The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 75

Taught his wrist, trying to stop him. Tad rather walt

He chuckled, using his free hand to brush my hair back com my face. Always the good girl, arent you? At least in public. He leaned in to kiss my neck, his lips lit and wet against my skin. But were engaged now. Some things don’t need to wait for the wedding night.

We’d been engaged for less than two hours, but Ethans already treating the ring as a deed of ownership to my body. When I tried to stand, he pulled me back dwn, his grip surprisingly strong. He reached behind me, finding the hidden sipper of my silk blouse.

“Ethan, stop,” I said, my head clearing rapidly as adron ne began cutting through the champagne fog.

He didn’t. Instead, he pressed me back against the sofashions, his body heavy against mine. “It’s my birthday, Aria. Don’t I deserve a special gitt?” His finger worked the zipper down, exposing my back and bra clasp. “Besides, now that you’re wearing my ring, there’s no reason to keep playing hard to get.”

He unhooked my bra, and my breasts were nearly fully posed to the air. Ethan’s breathing grew heavy as he murmured, “God, Arla, you’re perfect.” His palms covered my breasts, thumbs brushing across my nipples. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

The alcohol made my limbs heavy, and I pushed weakly against his chest, but he just laughed softly, pinning my hands above my head. “Don’t be like that, Aia,” he whispered, bending to lick at my nipple. “I know you want this. You don’t have to pretend to be so untouchable anymore.”

As his mouth moved across my skin, I closed my eyes, wanting to escape the moment. In my alcohol- muddled brain, a different face flashed–gray eyes instead of blue; a more pronounced jawline; considerate

touches instead of greedy pawing. Devon.

The fantasy brought shame but also temporary escape om reality. When Ethan’s hand slid under my skirt, caressing my inner thigh, I murmured weakly, “Please don’t, not now.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re drunk,” he said breathlessly ignoring my protest. “Cheeks flushed, lips parted… like a virgin begging to be fucked.” His hand moved to my lace underwear, fingers rubbing through the thin fabric. “You should have surrendered to me ages ago, Aa. Look how wet you get for me so quickly.”

I knew my body’s response was just alcohol and friction but the shame came anyway. He pushed my skitt

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up to my waist, unzipped it, and his fingers slipped inside my underwear, roughly exploring my entrance,

“So tight, he mumbled, inserting one finger inside me Need to get you ready first. Tell me you want me,

Aria

I felt sick and humiliated, but the alcohol made effective resistance impossible. His finger moved inside

me, his thumb working against my most sensitive spot, forcing my body to respond.

‘Look at you, already ready for me,‘ he said triumphantly, unzipping his own pants.

It was then that he said the words that snapped me out of my drunken compliance: ‘Kane will never know

how amazing you are in bed. You’re mine, Aria. Always have been.”

Devon’s name was like a bucket of cold water. I suddenly saw it all clearly–I was a trophy to Ethan, a

territory to be conquered, merely to prove something to Devon Kane.

As he positioned himself to enter me, I found all of my strength, driving my knee sharply into his groin. He

doubled over in pain, and I slipped out from under him, quickly standing and fumbling to secure my bra

and blouse.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he groaned, hands covering his injured area.

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