The CEO Gets What He Wants

A remote town... A man alone with a woman... Anything could happen...

Every keyword that Yvonne mentioned left much to the imagination, and that got Allie thinking that

some precautionary measures might be in order.

No reasonable man, no matter how accomplished, could escape the charms of a beautiful woman.

That has been the case since antiquity.

Whether Avery could be considered a beauty was debatable, but she certainly was to Allie's son, and

right now, the former had her son under a spell and knee-deep in the muck.

Having been young once herself, Allie knew well the affairs of the heart. It did not take much for one's

emotions to take the reins.

The more Allie thought of it, the more flustered she grew as she raised her hand to continue rapping at

the door.

As she knocked away, it went from tapping to a pounding with the mounting of her fury.

“Do not hide from me since you're in there, Avery!”

The setup of the rental facilities was simple, so much so that the rooms lacked soundproofing

structurally. If one spoke too loudly on the outside, everyone inside would be able to hear everything

clearly. This was especially the case on a quiet morning like the one they were having.

“Did my mother look you up previously?” Cayden was able to tell as much from the timing of his

mother's visit, the relentlessness of her knocking, and the aggressive tone she used to shout at Avery

through the door.

While he traced his way down his woman's pale nape with his lips, leaving a trail of passion in his

wake, he was sifting through his own memories.

As far as he could remember, his mother and Avery were not well acquainted, having only met two or

three times prior.

Inferring from his mother's tone outside the doors, however, he realized she had made contact with

Avery before and had reached a point where she felt that a basic degree of civility was no longer

necessary.

His mother was probably calling on Avery to demand an explanation of why the latter had gone on to

marry Dylan when she had agreed to be with her own son. Or at least, that was what Cayden thought.

He supposed that that must stem from an inability of a mother-in-law to understand her own future

daughter-in-law.

“I, uh... should go and get the door...” Avery tried to get up, but her slight frame was promptly and

strongly sucked into the man's embrace by his massive hands. Their bodies became melded together,

slick with sweat from both of them.

“You should go to answer the door at this time only if you mean to torment me...”

Cayden's irresistibly husky voice, filled with allure, burrowed itself into the woman's ears he had made

especially sensitive today.

As she was struggling a little with Cayden's weight that was bearing down on her, Allie's voice sounded

again. “I'm sure you don't want everyone in the neighborhood to know about this, yes? Come on out,

then! We have to resolve this, one way or another!”

While Allie was trying to compel Avery to go out using threats, Avery's face was flushed from cheek to

cheek; there was not one inch of fair skin on her that was not burning up.

Listening to what Allie was saying outside got Avery unnerved. She thought about it and said to him, “Y-

You've heard her yourself... L-Let me... Ah...”

Cayden lowered his head. The sight of the hips she was jutting out at him, time and again, only made

his eyes burn.

Tussling in a bid to speak to the man behind her face to face, she heard a familiar shuffling sound and

realized that the man behind her was undoing his own belt.

His pants were kicked off in short order, and that was when she caught sight of that monstrous thing.

Cayden was seemingly straining at the seams and did not look likely to let go of the woman in his grasp

even if there was an earthquake taking place beyond the confines of their room.

“Whatever that is about, you can talk things through the phone. There's nothing in it for you to keep

holding back from me.” With that, the man went on to plow the woman's jerky body inside that cramped

rental apartment.

Avery knew that there was to be no escape for her that day.

However, she could not ignore Allie's incessant shrieking outside either, for the neighbors could surely

hear the latter. Having undergone the hassle of moving once, she did not wish to have to relocate a

second time because of more gossipmongering.

It was simply too tiring to have to keep moving time and again.

Freeing up her two hands by slowly relinquishing her own hold on the pillow, she reached out for her

phone. And as soon as she powered it up, a barrage of messages came flooding in.

She had not the time to go through them. Instead, she made a priority of pulling up Allie's number and

hastily dialing it.

Outside, Allie picked up the call very quickly.

“Finally switched on your phone, huh? Have you decided to talk over the phone and not meet me in

person? I know that you're in there, Avery, and don't tell me that you think that these things are better

suited to be openly discussed in these corridors of yours? Even if you don't care about your reputation,

I'm still conscious about mine!” Allie rattled off a string of commentary on her own without waiting for

her counterpart to speak up.

Having ridden her fortunes on her son since marrying into the Moore family all these years ago, she

had never felt more aggrieved than she was at this very moment.

How could she possibly put up with having to wait outside and beg for someone her junior to open the

door for her?

Straining to hold her ear to the phone, Avery struggled for the words to say.

What was she to do? Surely she could not tell Allie that her son was in heat early in the morning and

was currently having her pinned down on the bed and was forcing himself on her.

As she missed the optimum window for talking, Avery's vocal cords were no longer subjected to her

control. It was changing in tandem with the sensations in her body.

“Ah... So smooth...” A suppressed yelp escaped from Cayden's throat.

The man's rough hands reached down to the lower part of her body. With the back of his hand against

the sheets beneath her, his palm slid over the skin on her abdomen.

While clutching the phone, Avery was unable to muster up a word. With her forehead held taut against

the pillow, her eyes were closed, and every pore on her body had opened up.

“Did you not hear me, Avery Rumpley?” asked Allie through the phone.

Avery sure did, but she dared not let out a whimper for fear that she might not be able to contain

herself if she should open her mouth.

Cayden's heart throbbed so furiously that it might very well burst out of his chest.

Things were not any better for Avery. Drenched in perspiration, she shut her eyes and endured the

violation and baptism of that unfamiliar titillation.

Almost forgetting that she was still on the phone with his mother, Avery began to let out a series of

moans.

She was already unable to accommodate his girth on any regular day, and her current situation was

only made worse by Allie's exhortations to see her outside. The nervousness induced in her was

correspondingly reflected in her physiological responses.

“I-It hurts...” Avery screamed unreservedly after pressing the button to end the call.

With both hands gripping the bed sheets, she had them twisted out of shape.

Cayden's heart ached tremendously. Although he was ravenous that day, he understood that that was

probably not the best time to act on his impulses. Things would have been much better without my

mother's presence outside. She would at least be more relaxed because there is no way she can relax

right now.

“C-Can we do this next time?” Her eyes were wet with tears, as it was just too painful for her. Looking

over her shoulder at the man behind her, she was only able to see the muscular thighs he was using to

keep him kneeling on the bed.

“Please... make your Mom leave first...”

“Sure,” Cayden agreed readily, but he also made it hard on her. “But how do you expect me to take

care of that in this state?”

This is killing me!

While in the man's arms, Avery regarded him and herself inside the room, petrified and red-faced. “I'll...

help...”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Cayden was unconvinced that she knew what to do.

“I...”

Even if Avery had never done it, she must have at least seen it being done before.

Her heart pounded at an unprecedented rate. With her eyes wedged tight, she reached out toward him

with her delicate pair of hands.

“Open your eyes and look at it!” Cayden grabbed her by the hands and guided them onto it.