Aleena
A twisted, broken part of me had been waiting for this all night.
But now when his hand stopped my door and those blue eyes met mine, the anger that had been simmering beneath my skin for two years finally boiled over.
“Get the fuck out.”
The words tore from my throat like a weapon.
I shoved against the door, trying to close it in his face, but he was stronger.
He pushed through, stepping into my room like he owned it, like he owned me, and the audacity of it made my vision go red.
“Ethan, I swear to God…”
“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” His voice was low and rough, barely contained.
He kicked the door shut behind him, and the sound of it clicking into place sent a shiver down my spine.
“Did you think I could watch you parade around in that fucking dress all night and just let you walk away?”
I laughed, bitter and sharp.
“Parade?
You think I did that for you?
You arrogant son of a bitch.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He stepped closer, and I stepped back, my spine hitting the edge of my dresser.
“You knew exactly what you were doing tonight.
Every glance.
Every time you let your eyes linger.
Every time you brushed past me just close enough for me to smell your perfume.”
“Fuck you.” My hands shot out, shoving against his chest.
He barely moved.
“You don’t get to come in here and act like you have any claim on me.
You left me.
You left me in that room two years ago and you never looked back.”
His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath the skin.
“Aleena…”
“No.” I shoved him again, harder this time.
“Get the fuck out of my room.
Get out of my life.
I don’t want to see your face.
I don’t want to hear your voice.
I’ve spent two years trying to forget you existed, and I was doing a pretty fucking good job until you showed up here with…”
“With what?” He caught my wrists, pinning them against the dresser behind me.
His body pressed into mine, caging me in, and I hated how my breath caught in my throat.
“With your mother?
Is that what you were going to say?
You think I want to be with her?”
“I don’t give a shit what you want.” I twisted against his grip, but he held me fast.
“You made your choice.
You chose to walk away.
You chose to leave me naked and alone in that room like I was nothing.
Like everything we’d done meant nothing.”
“Aleena.” His voice cracked on my name.
“You have no idea what I went through.
What I still go through every time I look at you.”
“Then explain it!” I screamed the words, my voice breaking.
“Explain why you left me.
Explain why you’ve been ignoring me for two fucking years.
Explain why you’re engaged to my mother when you’re standing here in my bedroom with your hands on me like you have any goddamn right!”
His eyes darkened, something wild and desperate flickering in their depths.
“I can’t explain it.
I don’t have fucking words for what you do to me.”
“Then you have nothing to say to me.”
“The dress.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“That black dress you wore tonight.
Tell me you didn’t choose it for me.
Tell me you didn’t stand in front of your mirror and think about what it would do to me.”
My throat constricted.
“That’s not…”
“Tell me.” He leaned closer, his mouth hovering inches from mine.
“Tell me you didn’t want me to see you in it.
Tell me you didn’t want me to lose my fucking mind watching you walk around looking like that.
Tell me, Aleena, and I’ll walk out that door right now.”
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t form the words.
Because he was right.
“Fuck you,” I whispered, but there was no venom in it anymore.
Just desperation.
Just the aching, hollow want that had been eating me alive for two years.
His mouth crashed into mine.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was a punishment.
It was teeth and tongue and the raw, brutal collision of two years of silence and rage and desperate, consuming need.
His hands released my wrists and grabbed my hips instead, yanking me against him so hard I felt the evidence of his arousal pressing into my stomach.
“Fuck,” I gasped against his mouth.
“Fuck you, Ethan.
You don’t get to…”
“Shut up.” He bit my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and I moaned.
“Shut the fuck up and let me have this.
Let me have you.
Just for one fucking night.”
“I hate you.” The words came out broken, shattered.
“I hate you so fucking much.”
“I know.” His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
“I hate myself too.
I hate myself for wanting you like this.
I hate myself for not being able to stay away.
Do you have any idea what it does to me?
Watching you every day, knowing I can’t have you, knowing I destroyed any chance I had?”
“You did destroy it.” I fisted my hands in his hair, yanking his head back so I could look into his eyes.
“You burned it to the ground.
Every moment we ever had, you set on fire and walked away.”
“Then why are you still here?” His voice was rough, broken.
“Why did you open the door?”
“Because I’m just as fucking broken as you are.”
His mouth found mine again, and this time there was less anger and more desperation.
His hands roamed my body, gripping my hips, my waist, my breasts through the fabric of my dress.
I tore at his clothes with equal urgency, needing to feel his skin against mine, needing to remind myself that he was real, that this was real, that I wasn’t dreaming.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my neck.
“Do you know what you did to me tonight?
Watching you walk around in that dress, watching other men stare at you, watching Liam look at you like he wanted to eat you alive, I wanted to fucking kill him.”
“Liam?” I laughed, but it came out as a breathless moan.
“You’re jealous of Liam?”
“I’m jealous of every man who’s ever looked at you.” His hands found the zipper of my dress and yanked it down.
“I’m jealous of the air you breathe because it gets to touch your skin.”
“Fuck, Ethan.”
“I’m insane for you.” The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but black lace.
His eyes raked over my body, dark and hungry.
“I’ve been fucking insane for you since the first moment I saw you.
And it’s destroying me.
You’re destroying me.”
“Good.” I reached for his belt, my fingers working the leather with frantic efficiency.
“Suffer.
Suffer the way I’ve suffered.”
He stripped off his clothes with clumsy, desperate movements, his hands shaking.
When he was naked before me, all lean muscle and hard planes and the evidence of his desire standing thick and ready, I felt my mouth water.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice rough.
“Make me.”
His eyes flared.
He grabbed me by the waist and spun me around, bending me over the dresser.
My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, wild eyes.
Behind me, Ethan’s gaze met mine in the glass.
“You want to be difficult?” His hand came down on my ass, hard enough to sting.
“Fine.
I’ll take what I want anyway.”
“Fucking do it, you coward.
Prove that you actually fucking want this.
Prove that I’m not just some…”
He shoved my panties aside and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.
I screamed.
The sound tore from my throat, loud and raw, echoing off the walls.
He was so thick, so deep, filling me completely, and I could feel every fucking inch of him.
“That’s it.” His voice was a low growl in my ear.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?
You wanted me to take you like this.
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To feel me.”
“Fuck.” I couldn’t form words.
Could barely breathe.
He was already moving, pulling out and slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that made the dresser shake.
“Look at yourself.” His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so I couldn’t look away from the mirror.
“Look at what I do to you.
Look at how wet you are for me.
How fucking desperate.”
I watched myself fall apart.
Watched my lips part on a moan.
Watched my breasts bounce with each brutal thrust.
Watched the man I hated and loved and hated again take me apart piece by piece.
“Ethan.” His name was a sob on my lips.
“Ethan, please….”
“Please what?” He drove deeper, harder.
“Please don’t stop?
Please keep fucking you until you can’t remember your own goddamn name?”
“Please don’t leave me again.” The words came out before I could stop them, ugly and raw and desperate.
“Please don’t fucking leave me again.”
He stopped moving.
For one agonizing moment, everything froze.
Then he pulled out and turned me around, lifting me onto the dresser and spreading my legs wide.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was thick, choked with emotion.
“I’m not leaving you again, Aleena.
I can’t.
I physically can’t stay away from you anymore.”
“Liar.” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
“You’re a liar.
You’ll leave.
You’ll always leave.”
His fingers found my clit, stroking in slow circles that made me gasp.
“I’m not leaving.
I don’t give a fuck about your mother.
I don’t give a fuck about appearances.
I don’t give a fuck about any of it.
You’re the only thing that matters.
You’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.”
“Then why…”
“I was trying to protect you.” He pushed inside me again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“I was a fucking idiot.
I thought if I stayed away, you’d be safe.
From me.
From everything I am.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m done being a coward.” He thrust deep, grinding against my clit with each movement.
“I’m done pretending I don’t want you.
I’m done pretending I can live without you.
You’re going to destroy me, Aleena.
You’re going to burn my life to the ground.
And I don’t give a single fuck.”
The orgasm built low in my belly, coiling tighter with every stroke.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more, needing everything.
“Come for me.” His lips brushed my ear.
“Come for me, sweetheart.
Let go.
I’ve got you.”
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like a fucking hurricane, tearing screams from my throat that I couldn’t control.
My body convulsed around him, milking his cock, and I felt him follow me over the edge with a guttural roar that seemed to shake the room.
My body hummed with the aftermath of what we’d done, I felt the selfishness consuming me.
The desperate, clawing need to keep him, to possess him, to never let him go.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.
And even as I held him, I knew the truth.
I was going to keep him.
Whatever it took.
Whatever it cost.
Even if it destroyed us both.