THIRD PERSON’S POV
Lena’s body was still quivering from Ethan’s relentless teasing in the last round, every nerve alive, and every inch of her screaming for more. Her skin bore the faint red traces of his handprints, reminders of how he had taken control, reminders of how she had begged him not to stop. And now, as she lay sprawled on her bed, flushed and trembling, Ethan stood over her like a dark shadow, steady and unreadable.
“You’ve been reckless, Lena,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Chasing things you didn’t even understand. And now, you’re going to learn.”
Her lips parted, her breaths shallow, her body arching slightly toward him even though she didn’t know what would come next. “Teach me,” she whispered.
Those two words shattered the last fragments of Ethan’s restrain
