Novel & Cerita Passion Ethan And Theresa

“That was—” “Insane,” I finished for her with a smirk on my face. “You liked it—don’t lie.” “Yeah,” she admitted, glancing at Ethan, then back to me. “But—what now?” “Fuck if I know,” I said, placing my hand possessively on her thigh. “Tara—I still love you,” Ethan began as his eyes darted between us with raw desperation. “I—I can do this—whatever this is.” “Shut up,” I snapped pulling Tara closer to me. “She’s mine—you’re just here.”

He responded with warmth in his tone. Sebastian held on to the door for support as Ethan's response stunned him. “B… But, Sir,” he mumbled stammeringly. “Aren’t you getting a divorce? And Sherah had already left and Miss Hawke…” He paused then clasped his hands, “Isn’t she the one you really love? The perfect partner for you? Refined, meek, Ivy League graduate, not just some unsophisticated woman from the hood.” —Then Ethan finally saw it.

“You're not allowed to leave and that is final. If you dare bring this up and disrespect me again, be prepared to take it up with your father.” With that, she turned and walked off. Groaning, Ethan sunk into the couch while rubbing his forehead, obvious signs of fatigue from the eye bags below his eyes. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. I felt bad for him so I decided against a nap and took a seat beside him. “What's it like?” I found myself asking. His eyes fluttered open, and an eyebrow arched at me, obviously confused about my choice of words. “Finding love. Finding your mate. What does it feel like?”

she gasped. Valerius leaned down, his lips finding Livia’s full ones, capturing her tongue in a passionate kiss. Yet, amidst the ecstasy, the only image that lingered in his mind was Ethan Caelan—his phoenix-like eyes glistening, his skin smooth as silk—filling Valerius with an overwhelming desire to possess him. "Ethan, you must be mine," he silently vowed.

Feigning anger, I would kick at him and retort, "So what? Does taming me give you some kind of thrill?" Looking at me, he replied in a deep voice, "It's not about taming you, Lana. You belong to yourself. No one can take away your thoughts, not even me." I knew Ethan was the kind of man people adored. What I had not expected was how easily he could read my heart, pulling me deeper until I was beyond saving. I found out about Tara through a photo taken during Ethan's school days. He was in his uniform, holding a beautiful and delicate girl in his arms.

Out on the patio, Seth and Ethan were standing there, her conversation almost inaudible. Thea arched her brows, what are they talking about so quietly? Something felt wrong. Curious, Thea walked closer to the door, her eyes scanning the duo in silence. Ethan looked distressed. He seemed to be pleading with Seth, his hands open in a helpless gesture. Seth had his arms tucked in his pockets, cold eyes glaring down at Ethan. Thea’s heart sank. She knew that look. Whatever it was, it's not good. “You had one job and you let a nobody lay his hands on my wife?”

I didn’t know what this meant but I didn’t want to stay watching if they left with them … if they kissed or worse. I didn’t want to be rejected, no one obviously does. A part of me was happy that they were my mates. I didn’t care if they were my step brothers, they were mine. I let out a loud growl, my anger clouding me as Victoria looked at me. ‘This ones feral, let’s go baby,’ she taunted, her hands running down his chiselled chest to the band of his jeans. ‘Yeah, come on Ethan … this is boring she got her wolf big whoop let’s go have some really fun!’ Isabella called tugging on Ethan’s hand. He looked torn which hurt more than anything, was he really considering going with her.

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

"The tracking logs show the stepmother has initialized a parallel alignment with her logistics team. They are combining their share blocks to execute a physical counter-strike at the upcoming winter social assembly. The contract parameters are dead... and the real trial is about to initialize." Ethan’s jaw set into a hard, disciplined line, his gray eyes flashing with a primal, dark devotion that left zero space between their perimeters. His hand slowly shifted from her waist, his long fingers rising to cup the side of her neck, his thumb pressing into the soft skin just beneath her jaw with a rough pressure that left her entirely breathless. "Then let the trial initialize, Miss Elena," Etha

Louise was scared, but she didn't dare to refuse Gerrard's orders. "You stupid bitch! You can't satisfy me, you slut!" Gerrard yelled, while continuing to vent his lust. Louise cried, but she remained silent, not daring to fight back. She knew Gerrard could be very brutal if she didn't obey his wishes. So, all Louise could do was accept what Gerrard did to her. She would get a reward from Gerrard, that was for sure. So, she had nothing to lose. On the other hand, Ethan, who was cultivating, suddenly sensed a strong negative energy. He opened his eyes. He had seen Gerrard and Louise while meditating.