Will they mind?

Lara

" You look sexually starved," He dragged, his burning gaze fixed on me, and I felt exposed, seen, and somehow, that only added to the hunger gnawing at my sanity.

"But, we will fix that, " He whispered, now, standing right before me, and under the gentle moon's glow, he looked like an ethereal being, like a royal sin.

He had the perfect height, properly defined cheekbones, lips that looked like they were only meant to be sat on, while he ate the living hell out of your pussy, and, my core throbbed when I recalled how he used to eat me out, back then, until I called his surname...

"Ethan," I mumbled softly, and my throat parched up from just saying his forbidden name.

" It's been four years. " His voice was deep, too deep for my self-control, as he revealed, and I instinctively looked away.

Staring at him, taking in his perfect figure, then remembering how it used to feel when he pressed me down in the LA summer sands had blood flowing to my brain, and I was this short from losing control.

'You are married now, Lara ' I whispered to myself, trying to talk those nasty thoughts from my mind, and yet, my body wasn't cooperating.

' To a man who doesn't f*ck you!' Another voice, sultry, daring, whispered at the back of my mind, and against my better judgment, I found myself turning my head around, searching for his eyes.

And when I locked gazes with his heated blue orbs, the world seemed to go quiet around us- it was like everything around was willing to give us time to catch up.

Four years.

Four years since I last saw him and he had no traces of the young adult that he used to be, but certainly, his presence had the same impact on me, on my body, just like in the past..

The distance, the years, and the band wrapped around my finger weren't enough to stop my heart from quivering from the sudden, intrusive closeness, and certainly, not enough to stop my core from throbbing when he roughly tilted my chin to face him.

In the darkness, my chin was tightly wrapped around his firm grip. Jolts of pain shot through my body from the impact, but so did pleasure.

For a brief moment, our breaths mingled, heating the moment, and I swear, to stop myself from locking my lips into his, I had to bite my bottom lip, hard, ruthlessly and yet, the clarity from the pain only lasted for a brief second. When he cursed with my name, my body shook with things I hadn't experienced in four years, things that my trophy husband hadn't made me feel.

" Fuck, Lara!"

" I missed you!" His lips glazed the corner of my mouth as he expressed, and a soft whimper escaped from my lips, loud, shameless and needy.

' I missed you too, Ethan.' I wanted to say, but those words couldn't choke out past my throat.

I wish I had the courage to say it. But I didn't. The band that glistened brightly on my finger served as a reminder.

" You are still beautiful " He whispered, his left thumb drawing circles around my face and I instinctively moved away, and yet, my heart ached from the distance.

" How has he been treating you?" he asked, with undisguised enmity clinging to his tone as he said the he.

He was referring to Derek, my husband.

The fact that Ethan hated Derek wasn't even a secret. It was because of Derek that my relationship with Ethan came to an end, after all.

Just the thought of the things that happened four years ago had my heart quivering with anger.

Unlike Derek, who came from the richest family in LA, who, at the age of twenty was already an established CEO, already rocking the finance world, Ethan came from a humble background. Just a hot-blooded teenager, with dreams and blood running hot with love.

We were that couple. Who broke rules, f*cked under the moon, in LA's starry nights, with dreams that stretched to the sky, until Derek's family proposed a marriage union between my family and theirs.

It was supposed to be a business union. My greedy parents couldn't let slip such a golden opportunity. They used my sick grandmother to threaten me into ending things with Ethan.

Against the powerful Tate family, Ethan stood no chance. He couldn't fight them.

He knew how pointless it was. Two hearts were torn apart, separated.

Against my will, I went through the wedding, watched with chilling detachment as the ring was slid onto my finger.

Nodded absentmindedly when they patched up a Mrs Tates to my identity, like it meant nothing.

I learned to be his wife, to be patient.

I started working at his family business, as one of his executive secretaries. My position was fairly deserved.

During the day, I was this meticulous employee, diligently completing her tasks, dressed in professional suits and confidence, while at night, I lay naked next to him, my body aching with desire to be touched, while he curled up in the furthest corner in disgust.

And yet, in the four years that we had been married, Derek had only touched me thrice. He had only f*cked me in the early months of our marriage, too.

And now, Ethan, the ex that I never got over stood before me, four years later, unmistakable desires framing his face as he asked me how my husband treated me.

Just the question alone had tears welling up in my eyes.

'He treated me so well that he couldn't bring himself to touch me!' I almost snapped, luckily, I controlled myself.

" Judging from your face, not too well, I suppose. " He whispered, as he inched closer to me.

I wanted to stand up. I wanted to create some distance between us, and I swear, I tried, but I couldn't.

My body generously welcomed his advances, and as his familiar breath fanned my skin, I couldn't swallow down the gasp that tore past my lips.

" Tell me. ." He commanded, his one hand already resting on my thighs.

" Does he fuck you?" He asked, his other hand caressing the hem of my robe, and I instantly closed my eyes, the desire pulling up in my core so strong that I quivered.

" Or,"

" Do you normally think of me when he rides you?" He asked, and I looked away.

It could have been better that way. That would have meant he at least fucked me, no?

" He doesn't f*ck you, then, Lara." He concluded, his gaze so dark that I almost wanted to drown in it.

"Sh*t! Lara!" He cursed as he lowered his head down to the crook of my neck, taking a sharp inhale of my bodily scent and to say I was aroused? That was a lie.

My core was vibrating with so much need that it was almost exploding.

' I missed you, Ethan. Please fuck me.' Those words almost slipped from my mouth when he roughly pulled my legs apart.

" You still smell the same.." As he said that, one of his hands was already caressing my now painfully hard nipples, through the fabric.

Heavens!

" I want to know if you still taste the same too, Lara.." He added, his words swallowed by the hungry moan that tore past my throat when he bit on my earlobe.

" Do you miss the way I used to f*ck you?" He asked as he hungrily took my lips into his.

He kissed me. I know I should have pulled back, but I didn't.

I kissed him back, hungrily, with the same intensity, the words that I couldn't say out loud perfectly expressed by my desperate movements.

When his tongue locked with mine, a deep moan tore past my lips.

Hell.

He tasted like sin, a fucking forbidden pleasure.

He tasted so good, just like he used to.

For minutes, our lips locked, hungrily, dominantly, and the world seemed to have faded around us.

He then drove his hand into my robe, then he squeezed my full mounts and I felt like I was on fire.

I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him,

" Tell me, Lara," He asked, as he broke the kiss, his full focus now on my breasts.

" Since I am now rich, will your parents allow me to fuck you?"

" And your rich boyfriend, " He paused, his gaze travelling to the beautiful villa a few meters from where we sat.

" Will he have a problem?"

" Because I intend to ruin you, quietly, with his billion-dollar ring still in your fingers. "