His innermost desire

Kane Hau's POV

“Ethan Oliver Harrison.” That name rolls smoothly off my lips. It has been in my mind for years, distracting me and occupying my thoughts.

As he kissed me, I could taste his innocence, and it brought a smile to my face. “Finally, I’m savoring my innermost desire.” I giggled between our kisses.

I was extra careful as I deepened the kiss, ensuring I didn’t cause him any pain and that he was comfortable with my every touch.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his lips extra red. He was breathing fast, and his eyes were wide.

“Are you alright?” I arched my brows as I watched him. Wait, I froze. “Is this your first kiss?” He went silent at my question, nervously scanning my eyes.

“But…” I paused, my mouth hanging open. I'd read about the girls he’d dated in the past, but I never once thought it was all fake.

I quietly went to my fridge and brought out an ice pack. I held it out to him, and he furrowed his brows.

“What am I supposed to do with this? Eat it?” he asked with a ridiculous gaze.

He looked cute whenever he tried to be an independent man, and I smirked, the same way I did whenever I thought he was sexy.

“You can eat it if you want, or you can be smart and use it for your hips,” I said, trying to hide how excited he made me feel. He looked at the ice pack for a moment before taking it and relaxing on my bed. I watched him from a distance, afraid that approaching him might scare him away. I wasn't in a hurry to sleep with him; I had waited for this moment for years, so there was no rush.

“You just want my body, that's why you're so nice to me,” he mumbled as he used the ice on his hips.

I squinted my eyes, if only he knew how I truly felt. If I were really lusting after his body, I would have slept with him and called in the next person.

“For how long are you going to keep threatening me with the files?” Ethan asked, his face bowed. I could see the despair in his features. It was one of the things that attracted me to him. He was a good player, but when I look in his eyes all I see is fear and loneliness. The only time he smiles is when he wins a match or when he stalks me ....(Smiles!)

“I'm not threatening you, Harrison,” I replied gently and offered him a genuine smile. “You can forget about the files. I will never use it on you as long as you don't ignore me.”

Ethan burst into bitter laughter. “Forget about it?” He arched his brows. “I don't know how long you've known about my secret, and I certainly don't know why you're helping me. So why should I trust you?” he asked, and I nodded, understanding his fear.

“Harrison, if I wanted to hurt you. I would have,” I said, and moved towards the wall. I looked out through the glasses and gulped down the last contents of my wine. 

“Yeah, nobody can be trusted,” he murmured, his eyes heavy and clouded.

I trust Ethan, and I know that he will fulfill his promises. But at the end of the day, he's human, and he too can lie. If I delete the videos, what leverage do I have against him? I want his attention, I desperately crave it, the files are the only things I have. So I don't have a choice but to use it.

“Why? Why are you so interested in me?” He asked with a grimace, and I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn't, because we are rivals at the end of the day.

I put on a smirk and slowly walked over to his side. “Interested in you? You were the one who stalked me for years, why are you suddenly blaming me?” I asked, teasing him on purpose.

Ethan dropped the ice pack on the floor, walked over to where I stood, and wrapped his arms around my neck. “Fine. I will sleep with you, then we can move on from this part. My fans need me, I will do this for them,” he volunteered with a fearless gaze, and I puckered my mouth, trying my best to hide my laughter.

“Who said I want to sleep with you?” I asked, my hands firmly positioned on his waist. He arched his brows, surprised.

“Isn't that what you said in the locker room? Also, you asked me to come here?” He replied, and I chuckled, enjoying the squirming look on his face.

“You came when I called, does this mean you also want my body?” I asked with a mischievous smile.

He shrugged his shoulders. “At the end of the day, everyone wants something from me, even my family. If I don't give it to them, they will take it one way or the other.”

The smile on my face dropped, and I removed my hands from his body. “I will never force you to do what you don't want to. All we do together is because you're consenting,” I muttered with a serious expression.

“Consenting? You have my videos. You're blackmailing me,” he said with a grimace, and I knew he was right. I didn't reply, I just stared at him, thinking of the right word to use. Suddenly, something snapped inside me, and I knew I had to keep up my act.

“I will not delete the videos. Call this blackmailing if you like, but I will keep being your nightmare,” I replied harshly, and the frown was back on my face.

Ethan smirked like a drunk driver and sat on my bed. “Fine then, be my nightmare and take what you really want,” he said and began to undress. I was shocked, but I didn't move, I just stood still, quietly watching him. He pushed me on top of the bed and removed the only fabric covering my red buttocks. My breath caught, and I covered my mouth with his, stealing kisses, while caressing his dick. My middle finger slipped into his ass, and he moaned as I finger fucked him. I pushed him to the bed, and gently pushed my dick into his wet asshole.

“Hau, mama and papa are here.”