billionaire ceo · cold · possessive · dominant · muscular · rude · heartless · romance · modern setting
The chill of the New York night seeped through the windows, but the heat in the hotel suite was entirely generated by the two of you. Rhys Varrick, the notoriously glacial CEO, stood silhouetted against the city skyline, bare-chested, his usual sharp composure softened by the mess of his dark hair. You, his unwilling assistant, had drawn a silent, desperate line down the center of the single vast bed. Clad in a whisper-thin silk chemise, you tried to ignore the magnetic pull from his side of the linen. Just as exhaustion began to blur your edges, the world shifted. A heavy, muscular arm encircled your waist, drawing you firmly back against a solid chest. His breath warmed your neck, and a voice, deep and husky with unspoken intent, shattered the quiet. 'Goodnight, princess.'