Craving Jessica

Chapter 15

Ethan's POV

"So we're going to be doing this in such a way that none of you will lose Creed." I listened quietly from my end as Mom sputtered what I would call bullsh*t, because I already knew where the discussion was headed.

After the fight with Marcus earlier at the office, where he had bluntly told me to go kill myself in order to get his forgiveness, I had returned home straight, feeling like s**t, but of course, being her favorite son, Mom had summoned a meeting on his behalf, and here we are in her study room.

I looked at him where he sat at the other end, just beside her, a cold and detached look on his face as usual, and at this point I don't think I care anymore. He'd actually told me he had wished I had died and even told me to go kill myself, just like that? What kind of brother would do a thing like that?

And though I know I really messed up with him in the past, for him to tell me to go kill myself—that was the breaking point for me. Hell, I don't think I'd be needing his forgiveness anymore; the duel between us could last for as long as it wants. because he's nothing but a cold-hearted bastard!

"As it is..." Mom's voice continued, breaking through my thoughts. "None of you boys are ready to give up Creed." She looked between me and Marcus.

"And in order to avoid issues I've decided to—"

"Wait, you're not planning to ask me to step down from the position as the C.E.O. to a vice C.E.O. so that Marcus can take over, right?" I squinted suspiciously at her; my gut had already whispered the answer before she even opened her mouth. She heaved deeply, and that sigh alone set my chest on fire.

"Look, Ethan..."

"f**k, I knew it!" I snapped, springing hotly to my feet; my whole body was trembling.

"He's your favorite son after all. What would you not do to please him?!" I growled angrily. My throat burned with every word I said, and for a second I saw a look of hurt flash across her face, but it didn’t cool me down, not even a little.

"You know it's not like that, Ethan..."

"Never mind. I'm outta here." I snapped, storming out before she could say another word. Heck, God knows if I stayed another second, I might end up doing something crazy.

On the way out I bumped into Jessica at the other end of the hallway. Her perfume hit me, sweet and sharp, but I was too angry to even spare her a glance.

I brushed past her and made my way straight to my room.

The second I got in, I rushed to the cellar at the other end and pulled out a glass of wine. Like I said, I don’t f*****g do drinks anymore, but lately it’s been the only thing that burns the noise out of my head.

I slid into the couch and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste that clung to my tongue. My head hit the headrest, my chest heaving like I had just run ten miles.

Hell, since Marcus came back, it's been nothing but hell on earth. First his wife. Now him. He didn’t even have to lift a finger, and suddenly I’m the one expected to bow. Hell Nothing could be more frustrating; nothing could feel more like betrayal.

Just then the door opened behind me, and I turned immediately, tension shooting up my spine, only to see her walking in.

Jessica.

I frowned hard. She was the last person I wanted to see right now. I was in a pretty messed-up state, and God… she was the kind of temptation that could snap it clean in half.

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly. My voice didn’t even sound like mine—it sounded like all the anger inside me boiled into one. Her steps faltered mid-stride, her brow creasing as she gave me a puzzled look.

"What? What's the sudden edge in your tone? You weren’t like this if I recall last night." Her voice sounded wounded, almost trembling, and for a fleeting second I saw a look of hurt and disbelief in her eyes, but I was too f*****g angry to care.

"Yes, enough reason why you should take that as your clue and f*****g leave," I snapped harshly.

Then I stood up to leave for the bathroom, my body still vibrating from anger. Hell, I knew I shouldn’t sound like this, but the anger, the betrayal, the way my chest still burned from Mom’s words—it all refused to let me breathe.

"Way to go, Ethan." Her voice suddenly cut through my back, making me freeze.

My hands were folded into a fist beside me. "What is it?" I asked without turning.

"What a nice way to treat a woman you dipped your tongue inside yesterday." She spoke, her voice coming out somehowbroken and hurt.

And hell, it should have made me feel guilty; it should’ve made me feel ashamed, but instead, they only set my teeth on edge, and my anger burned even more as I turned sharply and marched back to her, my veins bulging.

"Look," I seethed, my voice curt and low. "Just because we hooked up yesterday doesn’t mean we’re a thing now. Get that in your head and know your f*****g place." I spat, my voice coming out harsher than intended, but of course I couldn't help it.

"Really?" She scoffed, but I saw her jaw shake. "Is that how you do your thing? You’re going to call it a mistake again, just like the other time? One moment you kiss me, the next you ghost me for a week. Then you eat me out, and now what—you’re pushing me away like trash?" She rasped, her voice thundering all over the room, raw and wounded.

But still it didn't get to me.

"Wow," I muttered, shaking my head slowly. "If you’re going to sound like this now, it’ll look as if we’re actually a thing—and you’re not married to my brother."

"Yes." She nodded slowly, stepping closer, her eyes burning into me. "But what can I do when my p***y only answers to you, huh?" Her voice dropped, slow and taunting, her hands pulling her robe aside.

My breath hitched at once just as my eyes betrayed me and took a look.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath as expected, and her p***y was freshly shaved, red, swollen, and glistening as if it had been waiting just for me.

Fuck. My throat went dry immediately just as my groin began stirring with painful need despite myself.

"See? It’s been like this since last night. Aching and throbbing ever since you touched me. That’s how it always is—you don’t have to be near me for it to happen." Her words spun my head, and my c**k twitched even more in my pants, hard and painful.

"Wait..." I squinted lightly at her, trying to steady myself while at the same time hiding my shaking hands behind me so she wouldn’t see.

"Your husband is in this house, and you’re like this?" I asked as I forced myself to look away, my jaw clenched so hard that it began aching. Heck of a time for my body to betray me, but now?

"Yes, but do you think this p***y cares? If it did, it wouldn’t be dripping like this, you know." She said, holding my eyes as if daring me, then she took slow, steady, calculated strides forward, closing the distance between us.

Her hands reached out to touch my face, her soft and warm fingers brushing my chin in such a way that sent heat shooting through me as usual. I clenched my jaw tight.

"I know you’re angry, Ethan..." she whispered, tracing my skin. "I sensed it from the moment you stormed out of your mom’s study room and ignored me totally." Her fingers moved to my lips, caressing them, making my breath come out sharp and unsteady.

"And that’s why I came here. To help you burn it off." Her hand dropped lower now, sliding over my chest and slipping under my shirt. My skin lit up instantly, goosebumps rising as if my body was begging for her. My fists clenched tighter behind me.

"Remember what you confessed to me last night?" Her hand drifted lower, brushing against my groin. My chest throbbed, my breath getting stuck in my throat.

"You said once you start, you’re not going to stop. Well, that’s what you did, Ethan—you lit this fire inside me, and now there’s no way out."

She grabbed my bulge immediately, and just like that, she dropped to her knees before me, her hands moving fast to undo my belt, but before it could

I snapped instantly, my restraint shattering to the floor like glass as I grabbed her and pulled her up by her hair, my left hand reaching out to cup her chin firmly.

"No..." I shook my head slowly, my eyes burning with hunger and anger tangled together.

"If we’re going to be doing this, then it’ll be my way tonight." I said, my voice low and rough, as I spun her around and pressed her against me, then whispered into her ears.

"You're so desperate for me, aren't you? Well... go climb that bed and f*****g spread your legs wide for me."