Chapter 450
Vivian Laurent teetered on the edge of climax.
The pleasure came to an abrupt halt.
Emptiness flooded her senses instantly.
"Are you even capable?" She grabbed Ethan Roscente's collar, her eyes red-rimmed.
Those words ignited something primal in Ethan.
His hands tightened around Vivian's waist as he drove into her with renewed force.
Years of gym training had sculpted Ethan's eight-pack abs to perfection.
Every muscle now strained with tension.
The bedroom temperature soared.
It would be a long night.
......
Morning light filtered through the curtains.
Vivian winced.
Her body ached as if she'd been run over.
Her fingers twitched involuntarily.
They brushed against warm, firm skin.
Vivian's eyes flew open.
Ethan's bare chest filled her vision.
Her palm lay flat against his heartbeat.
Further up, his chiseled features looked peaceful in sleep.
His arm remained locked around her waist.
The worst part?
They were both completely naked beneath the sheets.
"Ah!"
Vivian kicked out violently.
Ethan crashed onto the hardwood floor.
He'd barely slept two hours.
Now he stood naked in the morning light.
Every muscle stood out in sharp relief.
Including one very prominent part.
Vivian averted her gaze, ears burning.
"Ethan Roscente! You're dead!"
Her threat lacked conviction.
Ethan rubbed his lower back.
"You were the one who initiated last night."
He made no attempt to cover himself.
"Put some clothes on!"
Vivian clutched the sheets tighter.
"You ripped them."
Ethan pointed to the shredded fabric on the floor.