The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

“I don’t think so. I said when I choose, not you.” He lifts me up from the floor around the waist, igniting my flight or fight mode and I begin clawing and kicking furiously. Physically fighting him but he just laughs at me when he dumps me back on the bed. The anger searing now, teen Emma so undeniably on show and spitting teeth. All hands and claws, slapping and launching at him. No hiding my crazy from him anymore, she is on full show and he isn’t fazed by her at all. Instead he handles her like a pro.

I was so close to orgasm that his stopping has sent me over the edge. I throw myself at him, trying for a slap, his hand catching my wrist, I try with the other, but he catches that too. Throwing me on my back hard on the bed and following fast, he kisses me harshly, his mouth demanding, his touch forcing me to open and let him in. His tongue pushing against mine almost commandingly. He’s forced my arms at the side of my head, his body bringing mine to heel once more. He’s never kissed me this way, it’s almost punishing, a fierceness I never knew him capable of. I’m distracted by what he’s doing and then shocked into a gasp as he thrusts himself into me again. No love, only sheer need to screw me. I cry out with our mouths still locked together, at the harshness of it, yet somehow it only reignites the closeness of my orgasm.

Why are you liking this so much? Emma, what the hell? This is worse than anything any of those men tried to do to you, this is beyond perverse. You have serious mental issues.

He pushes against me harder than before, pinning my arms higher above my head, aggressive dominance pouring from every cell, a hint at his strength and ability to hurt me should he want. He holds me down, biting my lip hard as he moves fast and finally makes me reach that pinnacle of orgasm with speed. I have no way of fighting back, no control anymore, he has me completely at his whim. A dominant, aggressive man taking what he wants from me and not caring about how he gets it.

It’s not the same, it’s Jake. Jake would never do this to me if I didn’t want it. I trust him, even this way, even acting like he wants to hurt me. I know that I’m safe, that he is still holding back his strength. I need this, some strange broken part of me aches for this, despite everything.

I cum loudly, screaming out and spasming out of control around him, my vision going black with the sheer intensity of it. Stars igniting all around and I lose sense of time and space as everything goes blank for a moment. My body finally stilling as he too cums inside me. His body tenses over me before falling heavily, breathing, and panting in unison with me. All my last ounces of anger and rage are dispersed with that explosion and I suddenly feel fragile, vulnerable, and emotional as my body stills from release. My fight disperses to nothing.

He rolls off me onto his back to catch his breath and we lay quiet for a moment. Neither moving nor saying anything, only the deafening silence between us in the now pitch darkness of the room. The sudden urge to cry hits me, I don’t want this version of Jake anymore. I want my gentle Jake who kisses me softly and strokes my face. I had my fun, expelled all that anger and energy inside of me with that crashing release, now I want my security back.

want my

I shiver, the internal war of emotions getting to me, afraid that he may just go to sleep or go back to whoever he has in the next room, still angry and oozing aggression. There’s a moment of pause, I stop breathing as I try to listen and see if

voice is soft and soothing and normal, I’m hit with relief as it washes over me and move into

against him. My gentle Jake was always there. I’ve nothing to worry about, he never left me.

came home, you know I can be

I whisper unsurely, closing my eyes against the feel of

against my mouth; it makes me smile despite myself. “I liked this … Angry Emma sex … But I don’t think I want to do it very often, bambino … I feel guilty now, guilty that I hurt you.” His hand traces my shoulder and upper arm slowly, coming down to stroke across my ass where he struck me. “Are you okay?” He sounds genuinely concerned and remorseful, his face hovering over mine.

But now I want normal Jake.” I sigh, my body

I would have stopped and just made love to you had you said the word.” He brushes his lips against mine, still cupping my face. “You can always trust me, Emma … Even when I’m acting like a violent, crazed, jealous, idiot.” He smiles against my mouth again and moves his body to mold against mine a

repeat, confused and

… Or had it been me? This is what