Chapter 6

Audrina’s POV

My eyes locked on the dark line of his cock through his boxers. FUCK. My breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, and I could feel the slick heat between my thighs, a heavy ache that made me want to slide down his body right then and there. I was already ruined for him, completely wet.

Ethan’s breathing was a jagged mess. His hand came up, his large, calloused palm cupping the side of my neck before his thumb slid slowly down, grabbing the slope of my BOOB.

I gasped, my back arching into his touch as my nipple pushed hard against his skin.

"Audrina," he groaned, the sound coming out deep from his chest. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

I leaned into him, the friction of my thin shirt against his bare chest made my nipples stands up, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting straight down to between my legs. I felt his cock harden even more against my stomach, a silent noticed that he was just as HORNY as I was.

"Touch me," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please, Daddy. Just... touch me."

He let out a low, guttural sound and leaned down, his nose brushing against mine. I could taste the heat radiating off his skin. I felt his other hand slide down my back, his fingers dipping into the small of my waist, pulling me so flush against him that I could feel every muscle in his thighs.

My hand moved slowly, my fingers finally at his waistband when he stopped me with a gentle but firm grip on my wrist. The air between us felt like it was about to snap. He looked at me, his eyes piercing through mine, and for a moment, I thought I’d did something wrong. His jaw is clenched, and he took a step back, re-buckling his belt with a deliberate slowness that felt like a slap across my face.

The sound of his belt buckling back was like a door slamming in my face. I looked pathetic as I realized what I had almost done - what I had wanted to do. I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us, but my legs felt like lead, refusing to cooperate. He watched me, his expression unreadable, his eyes giving nothing away. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"This will never happen again," he said finally, his voice low and firm, the words hit my heart like a knife. A spark of anger ignite within me, but I tamped it down, refusing to let him see how much he had hurt me. I nodded, trying to play the good GIRL, but my voice came out barely above a whisper.

"Good," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the word came out more like a plea. He turned to leave, and I watched him go. I was glad he was gone but a STUPID part of my body was still screaming for him to come back. The door creaked shut behind him, and I was left standing alone in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding in my chest.

The lights flickered and then then went off. I was left standing in the middle of the hallway, blinded by the sudden darkness.

I was already moving through the dark with my phone light, when I walked directly into someone in the hallway. Close. Too close. I could feel heat coming off him before my eyes even adjust. What starts as startled anger on both sides turns into something hushed and dangerous, two people saying nothing useful with words and saying everything else with how close we are standing. Neither of us pulls back. His jaw is tight. My pulse is in my throat.

I tried to take a step back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, musky and alluring, and it made my head spin. His eyes glinted in the dark, looking right through me. It felt like he could see exactly how wet I was for him, like he could see every FILTHY thing I wanted him to do to me.

The tension grew more than it was, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. He didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The silence stretched between us, until I thought I would scream.

And then, the lights flickered back on, and my mother was standing at the end of the hallway, completely still,

watching both of us like she has been there for longer than we will ever know. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking between us, and I felt a surge of guilt, like I'd been caught doing something wrong.

Ethan took a step back, his expression smoothing out, but I could see the tension still etched on his face. My mother didn't say anything, just stood there, watching us, her eyes missing nothing. I felt like squirming under her gaze, but I stood my ground, trying to look innocent.

"What is going on here?" she asked finally, she sounded calm, but i could tell she was digging for more. Ethan spoke up before I could, his voice smooth and calm.

"Just checking on Audrina," he said, his eyes flicking to mine for a brief moment before returning to my mother's. "The power cut out, and I was worried she might be scared." My mother's gaze lingered on me, and I felt like she didn't believe him, but she didn't press the issue.

"I'm fine, Mom," I said, trying to sound normal, but my voice came out a bit too rushed. My mother nodded, her eyes still on me, before turning to Ethan.

"Thank you, Ethan," she said, breaking the silence. "I'll take it from here." Ethan nodded, his expression polite, but I could see the relief in his eyes as he turned and walked away. I watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions - relief, disappointment, and a hint of anger.

My mother waited until he was out of earshot before turning to me, her expression serious.

"Audrina, we need to talk," she said, her voice low and firm. My heart trembled as I nodded, knowing that this conversation was going to be one I wouldn't want to have.