Chapter 451

Vivian Laurent opened her eyes, her mind completely blank.

Fragments of last night's memories flashed through her mind—only the hazy intimacy of the room remained clear. She looked down at the telltale marks on her skin and flushed crimson.

"Ethan Roscente!" She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the man beside her with gritted teeth.

Ethan lazily opened his eyes, effortlessly catching the pillow with one muscular arm. A smirk played on his lips. "Trying to murder your husband, Mrs. Roscente?"

"Who's your wife?" Vivian trembled with rage. "You took advantage of me!"

In one swift motion, Ethan flipped her beneath him. His bare torso displayed well-defined muscles, several scratch marks visible across his shoulders.

"Who was the one clinging to me last night?" His deep voice dripped with amusement.

Vivian turned her face away. "Liar!"

Ethan chuckled, tilting her chin back with slender fingers until their eyes met. His gaze burned with intensity.

"Shall I refresh your memory?" His warm breath caressed her sensitive earlobe.

A shiver ran down her spine. Vivian raised her leg to kick him.

Anticipating her move, Ethan caught her slender ankle. His calloused thumb traced circles on her delicate skin, eliciting another tremble.

"Let go!" She struggled.

"Keep moving," his voice turned husky, "and I won't be responsible for what happens next."

Vivian froze. She could feel his body's unmistakable response against her. Her cheeks burned hotter.

Seizing the opportunity, Ethan captured her lips. The kiss was both demanding and tender, leaving no room for refusal. He pinned her resisting hands above her head.

"Mmph...you—" Her protest dissolved between their joined mouths.

Ethan's skilled lips soon melted her resistance. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every sweet corner of her mouth.

Vivian's breathing grew ragged. Though her mind screamed to push him away, her body betrayed her, responding against her will.

Noticing her surrender, triumph flashed in Ethan's eyes. He released her wrists to trail his hands down her slender waist.

Just as passion overwhelmed them, footsteps sounded outside.

"Ms. Laurent? Are you awake?" A maid's voice called through the door.

Vivian jerked away, hastily pulling the sheets over herself. "I—I'll be right out!" Her voice shook.

Ethan fell back onto the bed, grinning like a satisfied cat. He sat up leisurely. "You worked hard last night. Need more rest?"

Vivian grabbed another pillow and smashed it into his smug face.