Page 55 of Unfolding Ethan

Ethan's eyes flared. “I don't care. I already apologized and you called me weak and asswipe within a minute. I have been wounded. I don't think my mind or my heart can process that much hurt.” He blabbered, clutching his hand on his heart.

The audacity of this guy to look cute when I was mad at him.

While I was busy trying not to laugh, Ethan took away my books and pen, keeping them on the nightstand. “Take that back, Kiara,” he hovered above me, “or I might die.”

God, he's so extra.

“I think you deserve that for the stunt you pulled.”

“Then you deserve this, too.”

“Ethan, no! You son of a—nonono!”

He started tickling me. His one palm held both of my wrists above me so I couldn't do much except flail my legs, which were of no use because he was straddling my hips, his fingers moving over my sides.

Ethan leaned closer, his feathery soft hair brushing my skin. “Two beautiful women, Kiara. I am inseminated through AI, remember?”

I was crying from laughter, but he didn't stop. “I . . . I, uh,swearI'll kill you.”

His smirk widened. “Say you forgive me and I'll let you go.”

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “Never.”

He stopped and I opened my eyes.Did he listen to me? But he'd never unless he has a better idea.

“Ethan. . .” I breathed, looking at his hooded eyes, the pupils dilating when he gazed at me.

I gulped nervously, tugging my hand, but he didn't let go. “Ethan, what are you doing?”

His lips curled when he kissed the corner of my mouth and purred in my ear, “I know how to make you cream—whoopsie, I meant toscreaman apology for calling me an asswipe and weak.”

Uh-oh.

I snapped, “Maybe because youareweak and an asswipe!”

Ethan nuzzled his face in my neck, taking a deep breath, and I shuddered, feeling the warm puff of air. My heartbeat increased and my core throbbed painfully for his touch.

My pussy is a traitorous bitch when it comes to Ethan.

“You're going to pay for that, Bella,” he whispered kissing my neck, biting the soft skin and eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

I breathed heavily and joked, “I don't have a debit card, Ethan.”

He chuckled, the laugh rolling throatily and vibrating over me as I shivered underneath him. He pulled away with a gorgeous grin tugging his lips. “You'resorandom and weird.”

I winked at him in reply. Humor turned into feral lust as he lowered his hand, gauging my reaction when he cupped my throbbing sex through the shorts and squeezed, making me gasp.

“This will do for now,” he whispered, licking his lips.

For now?Okay, dicker boy. I am game.

I bit my lip, wanting to say something, when millions of emotions turmoiled into a storm in my head. But nothing came out. “Ethan, my hands,” I said.

I didn't ask. Because I was curious to know what he would do.

His mismatched dark eyes trailed up my arms and he smiled. “They're pretty and—”

I shot him a look, so he paused and kissed me on my lips. I kissed back, hungrily and desperately wanting to touch him. But he wouldn't budge, so I bit his lip, knowing well enough that I shouldn’t have done that.

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