Page 76 of A Dark Duet

Well, at least I know who is at the door. I place my bat on the bed, but I am surprised he didn’t come and knock on the door himself. Ethan is a control freak and he craves control in all situations.

When I open the door, Thomas, his personal bodyguard, greets me. “Hello Dr. Jameson. Mr. Carter is waiting in the car.”

“Hello, Thomas.”

When I reach the black Rolls Royce parked out front, Thomas opens the door and I slide into the luxury cabin of the car. The rich leather touches my exposed skin, and based on the dress I’m currently wearing, it means a lot of exposed skin. Ethan is sitting to my right in a crisp white dress shirt open at the throat, exposing his colorful tattoos coming from his chest and snaking up his neck. The sleeves of his dress shirt are also rolled up and more ink is exposed over his strong forearms hinting that Ethan Carter is not your typical businessman. He is ruthless and, my guess, works directly with the Mafia or was born in it.

“You look stunning,” he says, surprising me with his compliment.

“Thank you. You look… nice,” I say awkwardly.

He turns his body slightly in my direction and I let out a nervous breath, aware of the sound of Thomas entering the driver’s side and the light of the car turning off, basking us in darkness except for the little lights on the doors of the car.

Ethan turns on the light of the cabin and the glow illuminates his dark eyes and black hair. His jaw is sharp, clean-shaven, and he looks very handsome. The scent of his crisp and exotic cologne hits my senses from his movement.

“We are going to a fundraiser hosted by one of my companies. There will be paparazzi and reporters at the fundraiser, and they will ask you questions about us. You say nothing and let them make their own assumptions. The mystery of our relationship will give you a glimpse at what I promised you.”

He means power. My association with him and the very thought of the woman that has caught his attention after his wife’s untimely death will give me what many women secretly crave. A chance to be on the arm of the handsome billionaire businessman, Ethan Carter. If people only knew he was a control freak and if my assumptions are correct, a Mafia king. What I have learned being around Ethan is that Jaden and Nate are very much part of the Mafia. What underground association they are part of, I have yet to find out, and to be honest, I don’t think I am going to like it. It does make sense how effortlessly they got rid of the Jack problem. Ethan shifts uncomfortably in the seat next to me as my thoughts ramble in my mind and I’m silent. I tilt my head to gauge his reaction and see what he expects of me.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“No. I need to ask you to do something for me before I embarrass myself at the fundraiser,” he growls.

I raise a brow, wondering what on earth could embarrass this man. He radiates wealth and power. When he palms his hard cock over his tailored dress pants, my eyes widen. His dick is painfully hard, straining against his dress pants, and he seems to be unable to calm himself.

“I’m sorry but seeing you in that dress and the scent of your skin next to me is driving me insane.”

He sends a text message on his phone and suddenly the car pulls over discreetly.

My breathing picks up in anticipation, wondering what type of pleasure he wants me to give him without ruining my dress and arriving like I was just fucked in the back seat of his Rolls. I’m sure no words I could say would make a difference anyway. I did agree to his terms and I will fulfill my part of the agreement.

Either way, I don’t belong to Jaden and haven’t belonged to him for the past three years. I don’t owe him anything and neither does he. We are over and it’s best it stays that way. I got myself into this agreement with Ethan and I will see myself through it. Besides, Ethan is not bad to look at and he has an impressive cock. He is hard and cold but gentle.

My hands grab my waist-length hair, moving all the strands to one side so I can slide my body as close to him as I possibly can in the back seat of the car. My fingers undo the buckle of his belt and unbutton his slacks. He reaches inside his boxers and the exotic scent of his cologne causes my heart to pound. I’m so nervous. He always takes what he wants from me at the club but always within our terms of course. His hard cock springs free when he releases it from the confines of his boxers. The head of his cock is angry and glistening with precum.

He gives his cock a hard stroke up and down and I watch as a beading drop of precum pools at the head, almost sliding down his shaft. My eyes find his and they are dark and full of lust. His eyes travel to the deep cut on the front of my dress and his hand slides inside to cup one of my breasts. His eyes briefly close when his fingers play with my nipple.

“I need your mouth on me, beautiful,” he rasps.

His eyes snap open when he feels my nervous fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt to not ruin it with makeup or his cum. He lets out a hiss when my fingers brush his erection and the taught skin of his stomach. The man is inked everywhere and is such a contrast against the crisp white dress shirt. The man honestly just needs to get laid already. I’m not talking about blow jobs and rubs of my pussy against his shaft. I mean a good hard fuck. What kind of man makes a sexual agreement with a woman that involves money, the cost of her tuition, and a quarter-million-dollar car and doesn’t fuck her? It is like he wants to torture himself over the loss of his wife. I get he loves her even after her death, but this is just insane. My thoughts travel to Jaden and my pussy gets wet but then another thought takes me by surprise. The mention of the ring bunnies he fucks after his fight when the media showcases his wins. How he has different women on his arm taking a picture.

My hand finds Ethan’s hard cock and his breathing picks up.

“Briana. Fuck.”

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper.

I’m going to do something crazy and break the rules. I’m going to do something crazy and fuck Ethan. No emotion. No strings. A hard, casual fuck. He needs it and frankly so do I. I’m tired of being in love with someone who doesn’t love me. I want control over my life and over my body. Men always take from me and then they cast me aside and move on. Not anymore.

Ethan digs into his pants and opens a sleek black calfskin leather wallet and produces a condom. I tear the wrapper with my teeth, and he frowns.

“Why do you need a condom?” he asks gruffly.

“Why do you need one? When was the last time you stuck your cock inside a pussy?”

I’m shocked at my filthy mouth, but my thoughts are in the current moment with Ethan. Him asking me to suck his cock because he is too aroused to go into the fundraiser. Then Jaden showing up in my mind and the fine line between love and hate for the man that I love blurred the lines in my moral compass. I’m not in love with Ethan but a quick fuck does sound good right now. The hurt from my past mixed with Jaden’s betrayal has me feeling some type of way at the moment.

“Since my wife,” he says softly.

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