Leila Voss' POV,
Fuck. Ethan is kissing me.
And he's not doing it in a slow, gentle way.
His lips are literally latching onto mine, covering my whole mouth as he licks the seam between them like he wants to devour them.
"Let me in," he murmurs against them.
I shake my head immediately, a shiver going through me. "No - "
I'm momentarily cut off when he shoves his tongue into my mouth and presses his bare chest against mine like he wants to push me into the wall, his tongue meeting every corner and crevice of my mouth.
"Fuck," he murmurs hoarsely, pulling away to look at my swollen lips. "Fu - "
He doesn't finish before I smack him right on the face, the sound resounding in the kitchen as his head snaps sideways.
"Are you out of your mind?" I almost scream, something hot coursing through my veins. "I'm your best friend's fiancé, for fuck's sake!"
"Valid reaction," he says, meeting my gaze before clenching his jaw. "But so what if you're Julian's fiancé?"
I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, and my eyes widen.
"So what?" He repeats, stepping even closer. "You fucking want me and I do the same. You can't pretend not to feel the tension between us."
Oh? So he feels it too?
"There's no tension," I say, denial obvious in my voice. "This is absurd. You - we just betrayed him."
His eyes flash with something that looks like anger, but it's gone too soon, and he grips my jaw hard. "You fucking want me, Leila, and it's obvious in your eyes," he grinds out. "Do you think I don't see it? Do you think I don't see the way you stiffen every time I'm near you? You think I didn't notice how you looked at me throughout the night? Like you wanted me to claim you?"
"You're delusional," I say, pushing him off. "I don't want you, and I never will. Julian is the man I - "
"Say that again, and I swear he won't see the light of tomorrow," he cuts me off, pressing me against the wall. "You don't love him. Admit it."
I open my mouth to speak, but his hand closes around my throat, and he holds my gaze before adding.
"I know you're not marrying Julian because you love him, but because your father is making you do it."
The blood drains from my face, and I look away from him for a brief moment, pursing my lips into a thin line.
"I know everything, Leila," he says, his breath fanning my cheeks. "Every single thing."
I'm so tempted to push him away and deny what he's saying, but how can I, when it's true?
I never really loved Julian. Our fathers have been friends all their lives, and thought it was a good idea to have us married. And because I couldn't say no to father, I agreed, hoping that at least, I can try to make the best out of it.
And now, Julian's best friend knows.
"How long would you have remained married to him before you'd eventually leave?" He asks, his voice low now. "Hmm. Tell me?"
"It doesn't matter," I meet his gaze, hating how alive I feel underneath it. "It's not like I love you either."
"Well, at least, you want me."
I glare at him. "I don't."
"Oh?" He arches a brow, the corner of his lips tilting into a smirk. "And if we check underneath your panties? I hope I'll be finding your pussy dry."
Heat blooms between my legs at his words, and I try to shift, but he presses me against the wall.
Then, he bucks his hips towards me, his cock nudging my clothed belly through his pants.
"Well, at least I'm not a coward like you," he rasps, pressing his hard-on further. "I fucking want you, and I'm not hiding it. I've been wanting you for too long to even care about anything."
"Ethan - " I begin, my own voice croaked. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. It's not appropriate."
"Who says I want appropriate?" He thrusts his hips again. "I fucking need you out of my system. I'd have never imagined we'd be alone together."
"Ethan - "
"Say you don't want me," his other hand reaches behind me and grabs my ass before pressing me against him. "Say you don't want me, and I promise I'll let you be."
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
Because I don't think I can lie any more. I want this man with everything in me no matter how much I try to deny it, and a proof of that is the wetness pooling between my legs.
Lord. Please forgive me.
"You don't have the confidence to deny me now again?" He asks, his voice taunting. "Well, okay then, I should let you do."
His face says otherwise, but just as he's about to pull away, I grab the waistband of his pants and pull him closer before pressing my lips against his this time.
And did I mention how good it feels?
Ethan groans when I squeeze his cock through his pants, feeling how huge it is as I slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with almost the same ferocity he used earlier.
As if sensing that it doesn't catch up to his, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing as both fight for who does it better.
Fuck. I can't believe this.
I can't believe I'm finally going to do this with Ethan Callahan.
He pulls away just in time to suck on my collarbone, my throat, and the skin at the back of my neck, groaning as he does while little, needy moans escape my lips.
"See what you do to me," he groans, nipping at my skin while my own hands run over his chest, enjoying the feel of him. "I can't wait to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk."
"Ethan - "
He pulls away from me and takes a step backwards, his gaze roving over my clothed body before he reaches for the waistband of his pants.
"On your knees."
