Ethan's POV
Stella's hand movements were deliberate, each stroke measured and maddeningly slow. She was playing me like an instrument, and I was helpless to do anything but enjoy every second of it.
"You're evil," I repeated breathlessly, leaning my forehead against hers.
"So you've said." She increased the pressure slightly, making me gasp. "But you don't seem too eager to escape."
"Why would I?" I said, voice strained. "I'm having the time of my life."
She laughed softly and kissed me again, her hand never faltering in its rhythm. My hands slid down to grip her hips, pulling her closer so she could feel just how much she was affecting me.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked against her lips.
"Oh, immensely." Her thumb brushed over the tip of me, making me shudder. Every touch sent electr
