My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 132: Like A Real Boyfriend

(Arata)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

The touch of his fingers wasn’t foreign at all, instead, it was electric yet so tender, like a caress of peace for my troubled heart.

The desire to liquefy under his fingers as he slowly unbuttoned my nightshirt was utterly overwhelming. The heat of his hard but warm chest seeped into my bone marrow like a drug I craved with all of my existence.

He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly slid it off my shoulders. I arched my arms backwards so he could easily remove it. He was extra careful because of my hands. The cuffs were loose, so I didn’t feel any discomfort. The shirt came off, and he tossed it to the side, leaving me in my strapless bra.

The strap would have hurt my wounds so I had opted for this one. My arms protectively went around my chest and I hugged myself, feeling exposed.

"Ease out, Arata." His breath was like a soft lullaby on my skin.

His firm hands tentatively touched my shoulders. Time blurred for me except for the point of his touch on my frail skin.

My muscles gave in, yielding to the music of his palms and fingers.

"Does it hurt?" His fingertips tiptoed on the injury on my shoulder.

"No," I rasped, unable to control the rising beats of my heart and the temperature of my body.

"This shouldn’t have happened, I am sorry he hurt you like this..." agony slithered in his voice as he continued. "Should I erase the traces of his horrible act?" There was this deep longing in his words.

I found myself nodding without reluctance. His silken lips descended on my injured shoulder like a tender promise, to replace the horrible memories etched on my skin.

Shuddering like an autumn leaf, I gave into this electrifying feel of solace.

He explored, with slow, deliberate movements, and I found myself leaning into him until my back hit his battle-hardened chest. His hands automatically slipped down to my waist, keeping me shackled to himself.

"Haa!" A slow whimper slithered out of my mouth.

The tip of his tongue dipped into the valley of my shoulder as his hands edged closer to the lower part of my bra.

My breath faltered, feeling his fingers inching closer, playing at the hem of the bra. The depraved part of me wished his large palms to cup my breasts and squeeze.

His lustrous hair flowed like warm water against my skin, invoking desires I no longer wished to keep hidden.

The intoxicating scent wafting from him brought down the last of my defences as my head slightly tilted, and I glanced in his direction over my shoulder.

His eyes lifted and found me, so close we were so close that the tips of our noses almost touched.

Heady, and under his spell, I closed my eyes and was drawn towards him like a magnet.

One giant magnet of muscles and thirst. Caught in his orbit, I was going to let him consume me.

To rewrite the horrible memories both of us had encountered recently.

I needed this.

He needed this too.

For he carried as much desperation in his heated gaze as I did.

Without thinking further I claimed his lips. The desires had drawn my body so tight, it ached, desperate for release. He was my release.

His lips melded with mine and his arms shifted my body, flattening me against the soft bed, between the pillows, without breaking our soft kiss.

Lowering himself over me, he gently clasped my wrists in his large hands and pinned them over my head so they wouldn’t get hurt.

And then our bodies fully met, as my legs widened to give him room and his hardness brushed against my thrumming core.

Electrifying, the feeling was so good that I moaned recklessly into his mouth.

He disconnected our lips, and my heart sank, thinking I had gone too far.

Maybe he didn’t want this.

But his gaze said otherwise, staring down at me with tenderness and adoration.

"Blue Rose, are you sure you about this? I don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage of your vulnerability."

This was the thing with Karsten, he was very clear with words and wanted the same from others.

My breath was trapped in my chest and the ache between my legs was intensifying with every passing second.

Only he could take it away. The repercussions be damned, I will think about them later.

"Can’t you pretend to be my boyfriend just forget the word ’fake’ for tonight. Haven’t we been through enough for the last two days? Can’t we just help each other ease down?"

Listening to my words, his hands left my wrists and crawled to my face, holding it like one does a precious rose.

"We certainly can, I just didn’t want your heart to have doubts. Besides, I am sure I will be better than your side piece, who left you hanging the last time." He finally winked at me and I would have shaken my head if he hadn’t been keeping my face hostage.

"Let’s see you try," I challenged.

"We will take it slow; you are hurt, so don’t exert yourself, and your hands will remain above your head. No moving them. Deal?" He hummed, intensifying my longings. My legs were becoming extremely restless.

"Deal," I answered quickly and he understood the urgency in my voice.

"Stay like this, Arata." Karsten lifted himself off me and climbed down the bed. Leaving me vulnerable and exposed.

Dread and coldness dawned on me, clawing at my skin. I wanted his warmth back as my desperate eyes followed him.

Using hand sensors, he turned off the lights and lifted the skylight ceiling, opening my room to nightly heaven, where stars twinkled and the moon peaked down at me.

Now the only light was from above and the faint glow from the aquarium.

I was still lost in watching the skies when I felt him climb back, his hands resting on the elastic of my trousers.

My eyes found him as he kneeled over me like a predator ready to strike and I was all in.

"Take it off," I said, my words dipped in ravenous desires.

It was time to find out how my boss was in bed. What a depraved thing to do but here I was.