Page 64 of Pretty Cruel Love

“Fuck you, Ethan.” Her voice sharpens. “Don’t you dare ‘Miss Pretty’ me. Don’t you ever?—”

“What?” I pin her against the glass. “Don’t I everwhat?”

Her lips part, but no sound escapes.

“Say it,” I murmur. “Don’t I ever what?”

She swallows. Her voice is barely audible.

“What do you want me to do?” I press closer. “Fuck you in front of everyone? Let them watch while I bend you over the boardroom table?”

Her breath catches.

“A part of me thinks you’d love that,” I whisper. “But we can’t.”

“Ever?”

“Go back to your side of the cabin.”

“After you kiss me.” Her voice is soft. Barely a plea. “Just once.”

I shouldn't.

But I do.

I cup her face and kiss her hard, backing her into the wall. Her mouth opens for me instantly, her tongue teasing mine, demanding more. I kiss her until she’s breathless—until I’m out of reasons not to.

By the time I pull away, my hands are already under her shorts. I push her panties to the side and slide two fingers across her slick heat.

She’s ready. Wet. Trembling.

I flip her around to face the mirror, press her hands flat against the glass, and enter her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other muffling her mouth.

Fuck.

She takes all of me—tight, hot, perfect.

Our eyes lock in the reflection. Wild. Desperate. Out of control.

She bites my fingers. Tears streak down her cheeks as she falls apart around me.

And watching her like this—bare, beautiful, breaking—only makes me want her more.

This won’t be the last time. It can’t be.

When it’s over, I slide out of her and fix her panties back into place. She leans against the glass, shaking.

I grab sweatpants and a T-shirt from the closet. She watches me silently as I dress.

At the door, I crack it open and scan for Robin and Sheldon.

Gone.

“Did the robot catch you coming over here?” I ask.

“No. I followed the instructions you left… on the coffee packet.”

I smirk. “Didn’t think you’d actually go for it.”

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