Chapter 4

Emily’s POV… 

Ethan pulled back abruptly, his breathing uneven. His grip on my waist tightened for just a second before he forced himself to let go. 

His forehead nearly touched mine as he exhaled slowly. “We’re not doing this here.” 

I, still still dazed from the heat of his kiss, smirked. “So where, then?” 

Ethan stepped back, shaking his head, his expression unreadable. “Emily.”

I titled my head, eyes gleaming with challenge. “My apartment.” 

A dark chuckle escaped him, but there was no amusement in it- just something dangerous. He studied me, his gaze trailing over my face as if searching for hesitation. 

“You don’t stop pushing, do you?” he muttered. 

“Not when I want something.”

His jaw tightened. “You should be careful about that.”

I took a step closer, deliberately, testing him. “Why? Because you’re not like your brother?”

Ethan’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes flashed with something almost lethal, but his voice remained controlled. Too controlled.

“No, Emily. I’m not like him.” He exhaled sharply, then lowered his voice. “Daniel plays games. He takes what he wants and moves on when he’s bored.” He took another step toward me, his presence overwhelming. “But I don’t play. If you push me, I will take you, and I won’t stop just because you change your mind later.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the quiet intensity in his tone. 

This was a warning. A final one..

But I didn’t back down. Wasn’t going to. 

I lifted my chin, eyes locked onto his. “I’m not asking you to stop.” 

Something snapped in his gaze—then, without another word, he pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me.

“Address.” His voice was a command, low and final.

My hands trembled slightly as I typed in my address and handed it back to him. 

Ethan glanced at the screen, then back at me. His lips curved—not quite a smirk, not quite a smile. Just dark, knowing.

“Thirty minutes,” he said. Then, after a pause, “If you’re not sure, don’t open the door.”

My heart pounded, but I held his gaze. “I’ll be there.” 

Ethan’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, and then, without another word, he turned and walked away. 

I stood there, breathless, my entire body humming with anticipation. 

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. 

But I wanted to find out. 

*** 

I barely remembered the drive home. 

My heart pounded, my hands trembled, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself to slow down—to think—I couldn’t. 

Because in less than thirty minutes, Ethan Sinclair would be at my door. 

And once I let him in, there would be no going back. 

I stepped into my apartment, shutting the door behind me. The silence felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves knew I was about to make a choice I would never take back. 

With a shaky breath, I kicked off my heels and walked into the bathroom. My reflection stared back at me—lips still slightly swollen from the kiss, eyes wide with something between excitement and nerves. 

You can still stop this. 

The thought whispered in my mind, but I ignored it. I turned on the faucet, splashing cool water onto my face before gripping the edges of the sink.

Ethan’s warning played in my head.

"I don’t play."

"If you push me, I will take you."

"And I won’t stop just because you change your mind later."

A shiver ran through me—not from fear, but from something deeper. Something undeniable.

I exhaled and stepped into my bedroom, shedding my dress and pulling on something more comfortable—silk shorts and a fitted tank top. Nothing too revealing, but nothing that suggested I wasn’t expecting company either.

The knock came precisely at the thirty-minute mark.

My breath hitched.

My feet carried me to the door before I could over-think it. I placed my hand on the handle, hesitated for just a second, then I opened it. 

Ethan stood there. 

Dark suit. Crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone. His hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run a frustrated hand through it on the way over. 

But it was his eyes that made my breath catch. 

They were locked onto me with an intensity that nearly sent me reeling. 

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. 

Because I knew. 

The moment I stepped aside and let him in, I was making a choice. 

Ethan waited, his gaze flicking between me and the open door. Giving me one last chance. 

I lifted my chin, met his eyes, and stepped back. 

Ethan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. The sound echoed through the room. 

I swallowed hard. “Drink?” I asked, my voice only slightly unsteady. 

Ethan ignored the question, taking another step forward. 

“You should’ve kept the door closed,” he murmured.

My breath caught. “Why?”

Ethan reached out, fingers brushing over the strap of my tank top. 

“Because now,” he said, voice dark and low, “it’s too late to run.”

My pulse exploded.

I should have felt nervous or uncertain.

Instead, I reached up, gripping the front of his shirt.

“Good,” I whispered.

Ethan inhaled sharply, his control snapping in an instant. 

And then his lips were on mine. 

He immediately picked me up behind my thighs and lifted me, wrapping my legs around him as he forced me against the wall. Pushing his lips softly against mine, my body rubs against his. 

Gently teasing me, giving me a taste of what is to come. He released my lip and his upper lip pushed against mine, forcing my lips apart as he continued to kiss me passionately. 

His hands massaged my ass under my skirt as his fingers feel over to my panties. The lace excites him and he moans louder, pushing my body firmer against his. Trapping me against the wall as he lifted my top over my head and threw it to the floor. My lacy bra brings a huge smirk to his face before he buried his head in my chest. Nipping at my soft flesh before his hand pulls down on the cup of the bra and allows my breasts to bounce out. 

His mouth devours it immediately. Letting it sink into his mouth as he sucks harder and harder, taking in as much as he can. One hand reaches up and grabs my throat and pins me to the wall by it as he sucks on my breasts harder and harder. We both moaned in pleasure. 

His hands slip underneath and unzips his trousers and he pushes them with his boxers to the floor. He is already rock solid for me, and as his fingers slide my panties to the side, he can feel just how wet I am. 

He doesn’t mess around. There’s no foreplay, no build up. He just slides his shaft into me. We both moan in unison as the wet lips of my pussy tightly slides along the length of his shaft. As every inch of his pulsing member slides into my tight hole. 

My legs wrap tighter around him, trying to pull him in as I wrap my hands behind his head to pull him in for a kiss, but he pulls away, grabbing both my hands with his and locks my fingers in his before slamming them against the wall above my head.

He looks into my eyes without speaking as he began to thrust slowly against me. Gradually getting faster and faster as he began to pound against me. Just staring into  my eyes as each moan of mine makes him fuck me harder and faster. 

I’m getting close, my pussy clenching on his cock.  He is pounding me hard against the wall as my moans are becoming uncontrollable. Biting my lip so herd he thinks I’m about to draw blood as my moans echo all around. His hand squeezing mine tight as he knows my last moments of self control are leaving. 

He releases my hands and I groan as he grabs my ass and pushes his cock as deep inside me as possible. My pussy grips his shaft like a vice as I begin convulsing on him and his pulsing cock lasts but a second before he explodes in me. 

We’re both shaking, wrapped in each other as our climaxes explode exponentially with each other before our breathing begins to recover and my legs drop from his waist and he stops pinning me to the wall. 

What in hell’s name just happened?