Drugged His Partner to Claim Me - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Ethan tugged at his tie with restless fingers, his smoldering gaze tracing every curve of my body. "What's the matter, sis?" His voice dripped with dark amusement.
I'd dressed for comfort at home—just a flimsy lace dress that might as well have been painted on. The white fabric turned practically see-through under the harsh lighting, leaving little to the imagination.
"Damn, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his hungry stare lingering where it shouldn't.
He hadn't laid a finger on me yet, but I could already feel phantom hands roaming everywhere.
That predatory look sent shivers down my spine. I instinctively stepped back.
"Thanks for dragging my husband home," I snapped. "Now get out."
Ethan didn't even blink. Quick as a snake, he seized my wrist. "Just one touch. Sixty seconds—that's all I need."
"Let go!" I twisted in his grip, but he yanked me flush against him.
"Get the hell out or I'm calling 911!" My threat came out in a furious whisper.
His fingers dug in harder. With his free hand, he traced burning paths over my body through the sheer material.
Lightning shot through my veins.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Damn my traitorous body—always so damn responsive. A helpless whimper escaped before I could stop it.
"Ethan... please don't..."
My weak protest only egged him on. His touch turned rougher, more demanding.
"Like that, don't you?" His dark chuckle sent heat pooling between my thighs. Before I could react, his hand slipped beneath my dress.
I arched against him. Willpower evaporated. Pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves, drowning every rational thought.
Shame and desire waged war inside me. Those devilish fingers knew exactly how to play me, pushing me toward the brink until coherent thought was impossible.
Ethan's belt buckle clinked in the heavy silence.
"No!" I bucked wildly, nails scraping at his arms.
"Shhh, little sister," he mocked, breath hot against my ear. "You'll wake sleeping beauty."
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.
This was beyond wrong. My husband lay unconscious in the next room while I—
Ethan smirked at my hesitation. His iron grip pinned my thighs. "Behave. I'll make it good for you."
'I'm so sorry, baby,' I thought desperately toward the bedroom where my husband slept.
Then the world exploded into white-hot ecstasy.
When the haze cleared, all that remained was the wrecked couch and my shattered conscience. The weight of what we'd done crushed me like a physical blow.
I'd dressed for comfort at home—just a flimsy lace dress that might as well have been painted on. The white fabric turned practically see-through under the harsh lighting, leaving little to the imagination.
"Damn, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his hungry stare lingering where it shouldn't.
He hadn't laid a finger on me yet, but I could already feel phantom hands roaming everywhere.
That predatory look sent shivers down my spine. I instinctively stepped back.
"Thanks for dragging my husband home," I snapped. "Now get out."
Ethan didn't even blink. Quick as a snake, he seized my wrist. "Just one touch. Sixty seconds—that's all I need."
"Let go!" I twisted in his grip, but he yanked me flush against him.
"Get the hell out or I'm calling 911!" My threat came out in a furious whisper.
His fingers dug in harder. With his free hand, he traced burning paths over my body through the sheer material.
Lightning shot through my veins.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Damn my traitorous body—always so damn responsive. A helpless whimper escaped before I could stop it.
"Ethan... please don't..."
My weak protest only egged him on. His touch turned rougher, more demanding.
"Like that, don't you?" His dark chuckle sent heat pooling between my thighs. Before I could react, his hand slipped beneath my dress.
I arched against him. Willpower evaporated. Pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves, drowning every rational thought.
Shame and desire waged war inside me. Those devilish fingers knew exactly how to play me, pushing me toward the brink until coherent thought was impossible.
Ethan's belt buckle clinked in the heavy silence.
"No!" I bucked wildly, nails scraping at his arms.
"Shhh, little sister," he mocked, breath hot against my ear. "You'll wake sleeping beauty."
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.
This was beyond wrong. My husband lay unconscious in the next room while I—
Ethan smirked at my hesitation. His iron grip pinned my thighs. "Behave. I'll make it good for you."
'I'm so sorry, baby,' I thought desperately toward the bedroom where my husband slept.
Then the world exploded into white-hot ecstasy.
When the haze cleared, all that remained was the wrecked couch and my shattered conscience. The weight of what we'd done crushed me like a physical blow.
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