Chapter 6: Trapped by Desire
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Ethan clenched his jaw, gripping the leather seat as Lily’s teasing continued. His voice came out strained, thick with barely restrained control. “Lily, I’m a man after all. Stop testing me.”
But she didn’t stop.
“Drive faster,” he growled at his driver, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
By the time they reached his villa, he didn’t waste a second. Scooping her up in his arms, he stormed inside, his long strides taking him straight upstairs.
“Call the doctor,” he ordered the house staff without looking back.
But just as he laid Lily on the bed, her burning skin pressed against him, her fingers grabbing his tie and pulling him down. Before he could react, her lips crashed onto his.
Ethan’s eyes widened in shock. For years, he had kept his feelings buried, watching over her from a distance, knowing she was too young. But now… now, she wasn’t a child anymore. And she was setting him on fire.
He pulled back, trying to catch his breath, but she was faster. With unexpected strength, she flipped him onto the bed, straddling him, her feverish body pressing into his.
His control snapped.
“Lily,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “Make sure you don’t regret this in the morning.”
But she wasn’t listening. She was lost in the heat, dragging him deeper into her fire.
Ethan’s self-control unraveled as Lily’s body melted against his. Her skin was hot, her touch desperate, every kiss igniting something raw between them. He groaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips moving against his with a hunger that sent his pulse into chaos.
Damn it. He had always imagined this moment, but never like this, never with her trembling beneath him, gasping his name as he devoured every inch of her.
Her fevered hands slid down his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, and he let her. His own hands roamed her bare back, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling every delicate tremor of her body. When he finally pulled her dress over her head, his breath hitched.
She was stunning.
Ethan’s hands moved gently, his lips following, mapping her body with worshiping kisses. Lily whimpered at his touch, her nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Neither could he.
He met her gaze, his dark eyes filled with something primal. “Tell me you want this.”
Her response was immediate, her lips crashing against his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him down into her warmth. “I want you, Ethan.”
That was all it took.
He captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Every moan, every gasp, every whisper of his name sent him deeper into madness.
Lily was fire, burning him alive, and Ethan, he was the storm, consuming her completely.
He held her tight as their bodies intertwined, their heartbeats racing, lost in the heat of passion. Every touch, every movement, every shuddering breath brought them closer, until neither of them could hold back anymore.
The night stretched on, filled with whispered names, tangled sheets, and the kind of love that left no room for regret.
And when Lily finally collapsed against him, her breath warm against his chest, Ethan pulled her close, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
He had waited years for this moment.
And now, he would never let her go.
Lily’s scream the next morning jolted Ethan awake.
“What the hell are you yelling for?” he muttered, lazily stretching beside her.
She turned to him, her face paling as her gaze darted down at herself, bare skin, tangled sheets, his scent all over her.
“You… you… w-why am I here?!” she stammered, clutching the covers to her chest.
Ethan smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. “Take a wild guess.”
Lily’s eyes widened as flashes of last night came crashing down on her. Her face burned with mortification. She had kissed him. No, more than kissed him. She had thrown herself at him. She had….
She let out a strangled squeak and dove under the blanket, covering herself.
Ethan chuckled, amused. “Cute,” he teased, pointing to the faint red marks on his neck and chest. “You were wild, Lily. Who knew you had it in you?”
“You, ” she choked, unable to finish the sentence.
Scrambling, she grabbed her clothes from the floor, intending to make a run for it. But before she could take a step, Ethan was already on her, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“Running?” His voice was deep, teasing, but there was something firm underneath. “Not happening.”
She swallowed hard.
“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We’re going somewhere before work.”
Lily frowned. “Where?”
Ethan smirked, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder before stepping back. “You’ll find out.”
When she entered the bathroom, she froze. A neatly arranged set of designer white clothes lay waiting for her. She ran her fingers over the fabric, shocked at the perfect fit when she held it against herself.
“How did he know?” she whispered to herself, heat creeping up her neck.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the lingering traces of last night. But no matter how much she tried to push it away, one thing was clear.
She had crossed a line.
And there was no going back.
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