”

“Anders, please,” she gasped, clueless whether she wanted him to stop or go on.

“What do you want, Veil?” Anders nudged. “You’re going to have to tell me.”

“I want…”

Abruptly, a knock sounded from the door that caused Veil to jump away from Anders’ touch.