Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 55&56
CEO OF MY HEART
Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 55&56
( Love and Lust….)
GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.
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Giselle’s hand moved with slow, torturous precision—long, deliberate strokes from root to glistening tip, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head each time she reached the top. She kept her grip firm but not punishing, letting her palm glide slick and warm, the faint wet sounds filling the quiet morning air of her bedroom.
Leonard’s head fell back against the pillow, a low, guttural sound ripping from his throat. His hips jerked upward involuntarily, chasing her rhythm like he couldn’t help himself.
“F+k… Giselle—” His voice cracked, rough and wrecked. One hand shot up to fist the sheets beside him; the other flew to her thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Don’t—don’t f+king tease.”
She tilted her head, lips curving into that wicked little smile he both loved and hated.
“Tease?” she echoed softly, voice dripping honey and venom at the same time. “I’m just giving you what you asked for, Leo.”
Another slow pump. Then she twisted her wrist on the upstroke—just the way she knew made his vision blur. His abs clenched so tight the muscles stood out in sharp relief.
“Shit—Shorty—” He hissed through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut for a second before snapping open again, dark and wild, locked on her face like she was the only thing tethering him to earth.
Giselle leaned forward, letting her hair fall like a curtain around them. Her free hand braced on his chest, nails lightly scoring over his pecs as she picked up the pace. Not frantic. Controlled. Merciless.
“You wanted to see my hands in action,” she murmured, breath brushing his jaw. “Happy now?”
Leonard laughed—short, breathless, almost pained. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Good.” She sped up just enough to make his breathing stutter. “Then die happy.”
His hips snapped up harder now, fucking into her fist with shallow, desperate thrusts. The veins along his length stood out under her fingers; she could feel every pulse, every twitch. Pre-cum leaked steadily, making her strokes smoother, louder.
“Giselle—f+k—close—” The word came out broken.
She didn’t let up.
Instead she leaned down and dragged her tongue in one slow, filthy line up the side of his throat—right over his racing pulse—while her hand kept pumping in perfect rhythm.
That did it.
Leonard’s whole body locked. A choked groan tore out of him as he came—hard, hot spurts coating her fingers, spilling over her wrist, dripping onto his stomach. His hips jerked uncontrollably through it, riding the waves while she milked every last shudder from him, slowing her strokes only when his oversensitive cock twitched violently in her grip.
For long seconds the only sound was his ragged breathing and the faint rustle of sheets.
Giselle finally eased her hand away, inspecting the mess she’d made with lazy satisfaction. She wiped her palm deliberately across his lower abs, smearing him with his own release like she was marking territory.
Leonard cracked one eye open, still wrecked, chest heaving.
“You…” he rasped, voice gravel. “Are fucking evil.”
Giselle only hummed, satisfied. She slid off him gracefully, already reaching for the box of tissues on her .
Leonard caught her wrist before she could pull too far.
“Get back here,” he growled, yanking her down until she sprawled half across his chest.
She arched a brow. “What? You’re not done being mad?”
He flipped them in one smooth motion so she was pinned beneath him, his still-hard length pressing insistently against her thigh.
“Oh, I’m far from done,” he said, voice low and dangerous. His lips ghosted over hers. “You started this, Shorty. Now you’re gonna finish it.”
Giselle’s laugh was breathy, defiant. “Big talk for a man who just came all over my hand in under three minutes.”
Leonard’s eyes flashed.
He kissed her then—hard, claiming, swallowing whatever smart comeback she had next.
“Three minutes?” he murmured. “Baby… that was just the warm up”
Giselle’s eyes widened—shock and heat flashing through them—as Leonard’s dark gaze pinned her in place.
In one powerful move, he flipped her onto her back. The bed dipped hard. He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head against the pillow.
Without a word, he gripped the front of her silk nightie and ripped it open in a single brutal tear. The fabric split from neckline to hem, cool air rushing over her bare skin. Her nipples tightened instantly under his stare.
Leonard’s voice was low, rough. “You talk too much, Shorty.”
He dragged her panties down her thighs and threw them aside. Then he shoved her legs apart, settling between them, hands clamping her thighs wide.
No preamble.
He lowered his mouth and licked one long, firm stroke up her center—slow, deliberate, tasting every inch from entrance to clit. Giselle bucked with a sharp gasp, fingers flying into his hair.
“Leo—f+k—”
He growled against her soaked folds, the vibration ripping through her core. Then his lips sealed over her cli+—sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and merciless while he pinned her hips down so she couldn’t twist away.
Two thick fingers plunged inside, curling deep, stroking that spot that made her see white. He pumped in perfect rhythm with his tongue’s relentless assault—sucking, lapping, devouring.
Giselle’s m+ns cracked. Her thighs shook around his head. “God—right there—don’t—don’t stop—”
He added a third finger, stretching her wide, thrusting faster. His mouth stayed locked on her cli+, sucking harder.
Her body snapped tight—coiling, trembling. Nails scraped his scalp. “Leo—I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he ordered against her pussy, voice dark and commanding. “Now.”
He sucked viciously, fingers curling hard.
She exploded.
A broken cry tore from her throat as orgasm slammed through her—hips grinding against his face, thighs clamping his head, waves of pleasure pulsing hot and endless. He didn’t stop—lapping every shudder, every drop—until she was whimpering, oversensitive, boneless beneath him.
Leonard finally lifted his head—lips shiny, eyes blazing with raw triumph. He crawled up her body, caging her in, his c+k thick and throbbing against her inner thigh.
Giselle panted, eyes glassy, chest heaving.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear in a dark growl. “That was just breakfast, baby.”
His hand guided his tip to her slick entrance—slow, teasing pressure, not pushing in yet.
“Now spread wider for me… we’re nowhere near done.”
Giselle’s breath hitched. Her legs parted wider on instinct, but then she placed a trembling hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Wait,” she whispered, voice still shaky from the aftershocks. “Till my birthday… I’m not ready. Not yet.”
Leonard froze above her. His eyes searched hers—surprise flickering, then something softer, almost pained, beneath the hunger.
“Till your birthday?” he repeated quietly, voice rough but steady. “That’s… what next week?”
She nodded once, biting her lip. “I want it to mean something. “
He studied her for a long beat, jaw tight, covk still hard and heavy between them. Then he exhaled slowly, like he was forcing restraint into every muscle.
Leonard pressed his forehead to hers, eyes closing for a second.“F+k, Shorty,” he murmured. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
But he didn’t push. Instead he eased back just enough to roll them so she was tucked against his chest, his arms wrapping around her possessively. His erection pressed insistently against her stomach, but he ignored it.
“Next week,” he said against her hair, voice low and gravelly. “You’ve got a
week. After that… no more waiting.”
Giselle smiled faintly against his skin, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.
“Deal,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head—slow, almost tender—then tightened his hold.
“But don’t think that means I’m going easy on you till then,” he added darkly. “I’ll make sure you feel every single day of that wait.”
She laughed softly, breathless.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less, Leo.”
BRUCE’S MANSION*
Pinky sat cross-legged on the living-room rug, surrounded by half-packed suitcases she refused to zip. Her arms were folded tight across her chest, jaw set in that familiar stubborn line Bruce had known since she was six.
“I’m not leaving New York,” she said for the tenth time. “This is bullshit. You’re letting one guy scare you out of your own city?”
Bruce stood by the kitchen island, palms flat on the marble, “Pinky,” he said quietly, “this isn’t about me being scared. It’s about you being alive. Pack the bags. We’re on the red-eye to LAX tonight.”
Pinky laughed—short, bitter. “You think running to California fixes this? Leonard’s got money, power, and apparently a private army. I’m not uprooting my life because some obsessed billionaire decided he wants Giselle all to himself.”
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “I expected this,” he muttered under his breath. Then he straightened, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Alright,” he said, crouching next to Pinky. “I’m not forcing you—but I am making this fun. Whoever finishes packing first gets to choose the playlist for the entire flight.”
Pinky shot him a skeptical look. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just know that you hate losing,” Bruce countered, his grin widening.
For a long moment, Pinky glared at him, then let out a dramatic groan and slumped over one of the suitcases.
“Fine,” she muttered. “But if you play one Justin Bieber song, I’m throwing your headphones out the window.”
Bruce chuckled and shook his head, already unzipping the first suitcase. “Deal. Now move it, stubborn sister.”
Pinky moved to go stuff her clothes , but she felt a wave of anger rush through her .
She couldn’t go on with her plan against Eva , Damnit.
Pride High – Cafeteria, later that noon
The last bell had rung twenty minutes ago. Most students were gone, leaving the cafeteria dim and quiet except for the low hum of the vending machines.
Eva sat alone at the same corner table, phone face-down, still replaying the parking lot scene in her head: Lionel driving off without even glancing at Jeremy. That cold rejection. It felt good. Really good.
Footsteps approached. Eva didn’t look up until the chair opposite hers scraped back.
Sabrina dropped into the seat, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
“You have to let them be,” Sabrina said.
“I can’t,” Eva snapped. “If Lionel gets close to Jeremy, my life is over.”
“Jeremy already rejected you publicly,” Sabrina reminded her. “You can’t control him or Lionel.”
Eva bit her lip, staring down at her tray. “I… I just can’t risk it.”
Sabrina shook her head. “Then you have to trust Lionel to make his own choices.”
” Why are you even nice to me ” Eva scoffed standing abruptly” Lionel and Jeremy can never be together , I love Jeremy!!!” Eva snapped walking away.
Sabrina bit her lips smirking.
This was gonna be hard than she thought.
Stubbornness runs in the gene.
★RESTAURANT
Rumi and Giselle sat across from each other in the restaurant, menus forgotten as they sipped their drinks.
Rumi’s cheeks flushed as she leaned back. “You know… Vincent… he’s taken my virginity.”
Giselle’s eyes widened for a second, then a mischievous grin spread across her face. “Ooooh, Rumi! So you’re officially ‘off the market,’ huh?”
Rumi groaned, hiding her face behind her glass. “Stop teasing me!”
Giselle laughed, leaning forward. “I can’t help it. You look way too cute flustered like this.”
After a beat, Giselle tapped her finger on the table, eyes sparkling. “Anyway… what about my birthday gift? Are you going to keep me waiting, or…?”
Rumi rolled her eyes, but the cornerof her mouth twitched. “Alright, alright… you’ll get it. Don’t push me too hard.”
Giselle smirked. “That’s all I ask.”
” You and Leonard?” Rumi raised an eyebrow teasingly.
Giselle almost choked as the morning scene replayed in her mind ,she could still feel him.
She’s already missing him.
Rumi noticed her pause and grinned knowingly. “Come on, Giselle. You can’t hide from me. I know that little smile means trouble.”
Giselle groaned, resting her forehead against her palm. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though a small smile tugged at her lips. She couldn’t stop replaying the moments in her head.
Rumi leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice low and teasing.“Seriously. I need details. Don’t leave anything out.”
Giselle playfully hit her on the forehead.
[ UNKNOWN PLACE ]
A lady leaned on the wall , eyes puffy , it’s obvious she has been crying for a long period of time .
She’s the mother of the guy that was shot by Eleanor.Yeah, the same the guy that shot Giselle from behind.
A figure walked in an oversized cloak , their face was covered.
The figure didn’t say anything , she just handed the crying mother a bag full of dollars .
The mother didn’t accept it.
” You called me here to give me money?” The mother snapped ” No money can replace the life if my son, he did your dirty job but what did he get ? he was shot to death.” The mother cried bitterly.
The figure remained silent like a cold storm , observing.
” Am going to tell the whole world….’
Before the mother could finish her statement , the figure shot her straight at her forehead.
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE — NIGHT
Later that night, in an abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with dust, blood and the smell of decay. A single flickering light cast long shadows across the cracked concrete floor.
On a chair, tied and slumped, was Williams, Giselle’s father .He looked like he had barely survived, bruised and beaten. Confused and scared.
His mistake was ever touching Giselle inappropriately.
Nearby, five men were cemented , only their head was in view , they’re still alive though.
There are Giselle’s past boyfriends.
Their sin was breaking Giselle’s heart and also dating her.
Two more men hung upside-down from chains, They looked like living corpses.
They’re the same guys that tried to force themselves on Giselle .
The audacity.
The door opened and boots sound echoed , Leonard stepped in smirking so insanely dark and dangerous.
Birthday gift befitting his Short witch.
TO BE CONTINUED
