Chapter 2

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” My mind screamed, but my body wouldn’t move.

I froze, unable to process what my boss was doing, his mouth crashing into mine like a storm I didn’t know how to withstand. His lips were hot, relentless, stealing every ounce of reason I had left.

By the time my senses caught up, my trembling hands found his shoulders. I tried to push him away, but the effort was weak, more a plea than resistance.

“Mr. Blake, uhmp! Hold on, hmm…” I turned my face desperately, gasping for escape. “Ethan!”

But Ethan only tightened his grip, his hand cradling my head as if he owned me, forcing me to take every inch of his kiss. His tongue brushed against mine, and slowly, frighteningly, I felt myself drown in him. My resistance faltered, crumbling like sand against the tide.

A fire spread through me, starting from the place his mouth claimed me and spilling recklessly through every nerve. My body, dormant and obedient moments ago, betrayed me. It was awake now, alive, craving something I didn’t dare admit.

When air became scarce and panic clawed at my chest, I shoved him back with all the strength I had. I gasped, chest heaving, nearly choking as I fought to catch my breath.

But then he buried his face in my neck. His laughter vibrated against my skin, low and intimate, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Ethan, stop! Are you trying to kill me?” I managed, half-accusing, half-pleading, though my voice shook with something more dangerous than fear.

His arms slid around my waist, pulling me into him until I could feel every hard line of his body pressed against mine. Heat flooded my cheeks when I realized I was straddling him. At what point had that happened?

My heart pounded harder at the realization that I hadn’t even noticed, too lost in the hunger of his kiss.

“I didn’t know you had a side like this, Selina.” His lips curved into a sly smile, his voice low and teasing. “But I like it.”

My cheeks burned hotter. I wanted to snap at him, to push him away again, but my words came out trembling, half-defensive. “I didn’t expect you were born from a vacuum cleaner, with how strong you suck. And you look like a diver in a past life, with how good you are at it.”

He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, husky sound that made my skin prickle. “Do you want me to drive you crazy?” he teased, his breath brushing against my lips.

The weight of reality suddenly crashed in. Ingrid. His fiancée. My chest tightened with guilt, and I finally whispered, “But Ethan… this is wrong…” My voice cracked, my conscience fighting the treacherous thrum of desire in my body.

His eyes burned into mine, hazy from alcohol but still intense. “Yes or no, Selina.” His voice carried no room for doubt, no room for escape.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding in my throat. Every nerve screamed at me to run, but the truth… the truth was I didn’t want to. My chest rose and fell with one shaky breath before I finally nodded.

His arms tightened around me instantly, as if my small gesture was all he needed. My body lifted effortlessly in his arms, and before I knew it, he carried me across the room. My heartbeat thundered louder with every step until the soft mattress of his bed met my back.

The world blurred into shadows and heat as Ethan leaned over me. My breath caught when I felt his fingers tug at the hem of my clothes, peeling them away as if they were nothing but paper. I shivered, half from the cool air, half from the way his gaze devoured me like I was something forbidden but irresistible. His own movements were unhurried yet confident as he shed his lower clothes.

For a moment, my breath hitched, Ethan Blake looked devastating like this. The man I loved, the man I should never have touched, hovered above me with nothing but hunger in his eyes. I bit my lip so hard it almost hurt, trying to steady the storm inside me.

“Undress me, Selina.” His whisper brushed against my ear, dark and commanding. He caught my trembling hands and guided them to the button of his pants.

My pulse hammered violently as I obeyed, my fingers clumsy and cold. I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaking even more when his lips found my neck, leaving slow, deliberate kisses that made me arch involuntarily against him.

“Faster,” he urged, his voice rough with impatience.

“I… please don’t kiss me yet. You’re tickling me,” I blurted out, trying to ground myself in anything but the dizzying rush of sensation.

He chuckled softly against my skin, his breath hot. “I can’t. I love your scent. It’s addicting… delicious.”

The words melted through me like fire. My face flamed, and I reminded myself desperately—he’s drunk, Selina, he’s drunk. That’s why he’s saying these things. Still, my body refused to listen.

When I finally slid his pants and boxers down, a sharp gasp escaped my lips. My naked body brushed against him, and I froze when I felt the hard proof of his arousal pressing into me. Heat and shame tangled inside me, twisting tighter when his husky voice broke through my shock.

“Touch it, Selina.”

My breath stuttered. My hands were cold, trembling, but I reached for him anyway. The moment I wrapped my fingers around him, he groaned—a raw, low sound that made me shiver all over. My heart raced even faster. I shouldn’t want this… but I wanted to hear it again.

So I moved. Slowly at first, then with more pressure when he instructed, “Press harder.”

His groans deepened, vibrating against my ear as he kissed and licked and nipped at my skin. I felt consumed, my body arching, my voice betraying me in soft whimpers as his mouth closed around one breast and his hand teased the other. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle bite, sent jolts of pleasure through me until I was writhing beneath him, torn between embarrassment and need.

“Can I put it in now?” His voice was thick, ragged with restraint.

My chest rose and fell, my lip trembling between my teeth. I could barely speak, barely think, but I still whispered, “Go on…”

His hand replaced mine, guiding himself to my entrance. I clenched the sheets, my stomach knotting with nerves. The moment his tip pressed against me, I tensed. I was already wet, my body traitorously ready for him, but my mind was still screaming in panic.

Then came the sharp stretch. The searing pain. My cry tore from my throat before I could stop it. “Ouch!” My eyes blurred with tears, my body shaking with the sting that ripped through me.

Ethan froze, his breath catching. Shock broke through his hazy expression. “Is this… your first time?”

“Yes…” My voice was faint, trembling, the truth spilling out as the pain stole the strength from me. “It’s my first time.”

“You should have told me.” His tone was almost panicked now, but I couldn’t let him stop.

“You can’t back out now. You’ve already put it in… so just continue.” My words were desperate, broken, terrified of rejection, terrified of losing this moment, even if it was wrong.

His eyes darkened again, voice low, almost feral. “Who said I was gonna stop?”

He silenced me with a hard kiss, swallowing my protests. Slowly, carefully, he began to move. The pain still pulsed through me, but with every thrust, it softened, transforming into something else, something that made me moan his name instead of cry it.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back, my body arching toward his. “More,” I pleaded between broken moans. “Ethan… faster…”

He gave me exactly what I begged for, driving me wild with each movement. His mouth explored me, his hands grasped and teased until my head was thrashing side to side from the overwhelming pleasure.

The rhythm quickened, his thrusts rougher, hungrier. My cries grew louder, raw with both pain and ecstasy. My world narrowed down to the sound of his groans, the heat of his skin, the wild pounding of my heart as something inside me snapped.

One sharp thrust, and I shattered. A scream tore from my throat as waves of pleasure rippled through me, leaving me trembling, limp, undone beneath him.

Ethan followed seconds later, groaning deeply as he spilled into me, his body collapsing beside mine.

I lay there in stunned silence, chest heaving, my body aching and alive all at once. My mind barely registered the words he whispered, broken and slurred against my ear.

“I love you, Ingrid… I love you so much, my Ingrid…”

My chest hollowed out, and tears stung my eyes. I wasn’t Ingrid. I never would be.