A Ride To Nowhere

“Sorry princess, the old folks needed my attention,” Ethan said, his voice a low rumble. He gently caressed my cheek with his thumb as I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.

I looked into his eyes, those cold, gray eyes so like his father’s, but right now they were soft, filled with a warmth I didn't want to see. A warmth that felt fake. A warmth that felt like a trap. His touch was too warm for someone like me, a girl with secrets, a girl with a mission.

I tried to pull myself gently off his laps, trying not to seem like I was rushing or suddenly uncomfortable. But Ethan grabbed my ass immediately, his fingers digging into my skin, and he said, “ where are you going my love?”

I forced a small, seductive smile, my voice a practiced purr. “ you want us to do it right here…. Right in the presence of your driver?” The thought was a disgusting one, but it was a necessary part of the game. I had to keep him wanting me. I had to keep him guessing.

Ethan giggled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “ yes I want you here Norah… it doesn't matter who hears” he said, and he bit my ear gently. The pain, a sharp, quick jolt, made me grab his back gently in a feigned reaction. He was making me feel things I never wanted to feel. He was chipping away at the walls I had built around my heart.

But I brought my lips closer to his ear, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. “ You want him to hear how I moan your name? How you make me scream for more?” I was cut off as he took my lips, kissing me hungrily, his tongue invading my mouth with a raw, desperate need. 

I reciprocated, my own lips a hungry, demanding force. Our kissing became slow, a soft, sensual torture, and he pulled away just a little bit, his eyes dark with desire. “ I don't care my love,” he said.

And that was it. The words were a signal. A permission. A challenge. Ethan unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down just a little bit, his movements quick and urgent. His dick came out shooting out, hard and thick, a brutal reminder of the animal inside him. A pulse of pure panic shot through me, but I didn't show it. I moved my hand subtly, pushing the phone I had hidden under my thigh out of the way. My purse, a large, black clutch, covered it. His dick was so hard that a bulge of veins came sticking out of it. The sight of it made my breath catch in my throat.

Just like a flash he pulled my red gown up and gently dropped my ass so slow, making his dick to slide in gently. He moaned out loud, “ oh god…” and my eyes were closing a little bit.

His dick had filled up my pussy, a huge, stretching force that took my breath away. I grind in slow motion, hanging my head backward as the pleasure from my grinding was getting too much. The pleasure was a sick, twisted thing, a mix of genuine sensation and pure hatred. My mind was screaming, telling me to stop, to get away, but my body was responding, a traitor to my mission. “ Shit… Ethan you're so huge “ I said, the words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them.

I started pounding, making the sound seem like clapping. “ oh… come on….. yes that way “ Ethan said, his voice ragged with pleasure as he tilted his head in so many directions, humming with delight. Water was coming out, as he helped in grinding my hips. All of a sudden, wet liquid shot inside my pussy, making my hips vibrate in sweet pleasure.

Our breath was ragged as I quietly slid down from Ethan's thighs. The movements were slow, almost graceful. My dress slid down a bit from my thighs as I sat up straight, smoothing out the silky material and adjusting my neckline. I didn’t want to give the wrong impression. I had already done enough. For now. My breath was calming down as my pussy was kind of vibrating from the hot sex we just had.

My phone screen was not reflecting Marcus Gerry on it again. The light from it glowed and finally went off. I picked it up casually and tossed it in my purse like it meant nothing. But it meant something. It meant everything. Because that call from Marcus earlier had almost ruined everything.

Ethan watched me with that soft, calm look again while he wore his trousers back. The kind of look a man gives a woman when he is beginning to fall. Or maybe I was being delusional. It was just ordinary sex.

But If only Ethan could stay this gentle. If only he wasn’t the son of Norman Malcovich. If only he wasn’t part of the family that destroyed lives behind closed doors.

I smiled at him, just enough to keep my mask from slipping. “ You're making me want you the most, Ethan,” I said softly, brushing my fingers against his coat like it was casual, making my heart beat in a different rhythm. He nodded like he believed every bit of it.

I adjusted my gown properly, crossing one leg over the other, making sure I looked composed. The mission was done. The first stage at least. I had gotten his attention. I had pulled him in. Like bait to a trap.

Ethan reached for my hand and gently placed it on his lap. His palm moved over mine slowly, his fingers running over my knuckles like he was memorizing the lines on my skin.

My eyes shifted to the driver’s seat when the driver asked, “Sir, where to?”

Ethan looked at me. That look again. Like he wanted me to say something. Like he was trying to give me control.

“To Silverton Avenue. Solara Height,” I replied with a calm voice, sitting upright and poising my shoulders like I belonged to that kind of place.

The driver nodded once and started the engine.

Inside me, my stomach twisted. That wasn’t my house. I had never even been there. It was part of the plan. Marcus Gerry, the man who had set this up, told me the apartment would be ready in two days. We had expected I’d get Ethan’s attention in a week, maybe two. But things moved too fast. Faster than we planned.

Now I was driving to a house I didn’t even know the scent of.

But I couldn’t let that show.

I stared out the tinted window. My reflection looked back at me. My lipstick was smudged from the kiss earlier. My eyes still held that charm Marcus said I should always wear. My hair was still in place, but my heart was racing.

A soft touch brought me back.

Ethan was caressing my palm again, bringing me out of my thoughts, my heart beat in a different rhythm. I looked at him. “I’m serious, Norah,” he said.

I blinked. “Serious of what, Ethan?” I asked, even though I had an idea.

He gave me a small smile. The kind that would melt most girls. “I’m serious about the proposal in the event hall, my hall.”

Oh. That.

I had almost forgotten about it. Everything that happened had been so fast. Too fast. But I kept my smile. My lips trembled just a bit. I made my eyes well up with a small tear. Pretending pain. Pretending to be touched.

“You just knew me today, Ethan,” I whispered.

Ethan nodded, his thumb still rubbing against my hand like he was trying to comfort me. “I know, but you captivated me. There’s something about you, princess. I don’t know what it is, but I like it. We connected in a way I can't leave you easily.”

Like father, like son. I thought to myself. Players in suits. With words like sugar and hearts like stone.

“Oh… that’s nice, Ethan,” I said, smiling faintly.

The car slowed down and I looked out the window. We had arrived.

Solara Heights stood tall like it belonged to a different world. Lights were glowing from the upper floors. The lobby entrance was marble. Expensive cars were parked like ornaments at the side. My breath caught for a second.

This was too real.

“We’re here, my love,” Ethan said with a smile.

I nodded slowly and reached for the door. My hand touched the handle, but before I could push it open, Ethan stopped me gently.

“I will do that, princess… I will take you to your apartment.”