Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Plan B

ELLIE

When Ethan finally set me down at the end of the short trail, I was

utterly enchanted by the little stone cottage standing before us.

Like a secluded paradise nestled in nature, the place seemed almost

magical.

“Okay… I never would have imagined there was a place like this here,”

I said, noticing the chimney on the roof.

I couldn’t tell if it was just the mist or if there was actually smoke

coming out of it.

“I’m glad you do.” He kissed my shoulder, standing behind me. “Now

let’s get inside before we freeze,” he said before walking past me

toward the entrance, carrying the bag in one hand.

“You could’ve at least let me carry that while you were carrying me,” I commented, following him. “I mean, you don’t have to try so hard.” I teased, stopping behind him and watching as he pulled a key from his

pocket to unlock the door.

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“Maybe you should worry about eating a little more,” he shot back,

looking at me after opening the door for me. “One hundred and thirty

pounds, tops. That’s what you and this bag weigh together.”

I frowned, trying to understand the point of his comment.

“Are you saying I’m too skinny?” I shrugged before stepping inside.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“If you really want to see me lifting actual weight, you can join me at

the gym when we get back home,” he suggested arrogantly, shutting

the door behind him.

But I was too busy looking around to bother rolling my eyes.

Mesmerized by the cozy charm created by the combination of stone

walls, wooden furniture, and the fireplace in the corner, the space was

both a bedroom and a living room, with a small area that seemed to

serve as a kitchen.

“I could definitely live here,” I concluded after taki

ng in more details

of the space, like the enormous, seemingly comfortable bed and the

armchair next to the fireplace.

Setting the bag on the armchair, Ethan crouched in front of the

fireplace to my right, grabbing a few logs from a basket and placing

them inside.

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Approaching the bed, I sat on the edge, watching him light the fire.

Though I understood why my body was reacting this way, I couldn’t

resist my instincts. And like any human woman, seeing him perform

such a simple yet undeniably masculine task somehow made him

even hotter, chasing away any lingering drowsiness from my body.

“Better?” he asked, straightening up after finishing.

I nodded, watching the small flames start to flicker in the fireplace.

“Are you hungry? Or do you still want to go back to sleep?” He moved

closer, stopping in front of me.

“Why? Are you going to cook for me?” I teased, my lips curving into a

smirk.

“Actually…” He spread my legs apart, stepping between them. “I have a better idea.” Gripping my thighs, he locked them around his waist,

lifting me.

“Do you? What is it?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, my gaze flicking between his tempting lips and his brown eyes, which made

me want to tear my clothes off.

Carrying me to the small kitchen area, he set me down on the narrow

wooden counter–almost too small to hold my ass.

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“I’m going to finish what you didn’t let me do last night,” he

whispered, grabbing the hem of the oversized sweatshirt I was

wearing and pulling it over my head.

“Didn’t let you, or were you just too drunk, Mr. Quickie?” I teased,

reaching for his jacket to do the same, but he stopped me, gripping

my hands.

“Fuck…” He gave me a crooked smile, which quickly disappeared. “I’m

not proud of coming so fast, but it felt fucking amazing…” His voice came out rough, thick with desire. “It’s already hard enough resisting

these hands without alcohol,” he continued, kissing my fingers before

focusing on the zipper of my jeans and pulling it down.

Swallowing hard, I felt the heat of arousal start to pulse inside me,

spreading over my skin.

“And now you’re going to do the same to me with your mouth?” I

teased, almost breathless, my control over my breathing slipping

away as he pulled my jeans down my legs.

“Go ahead, you can come fast, baby, but that doesn’t mean I’m

stopping,” he whispered, his words sending another wave of heat

through me, making my core pulse even harder.

Impatient, I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and

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gripping the collar of his jacket.

“Not even if I beg to feel you inside me?” I whispered against his lips.

A low, guttural growl escaped his throat in response. An instant later,

his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and his lips took mine

—wild and firm, setting my body on fire, making me crave more.

Losing myself in the taste of his tongue, I let him dominate mine,

sucking, guiding, wet, hot, and sensual.

His free hand slid over my stomach, past my navel, and into my

panties.

Gliding between my folds, he found my clit, making me moan against

his lips as his fingers pressed against me.

Consumed by need, I did the same, slipping a hand between our

bodies and gripping his cock over the fabric of his jeans.

“No,” he murmured, pushing my hand away. “You can have me after

I’m satisfied,” he murmured against my lips.

Then, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he pulled

them down, sliding the lace down my legs.

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“Now, be a good girl and spread for me so I can fuck you with my

tongue,” he ordered in a whisper, locking eyes with mine.

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