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I try to pull away,needing space to collect my thoughts.
But Ethan’s grip on my throat tightens, and he growls, “Don’t move.”
His hold isn’t punishing. I can breathe easily and break free if I wanted—maybe. But his powerful claim over my body is louder than any words could express, and I find I don’t want to—quite the opposite. My bodywantsto submit to him.
It’s my mind that rebels.
He reaches between our bodies and slips his thumb under the gusset of my lace thong.
My face flushes with heat. “Ethan—” I’m speechless, embarrassed, and aroused.
He glides his finger through my already wet slit. “You let him come in you?”
Before I utter a word, he pushes two fingers inside me.
“Answer me,” he demands.
I swallow the lump in my throat, my voice weak. I swear, I lose all sense when this man touches me. “Yes.”
He curls his fingers and circles my swollen clit with his thumb. My thighs tense, and I bite my bottom lip.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” he teases.
The carnal sound of him working my sex only fuels my desire, and I rock my hips.
“Too sensitive.”
He slows his pace. “And why is that?”
“Ethan,” I whine. “We should talk.”
Didn’t he say we needed to talk? How did this escalate fromI have feelings for youto him tormenting me in less than sixty seconds?
And what about Jackson? I can’t deal with his jealousy. He’ll be furious and hurt.
Conflicted, I grab Ethan’s wrist.
His expression hardens. “Unless you plan on clawing me while I make you come, remove your hand.”
His voice is low and deep and frightening.
And why am I so aroused?
I snatch my hand away. “But…”
“Good girl. Shut off that overworked brain of yours. I’ll handle him.”
He presses his lips to mine, his beard tickling my skin, and I open for him without resisting. Our tongues intertwine, and he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
I whimper and writhe. I need to comebadly, but it’s just out of reach, blocked by anxious thoughts.
“Let me have control.” His hand around my throat shifts, and his thumb caresses my jawline. “I’ve got you.”
I want that, more than anything, to let someone else take control, to trust someone enough to stop overthinking.
And I wanthim, as wrong as it might be. I want Ethan.
So, I do. I allow my mind to go blank, freeing all shame and doubt. “Okay.”