Chapter 145

Vivian's dazed expression made Ethan's Adam's apple bob. He clenched his fists, nails digging deep into his palms.

The metallic tang of blood spread across his tongue.

"Get out!" Ethan shoved her away violently, his voice hoarse with barely restrained fury.

Vivian staggered, catching herself on the coffee table. Her entire body burned, vision swimming with black spots.

"This is my apartment," she sneered. "You're the one who should leave."

They froze simultaneously.

Only then did Ethan notice the unnatural flush on Vivian's cheeks. He turned to leave, but a sudden grip stopped him.

Vivian fisted his shirt collar, scorching breath fanning his neck. "You think you can walk away before—"

Her words dissolved as their lips crashed together.

Every shred of restraint shattered.

......

Dawn light pierced through the curtains when Vivian woke sprawled across a bare male chest.

She went rigid.

The wrecked bedroom testified to last night's frenzy. Shredded fabric littered the floor. The air still hung heavy with musk.

"Ethan!" Vivian lunged for his throat.

He flipped her beneath him in one fluid motion. Scratches marred his tanned skin. A bloody bite mark glistened on his shoulder.

"I'll take responsibility," he rasped.

Vivian kicked hard. Ethan landed heavily on the rug but rose unfazed, reaching for his clothes.

Morning light carved every defined muscle of his torso.

"Like hell I need that!" Vivian yanked the sheets higher, ears burning crimson.

Ethan suddenly stilled, gaze locking on the bed. "Last night was your first time?"