Chapter 663

Every muscle in her body ached as if she'd been run over by a truck.

Ethan Roscente had learned techniques from somewhere that kept Vivian Laurent floating on clouds even in her sleep.

She woke first at dawn's early light.

Ethan's arm remained locked around her waist with a grip so tight she couldn't move.

The moment clarity returned, Vivian's expression darkened.

Last night's wanton version of herself had been utterly disgraceful.

She tried to wriggle free but was pulled closer.

"Ethan Roscente!"

She pinched the man's cheek hard.

Frowning in his sleep, he caught her hand and kissed it.

"What's wrong, darling?"

His gravelly voice dripped with satisfaction.

Heat rushed to Vivian's ears.

This man was pure temptation.

"Get out!"

Ethan checked his phone—6:10 AM.

"Sleep longer." He tightened his hold. "We didn't rest until past three."

Vivian punched his chest. "Leave now! What if someone sees you here?"

"Let them." He dragged her closer. "They'll find out eventually."

"Are you leaving or not?" Her voice turned icy. "If not, don't ever come back."

Ethan suddenly propped himself up. "Does that mean I can return tonight?"

"In your dreams!"

"But you enjoyed every second." His voice dropped. "Last night, who was the one begging—"

"Shut up!" She kicked him, cheeks burning. "Your skills were pathetic. Any random guy would've done better."

Ethan's eyes darkened instantly.

No man could tolerate that challenge.

"Pathetic?" He pinned her beneath him. "Then who clung to me all night?"

Trapped under his weight, Vivian's breathing hitched.

Morning light outlined his sharp features inches from hers.