Bound by the CEO’s Baby By SunScar9
Bound by the CEO’s Baby By Sun Scar Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

[WARNING: This chapter contains sexually explicit content. Please read at your own risk or skip to the next chapter.] 

With a sudden flip. Damien had her on her hands and knees, gripping her hips to force her ass up into the air. Ana gasped when she felt his throbbing member at her entrance yet again, stretching her deliciously as he eased himself into her at a slow pace. She could feel each of her inner muscles strain as he filled her with his thick length. 

In. 

Out. 

Slow. 

Stinging. 

Blissful. 

He kept up his deliberately slow pace, sheathing himself to the hilt inside her each time. It drew cries from her lips. She buckled and trembled underneath his skillful body. His lips ghosted over her spine, nipping at her sweat–slicked skin as his hands gripped her hips tightly. It was bruising her skin, but she didn’t care at the moment because she was depraved and she clenched ruthlessly around Damien as he kept up his pace. 

Her limbs gave in but a firm arm gripped her body, pulling her tightly to his chest as he increased his pace to brutal thrusts. 

“Come on, Anastasia. Is this all you have got? I didn’t peg you for a quitter,” he grunted. 

His words made her harden her resolve. She fought the burning muscles and thrust her ass back into him, falling into abandon, determined to prove him wrong. 

“That’s my girl.” He bit the shell of her ear as he rammed into her demandingly. “We are not stopping until you cum once more. And certainly not until I coat you in my cum.” 

“Oh, god,” she whimpered, her body clenching with need. He worked her up to another orgasm. 

“I want you to be so sore tomorrow that you can barely sit.” He slammed into her with the intent of making his point clear. “And every time that you do, I want you to think about how I took you” 

With those words alone, Ana cried out and tipped over the edge, falling into bliss, convulsing around his throbbing member, milking him as he cursed and came inside her with short, sharp thrusts of his hips. 

Ana dared not move as his body relaxed against hers, his hot breath fanning over the skin of her back. She didn’t even have the energy to flinch when he slowly pulled out of her and pulled her down next to him. The two of them lay side by side, panting from exertion as they came down from their highs, silent minutes ticking by until Ana fell asleep and breathed evenly. 

Anastasia woke up with her head throbbing painfully. Even her hair hurt, it seemed. She tried swallowing her dry throat but her mouth felt like it had grown calluses overnight. She rolled away from the window, not ready for the sunshine. She sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillows. The warm scent of spice and soap hit her nose, 

After a minute, her eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar yet familiar scent in the bed. Ana sat up in a rush and held her head, wincing at the pain. Her stomach felt like a solid weight of nausea. She looked around at the sheet tangled around her limbs. She followed the trail and almost gasped aloud when she found someone sleeping next to her. It was Damien, her boss, lying on his stomach with his arms cradling the pillow at his head. The sheet modestly covered the middle of his body and his muscled back rose and fell as he breathed in deep sleep. Ana realized that she was also naked, still not sure how she ended up in his house, much less the bed. 

No sooner had she woken up than Damien stirred next to her. He squinted and craned his neck to look around. A sleepy smile spread across his lips before his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you doing in my house?” he asked, his voice scratchy with sleep. The confusion in his eyes cleared and he sat up, 

exposing his full body to her. Ana looked away, shy after all the alcohol had left her system. 

“I” she started to speak, but was cut short when the sharp ring of the phone sounded through the room. Damien reached out to it and placed it to his ears with a huff. 

“Damien Wright,” he said gruffly. His eyes never fell on Ana again as he slid off the bed and sauntered to the window to speak. His brow furrowed and then after a little while, he turned around. He pressed his hand over the cellphone before speaking. “Mind giving me some privacy? Quickly get dressed,” he said. He didn’t wait for her to respond before going back 

to the call. 

Flabbergasted, Anastasia shakily stood up. She looked around and searched under the bed for her clothes. She couldn’t find them and started to feel a rising panic. Ana tipped around the room and her mouth dropped open at the condition it was in. A blush rushed up her cheeks. Things were knocked over in the once elegant room. Amongst the chaos were her clothes. 

She lunged for hers like a drowning person who had got a rope. She put on her panties and found that it was ripped at the edges. She threw the dress on and searched for her shoes. She found one right, the other one was lodged under a couch cushion. She felt even dizzier after the scavenger hunt. She crept out and found the sun starting to peek through the clouds. The fresh air did her a lot of good. Once, she figured out where she was, the long walk back to where she could get a ride sobered her up. She peeled off her clothes when she got to her apartment. With a heavy heart and sore body, she went back to sleep, storing away the troubling thoughts for later. 

Her phone rang at an odd hour. She grumbled and picked it up without seeing who it was. 

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“I’m at home, Wynne. Why?” she snapped. She didn’t mean to be such a bitch, but she was definitely not in the mood for a 

chat. 

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