Mag-log inBut then I pull back.Ethan blinks, confused, his lips swollen and parted. Before he can say a word, I press a firm hand to his chest and push. He stumbles backward, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, and he drops onto the bed."Sit there." My voice comes out lower than I expected. "And don't move."Something shifts in his eyes—surprise, then raw hunger. He leans back on his palms and watches me.I pull my t-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. His gaze darkens, trailing slowly down my body. I can see him fighting the urge to reach for me, his fingers curling into the bedsheets.I step forward and climb onto his lap, straddling him. His hands fly to my waist but I catch his wrists and pin them against the headboard."Ah-ah." I click my tongue. "I'm in charge tonight."His jaw tightens. He likes this.I lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. Then his chin. Then just below his ear. He exhales sharply, his breath hot against my neck. I drag my lips down s
***Elizabeth's POVBy the time my eyes flutter open, it's past four in the afternoon. I drop my phone on the bedside drawer and turn to look at Ethan. The man who has once again barged into my life to steal me away. He says he's never letting me go again—baby, whoever said I'd even let you?This time, it's not even stealing because I'm going with him willingly. "Ouch." I wince at the soreness between my legs, my folds swollen and throbbing.A throaty chuckle sounds beside me and I glance up to find Ethan staring right back at me. He has that gruff, seductive look he always wears when he's about to say something filthy.The corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk. "I want to take you again." His voice is low and husky, and my eyes widen.What? Just kill me already, you beast! Where does he even get his stamina from? Aren't CEOs supposed to be lazy in bed?I let out a heavy sigh. "Please, no. I'm exhausted." My voice comes out low and hoarse, barely above a whisper.His smirk dee
Ethan smirks again. "Good."He pulls his t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly aside. Elizabeth's breath hitches at the sight of him—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the defined lines of his abdomen... He settles between her legs and his gaze darkens as it lands on her already soaked panties."Wet for me already, I see."Elizabeth whimpers in response, her head spinning at all the things this man is about to do to her. It's been so long… too long.He clasps his palms under each of her thighs and drags her down toward him in one smooth, commanding motion so that she's now barely resting her head against the headboard. She reaches behind her, grabs a pillow, and wedges it between her back and the wood for comfort.He leans in and trails soft, open-mouthed kisses from the inside of her lower thigh up to the crease of her hip, then does the same on her other thigh. Each kiss is deliberate, slow, maddening. Her skin tingles and burns everywhere his lips touch.He
General POV"Spitfire."The word tears from Ethan Moore's throat the instant his eyes flutter open. After collapsing, he was rushed to the hospital, where Dr. Smith immediately hooked him up to an IV drip. His parents had gone berserk upon learning that a silly maid had caused their son to black out, firing her on the spot."Ethan!" Worry etches deep lines into Mrs. Moore's face as she rushes to his bedside, clutching his hand.A low groan escapes Ethan's lips as his gaze darts around the sterile room. Suddenly, his eyes widen. With a desperate urgency, he rips the IV needle from the back of his hand and forces himself off the mattress."Ethan! What is wrong with you?!" Clara Moore's eyes widen in sheer horror as blood drips from his torn skin.Wordlessly, Ethan darts toward the door."Insolence!"Upon hearing his father's booming voice, Ethan's steps falter. He slowly turns, his eyes burning with absolute rage. "You sent her away."The private ward falls dead silent.After a tense, h
Ethan’s POVNot long after Charles leaves, Anna Campbell and her parents enter.Tonight is shaping up to be an energy-draining ordeal—it already is.Barely a few minutes pass before they dive into wedding plans.“We need to fix the wedding date as soon as possible, now that we’re back,” Anna’s father announces.Anna’s hand slips around my bicep, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to yank it away. She rests her head on my shoulder, the gesture feeling heavy and unwanted."Yes, yes." Dad replies. You want me to marry someone who didn’t check up on me—not even once—while I was in the hospital?Arthur had informed me she had been staying with me before her parents returned to the country, even though, for some reason, I cannot recall a single moment of it—Where was I even going when I had the accident?Removing her hand, I straighten up.“Please, excuse me.” I force a smile and a stiff nod.I need to get as far away from this place as possible, or I might end up doing somet
***General POVThe old residence of the Moore family bustles with life. It is the venue for the grand banquet hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Moore in celebration of their son's birthday.Everywhere Ethan looks, he sees familiar faces—people he has known for years and others he has only recently met. Yet, an unshakeable feeling that he doesn't belong here haunts him.It has been two weeks since he woke up in the hospital… two weeks of feeling like there is something he isn't remembering, a missing fragment of his life he just can't place his hands on. He has visited Doctor Smith three times already, yet the answer remains the same: “There is nothing wrong with you, Mr. Moore. You are completely fine.”'Am I?' It certainly doesn't feel like it. He feels... void.No matter how much he buries his head in work, before he goes to bed each night, he sees emerald-green eyes. Every single night. Charles’ woman. Her image plays in his head on a loop.His mouth twitches as he reaches over the table to
Elizabeth’s POV Am I about to do the right thing though? I stare hard at the card fixed between my middle and index finger. I have nothing left to lose. Do I?Breathing out heavily through my mouth, I glance beside me and my gaze lands on the telephone booth near the bus shelter. Sniffling loudly, I
Ethan’s POV“I would have gotten the chance to say hello to the devil on your behalf.” She mutters coldly.Wow. “T for thanks.”“Anyways, don’t bother yourself trying to escape through the tunnel again; it has been destroyed.” With that said, I give her a charming smile and walk out of the room. **Eliz
Elizabeth’s POV But my heart, that stupid thing, makes me take slow steps forward. “Ethan?” I call out silently, stretching my neck as I look around.But there’s no trace of him at all. I call out his name again, yet no response. I’m fascinated by his room's interior decor. Surprisingly, I find that
Ethan’s POVI immediately feel a headache coming on as a stunning woman enters the room, dressed in a short flare gown and high heels.“Hello, everyone,” she says, flashing a charming smile as she takes a seat next to her son, who happens to be beside my dad.Looks can truly be deceiving.As pretty as s







