Chapter 209

"Just wanted you to see clearly, so Dr. Laurent can't play dumb again."

Vivian's breath hitched.

"Ethan Roscente!" She lashed out with her foot.

Ethan anticipated the move, catching her slender ankle in his large hand.

The heat of his palm seared through her skin. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Let go!" Her ears burned crimson.

His bare torso loomed inches away, every muscle defined. Vivian averted her gaze but stole another glance.

He released her foot, only to trail his fingers along her flushed cheek.

"You touched my face with the same hand that held my foot!" She bristled.

"You're blushing." His voice turned gravelly.

Her fair skin bloomed pink like dawn-kissed roses. Those usually cunning eyes now glistened, begging to be teased.

Ethan's gaze darkened.

"I'm not—mmph!"

His hand cradled the back of her head as he crushed his lips against hers.

Vivian's eyes flew wide.

His scent overwhelmed her. The invasion of his tongue was untamed yet relentless.

Her pulse thundered.

Ethan's grip on her waist threatened to fuse their bodies together—until she shoved him away.

Slap!

Her palm struck his chiseled face.

He didn't flinch. The red mark bloomed across his cheekbone.

"My apologies." His voice roughened. "Couldn't resist."

Three years of marriage had remained chaste. Yet now, divorced, an insatiable hunger for her consumed him.

"Looking to die?" Vivian clenched her fists.

Ethan smirked. "Want to return the favor?"

Trembling with rage, she glared.

The man had a death wish.