Dawn POV
The air in the car is cold and hot at the same time. Tension hung thick in the air and I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around myself.
Okay, this is not so good. I remember asking for his permission before I talked to Brent. But, why is this long face?
“Ethan…”
Ethan cast me a short glare, cutting me from making any reasonable sentence.
His face was pulled up in a frown, and he fisted his hand around the wheel.
I can see him gritting his teeth and barring them at Brent. Perhaps, he even imagines that wheel as my innocent Brent.
I rested back on the seat, mentally deciding to keep quiet and keep my calm.
After all, I’m not sure why he’s looking like an angry volcano about to burst.
The drive to the mansion was kind of short… Short and tense.
As soon as he pulled up, Ethan hopped down from the car and angrily walked in.
Okay! Wait… Of course, Ethan was acting all sweet, corny, and cheesy all through yesterday and today, but did he just go inside now without opening the car door for me?
Ugh! I scoffed, mentally cursing him loudly.
Is he jealous? Jealous because of my innocent Brent.
A faint smile slowly crept onto my lips.
Gosh! Can someone tell Ethan to stop acting like a child? For fuck sake, he doesn’t even know how I am related to Brent.
I hopped down from the car and made my way in.
“Welcome, young Miss.” Cliff greeted. “Is there anything wrong with Master?”
“What do you mean?” I creased my brows.
“He looked angry,” Cliff sighed. “He looked as though he could murder someone who dares step on his toes mistakenly.”
Right! He’d even murder anyone who dare call his name.
I can imagine his face, the frown, and how he grumbles past innocent Cliff just because he’s jealous of my innocent Brent.
“What happened outside?” Cliff inquired further, curiosity latched on his face. “Perhaps someone got him mad.”
I’m the one who got him mad.
“It’s fine,” I smiled. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Oh…” Cliff mumbled. “Be careful then. He’s not the best when he’s mad.”
I gave Cliff a few nods then flashed him a warm smile.
Of course, I have seen this side of him, and it’s no surprise that Cliff warned me.
Taking two steps at a time, I slowly opened the room door and snuck my head in.
I danced my eyes through the room before they settled on the man sitting before the mini bar in his room.
I let out a short gasp when my eyes landed on his fisted hands. Anger clearly written on his face, and his teeth gritted together
Okay. He might as well tell me why he looks so murderous and dangerous right now.
Taking a deep long breath, I entered the room fully and closed the door behind me.
Perhaps, maybe I should not have locked myself in this room with him.
“Ethan…” I called meekly.
Ethan snapped his gaze at me and I let out a short yelp. Oh! Spare me! But that’s not the adorable teal eyes that I’m familiar with.
“Who is he?” He demanded, his high demeanour sending me reeling back in fear.
“Who…?” I stuttered. “My… My innocent Brent?”
“My. Innocent. Brent?” Ethan huffed, punctuating his every word.
Alright, maybe I should have stayed away from him as Cliff had advised.
What was I thinking? Locking myself in with this man when I’m he’s this angry.
Ethan stood on his feet. He took an intimidating stride toward me and I cowardly stepped back.
His stance was cold and intimidating, and the aura he emitted seemed dangerous.
“Your innocent Brent you say!” He spat again.
He took another step and I cowardly stepped back again.
But damn! I let out a low cuss and an angry hiss as my back hit the wall.
Did I just get trapped between this wall and the angry Ethan?
“You.. what are you doing?”
Ethan edged closer. He placed both his palm against the wall and leaned closer. His angry musk breath fanned my heart.
Goddamned it! Is it just my imagination or does Ethan look pretty much sexy with that angry look?
And wait, why am I just noticing this?
“You!”
I was brought out from my wild fantasy by a deep cold voice, and flying my head up, my eyes met with his cold gaze.
“I asked who the hell. He. Is.?”
Ah. Brent.
“My brother.”
“What?” Ethan creased his brows.
Now he looked surprised rather than the sexy angry look on his face earlier. “Your brother?”
“Well,” I bit my lower lip, looking anywhere but at the tempting red full lips before me.
Fuck! I’m having difficulty controlling it, not when he’s right before me, his masculine scent lingering on my nose.
“He’s kind of like my brother. He’s my brother’s best friend and a family friend.” I mumbled.
Ethan blinked his eyes rapidly, his lips partly gaped as though trying to comprehend whatever I’d said.
“Why…?” He almost snapped. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“You didn’t ask me,” I shrugged.
“Didn’t ask you? ” He scoffed.
Ethan ran a hand through his hair and let out a heavy sigh.
Hey! And what’s going on again? Have I said something wrong again?
“You…” Ethan hissed, glaring at me. “Don’t you think you have to be punished for this?”
Punishment? I ran a tongue over my lips. Why does the idea of getting punished sound so good?
“I did nothing wrong?” I grinned.
“And I’m telling you that I want you now.”
Ethan pulled me closer and slammed his lips against mine. His kiss was bruising, demanding, and rough.
I tried to keep up with the pace as Ethan shoved his tongue into my mouth, but who am I kidding? It seems as though he’s punishing me.
He grabbed my ass, fondling and spanking them as though his life depends on it.
A loud moan escaped my lips when Ethan grabbed my left boob under the dress.
Okay. Is that his punishment? I wonder how he’s gonna punish me this time.
Pulling away from the kiss, Ethan stripped down my clothes before I could even get the chance to even my breath.
“Ethan!” I hissed with a glare.
I love that cloth, and even if I don’t, that clothes cost a million dollars.
“What…?” Ethan let out a flirtatious sickening grin as his eyes roamed my now fully exposed boobs.
I shyly looked away, subconsciously covering my chest.
“No,” he hissed. Ethan slapped my hand away and pulled me closer again.
He leaned to place a sloppy kiss on my neck, down between my boobs. His hand groped my thigh and I let out a loud moan.
“You want to get punished?” Ethan whispered, his fingers going in between my legs. He placed his hand on the tiny fabric covering my opening and I sucked in a harsh breath.
My head threw back, my eyes slightly closed and my lips parted widely.
Shifting my pants away with his fingers, Ethan played with my l****a and I let out another moan.
Goddamned it! He’s not planning to tease me like the other time, is he?
“Ethan…” I breathed out. “Wh… what are you… doing?”
Ethan chuckled, a dark smirk on his lips as he placed a quick kiss on my lips.
“Beg me to punish you, kitten.” He whispered. He inserted his one finger into my opening and brought it out again. “Tell me how much you want me to punish you.”
Again, he shoved his finger inside me.
I let out an angry moan. My insides burn with desire, and my opening throb and crave his touch.
“You don’t want to?” Ethan pouted finally pulling away.
He shoved his finger that was covered in my juice into his mouth, seductively and flirtatiously licking it.
“Tell me….”
“I want you…” I breathed out. My gaze leveled with his.
He won, didn’t he?
“To punish me however you want.”
“And so be it, kitten.”