Chapter 5

Audrina’s POV

A challenge.

My breath caught slightly, my fingers curling at my sides as I stared at him.

“You're unbelievable," I muttered.

Ethan didn't move. "Am I?”

I stepped closer anyway. Slowly. I was aware that every inch of distance I closed mattered.

His gaze followed me the entire time.

“You could just give it to me," I said, stopping just in front of him.

He pouted his lips. “I could."

My breath shook. " Why are you doing this?”

"Because I don't like repeating myself.”

"And I don't like being controlled.”

He licked his bottom lip and my breath hitched. I hoped he didn't notice it.

"Then stop giving me reasons to,” he said.

Fine. I blocked all the thoughts coming into my mind and reached into his pockets.

And just as my fingers brushed the fabric, his hands closed around my wrist.

“Do you really think," he said, caging me in between his arms. “That this will stop me from knowing what you're about to do?"

My heart raced.

“I just want my phone."

“No." He corrected. “You want to call him"

I didn't deny it because there was no fucking point and somehow a part of me, one that I wouldn't admit, enjoyed this.

My body leaned closer to him.

“And if I do?" I challenged.

His grip on my hand tightened. “You won't."

“Watch me."

I twisted my wrist, trying to pull free, but he didn't let go. Instead, he stepped closer, forcing me back a fraction.

He didn't stop until his cock which was now, so hard rested on my belly.

My eyes went down involuntarily.

He raised my chin up.

“Let go," I said, my voice weaker. “You don't own me."

“Then why do you keep acting like you need my permission?"

Before I could answer, his hand moved into his pockets and pulled out the phone.

My eyes lit up instantly. “Give it to me."

He lifted it out of reach.

My irritation flared. "Ethan."

“Tell me something first."

" I'm not playing games…” I whispered, losing my patience already.

"Why him?” He repeated, voice low. "Out of everyone… Why him?"

My throat went dry. “I'm not telling you."

“Well, you are not getting this back, until you answer me"

I covered my face with my hand. He wouldn't let this go.

"Fine. Because he's easy,” I began to say. He released my hands and carried me up to my bed.

“What are you doing?"

“Keep talking."

My fingers curled into the sheets.

“Easy?" He urged again as his mouth found my throat. I gasped. Oh fuck.

His hands dropped down from my nipples.

Then down… down to my center where I was already wet.

“Yes." I moaned out.

He kept on kissing my neck as his hand moved lower. “Is that all?"

I closed my eyes.

"He doesn't…make me think…ah…He…doesn't make things complicated. He doesn't…”

He rubbed my clit in a circular motion. I couldn't think about anything else. I couldn't think about Max or the fact that Ethan didn't want me.

Not like I did.

Then he inserted a finger into me.

“Fuck!" I screamed and he thrusted in deeper and faster. I bit on my lower lip.

His gaze locked onto mine. "He doesn't what?”

Another finger.

"Say it,” he ordered.

My hips bucked against his hand, a low moan escaping my lips. He pumped steadily, thumb rubbing my clit in rhythm.

My walls clenched around him.

"Don't you want your phone?” he said and I gripped his wrist. He smiled darkly, pushing me to the edge with every thrust of his fingers.

"Fine." I swallowed hard. “Keep it.”

I regretted it immediately as the words left my mouth because I was so close… so close and he stopped.

He left the room minutes after and I felt a twinge of pain in my heart as I watched him go.

I wanted to beg him to come back.

I wanted to beg him to not leave me.

All I did was fall on the bed trying to catch my breath.

****

An hour later, I was already dressed, something simple. I was the only one at home. Mom would have followed Ethan to wherever they were going.

I didn't bother to check, because I knew well, if I passed the front door, Ethan would somehow figure out that I left the house.

I opened my window. I could jump down. It wasn't too far. I needed to see Max.

Don't think about it.

I jumped down from the window. I barely had time to brace myself before strong arms caught me.

My breath caught.

“I knew you'd do that."

My eyes snapped up.

Ethan. Of course.

I sighed.

“Are you serious?" I snapped, trying to pull away from his arms. “Do you have nothing better to do?"

He didn't let go and only held me tighter.

“No."

I hit his chest. “You were supposed to leave with mom."

“I changed my mind."

“That's not fair!"

“Neither is this."

"Put me down!” I screamed but he didn't drop me.

He carried me back inside like I weighed nothing, ignoring every of my protests, every attempt I made to push him away.

My gaze unintentionally found his arms, the way his sleeves were rolled up and his muscles flexed slightly with the movement.

I suddenly wished I could touch it

He set me down, the moment he entered my room.

“You are very stubborn," he said after dropping me.

“Am I?"

I met his gaze as my fingers trailed down his chest. My breath came out uneven.

My own movement surprised me but I didn't stop. My hands moved lower and lower.

I couldn't breathe.

My heart thundered.

Ethan stilled, the moment I stopped at his belt. He didn't pull away.

My heart pounded in my ears as I unbuckled his belt. The trousers fell to his knees.

My breath caught at the outline beneath the fabric of his pants.

It was big, so big. Everything in me went still.

I raised my head to look up at him. His jaw was tight. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them and yet…

He still hadn't stopped me.

My voice came out softer than I intended. It was barely a whisper.

“Can I touch it?"