Chapter 3 You Asked for It
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As soon as the car stopped, Ethan opened the door and carried Emma out.
She felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, her limbs weak and soft, with an unbearable itch crawling under her skin.
The man beside her was incredibly elegant, his intense scent of cedarwood both seductive and alluring, drawing her closer and making her want to breathe deeply.
His entire being was an embodiment of male pheromones, raising her body temperature and quickening the blood flow in her veins.
She was dying from the itch!
Emma clutched Ethan's collar, rubbing her face against his exposed chest, feeling so uncomfortable that she nearly cried.
But Ethan was feeling even worse.
He was a healthy and perfectly normal man, and having such an attractive woman squirming in his arms was enough to make anyone lose their composure.
"Stop squirming, or you'll be responsible for what happens next!"
But Emma, in her current state, couldn't care less about anything else. She continued to wriggle, trying to scratch the itch inside her, but it only added fuel to Ethan's desire.
Ethan threw her onto the bed, grabbed her jaw, and kissed her without hesitation.
It was like a burning torch landing on a rick, and both of them were soon lost in the passion.
But just as Ethan was tearing off Emma's clothes, she suddenly regained her senses.
She hadn't forgotten who this man was, nor that he was married with a kid. The thought of what was about to happen made Emma panic. She grabbed his hand, trying to stop him, and struggled violently.
Ethan was surprised that she could still resist at this point.
He pinned her hands to the bed and kissed her again.
But this time, Emma didn't respond. Instead, she bit him hard.
"Let go! Let go of me..."
Emma's face was flushed, and she was covered in sweat.
Ethan listened carefully to her slurred words and saw her feeble struggles. He couldn't help but sneer.
"Still putting up a fight, huh? You're good at maintaining that chaste facade."
Emma didn't hear his sarcasm; she just kept trying to break free from his grip.
Seeing her persistence, Ethan finally let go of her.
Freed, Emma managed to crawl off the bed and staggered into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water pour over her.
Ethan lit a cigarette and watched without intervening.
He didn't like forcing anyone, nor did he appreciate fake modesty.
To him, Emma was being extremely pretentious.
She was drugged yet still tried to act virtuous. She had eagerly begged him to get into his car, and now she was rejecting him.
He was curious to see how long she could hold out.
Smoking his cigarette, he even went to pour himself a drink.
But when he returned with the glass, he found the bathtub full of water, and Emma submerged in it.
"What the hell are you doing? Trying to drown yourself?"
Ethan quickly set down his glass and pulled her out.
Emma lay on the edge of the tub, coughing violently. But it wasn't enough. The moment she left the suffocating water, the desire she had barely suppressed surged back, even stronger.
She tried to submerge herself again, but Ethan stopped her.
"Do you want to kill yourself? Even if you want to die, don't do it in my house! I don't want to be blamed for murder."
He forcefully fished her out and wrapped her in a towel before calling the doctor.
But Emma didn't stay still in his arms.
She wriggled and squirmed, trying to break free.
"You're at risk. If you don't want something worse to happen, stay still." Ethan tightened his grip, his voice stern.
Emma seemed to understand and stopped moving, but she couldn't help the suggestive moans escaping her lips.
As he felt her softness and listened to her seductive moans, memories of their earlier encounter flashed in Ethan's mind.
Her skin felt so good, and her waist was so slender. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and wiggled, she seemed to draw out his soul.
Suppressing a swallow, Ethan couldn't help but suggest, "The doctor will take at least an hour to get here. Should I help you?"
He restrained himself and reached out.
"Don't touch me! Don't..."
Emma's words contradicted her actions as she moved closer to Ethan.
He leaned in to kiss her lips but stopped, remembering her earlier refusal.
Instead, he picked her up and laid her back on the bed.
The next hour felt like an eternity.
Emma, drugged and restless, was incredibly tempting, and Ethan had to use all his willpower to restrain himself.
Thankfully, the doctor arrived faster than expected.
Handing over the nearly unconscious Emma to the doctor, Ethan finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
When Emma woke the next day, her head felt like it was about to explode, and her body was weak and limp.
She struggled to open her eyes, looking around to find herself in a luxurious and unfamiliar room, clearly not her own.
Fragments of the previous night's memories flooded back, making Emma bury her head in the pillow in shame and anger.
She had self-righteously refused to be kept by Ethan, only to end up in his bed.
While she was wondering what to do next, a sweet, childish voice suddenly spoke.
"Are you the woman who ended up in my dad's bed last night?"
Emma froze, lifting the covers to see a pair of round, curious eyes staring back at her.
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