Nowadays
England
I feel his warm breath on my face, tangling in my hair and sending shivers down my spine. I want to slap Ethan hard, but I accept the rules of the game. Sometimes you have to take a step back to get a good running start.
"Speak only the truth, little Christine," Ethan murmurs, his fingers lightly caressing my cheek. "What does Selina's pussy taste like?"
I can't believe my ears. My body tenses immediately, and my hands clench into fists. I want to scream, "Don't you dare touch her," but I know I can't show my emotions if I want Selina to stay safe. Besides, I'm not sure if he knows about our relationship or if he's just guessing.
"Why do you care about others when you can't even remember the taste of mine?" I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, trying to mask my panic with aggression.
My ridiculous question hits the mark. Ethan instantly shifts his focus to it.
"Baby, I remember everything about you," he whispers, stopping just inches from my face. "Every little detail. The mole on your left buttock. The scar on your arm from when you tried to get your father's attention. The scent of your hair after using apple shampoo. By the way, I remember you prefer only one specific brand. I remember how sweetly you moan when my tongue circles your clit. And your taste—sweet with a hint of bitterness, like vanilla extract."
I swallow the saliva that's pooled in my mouth. I never would have guessed Ethan noticed so much about me. I would bet all my savings on the fact that he is blind as a bat when it comes to women.
"Oh, by the way," Ethan abruptly leans back in his chair, looking down at me condescendingly. "Do you still eat those sour gummies in the shape of pink and blue bottles after orgasms?"
I press my lips together in irritation as Ethan once again intrudes into my personal life. My stupid habit of overeating on those gummies after sex started when I got hooked on drugs. It only got worse after I quit.
I always keep a few packs in my room. Sometimes I eat them after stressful days at university, but generally, I developed an aversion to sweets after the Harmony Springs. My limit now is a caramel frappuccino and sour gummies.
"First of all, what makes you think I've had orgasms?" I raise an eyebrow. I can't let Selina be exposed, and I'll play the innocent lamb to the end.
"Oh, the little Duchess does not satisfy you in bed?" Ethan pouts mockingly, watching my reaction.
But my face remains as stony as a Greek statue. Ethan laughs harshly, petting my hair like I'm his pet dog. My body shivers, and my nipples harden further. The goosebumps no longer run across my skin—they're simply exhausted from appearing and disappearing over and over.
"You talk too much," I snap, jerking my head to shake off his hand. But I fail. Ethan just tightens his grip on my hair. My scalp burns from the tension. I pray my roots are strong enough, so I don't end up half bald from Ethan's fury.
"Getting tired of playing, little miss?" he asks sickly sweet, pulling me closer. I'm forced to rise from my knees, bracing them against the edge of the chair. Right between Ethan's legs.
"Do you remember what happened last time we played this game?" I hiss, gripping the armrests and trying to maintain my balance. Ethan pulls my hair back to make me tilt my head, but I resist. My neck muscles ache from the strain.
"Are you talking about our passionate sex under that tree?" Ethan licks his lips. I want to grab him by the fingers and yank him away.
"That wasn't sex. You took me by force," I remind him of that night when we first got close and I saw the real Ethan, the one behind the quiet façade. We were playing the same game. He stripped me gradually, but I never thought it would go too far. I believed we were just fooling around.
"But you wanted it. You were so wet... just like you are now," he whispers directly into my ear. His fingers find my panties and run over the damp spot.
It means nothing. His effect on my body is just a psychological issue, my personal addiction. It's all about my attraction to unattainable men. I mentally repeat the words my therapist told me when she noticed the unhealthy connection between Ethan and me. She was the first to raise the alarm and try to pull me out of this mess. But my childhood trauma was so deep and poorly healed that it's hard to resist my attraction to this type of man. They always drew me in. And if there weren't any around, I'd become like them myself.
That's how I am with Selina, just like Ethan is with me. I understand this, but I can't fight it. She has genuine feelings for me, and I... I just use her to distract myself from the demons in my head. Selina has undoubtedly made my life better, but one day I'll ruin hers.
Anger at myself gives me strength. I yank my hair free from Ethan's grip, losing a few strands in the process. I press his shoulders back into the chair with my palms and lean my body into him. My legs straddle his thighs, and my pussy rubs against his bulging erection hidden under his pants.
A moan of desire mingles with a growl of anger as I grab his shirt collar. I pull him so close that his lips touch mine as I utter one last phrase before diving into the abyss.
"Damn the day I met you, Ethan Blake," I grit through my teeth and attack him with a ferocious kiss.
Our teeth clash, our tongues intertwine, and battle as if in a struggle. His fingers dig into my buttocks, leaving bruises for sure. I grind against his cock, stimulating my clit and satisfying myself even through the fabric of my panties and his clothes.
Ethan growls like a wounded animal as I climax, writhing in sweet agony. He stands abruptly, nearly causing me to fall backward, and I cling to his neck.
"I see university has done you some good, Christine," he spits out, tossing me onto the couch. The leather squeaks beneath me, sticking unpleasantly to my sweaty back.
The post-orgasmic haze begins to lift, settling as a heavy fatigue in my limbs. I want to cover myself and run to my room, take a shower, and cry a little to pity myself. But Ethan won't let me do that until he satisfies his own needs.
He quickly unzips his pants and frees his erection. He pulls a condom from his back pocket and rolls it down his length. That son of a bitch had everything planned.
Ethan knew exactly how this evening would end.
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Forbidden Freedom
Romance"What are you doing here?" I hiss through clenched teeth, staring into the icy irises of his eyes. "Aren't you glad to see me?" He smirks, pressing me harder against the wall. "I recall you were more compliant at our last meeting." I swallow nervous...
