"With such a physique, you dare to come to me? Aren't you afraid I'll fuck you to death?"
Jane Sullivan was stunned by Ethan's words. She had seen his gentlemanly front and beastly back and heard many of his crude words.
But a man who could naturally say such things, yet sounding concerned, perhaps could only be Ethan.
If she spread his words, no one would believe it was the icy Ethan who said them.
So, Jane Sullivan swallowed hard, "Uncle, I..."But Ethan had no intention of letting her go, he wanted her to be afraid!
She wanted to say she was truly afraid, afraid of that kind of death...
Seeing the panic on her face, Ethan suddenly wanted to scare her more.
Carrying her to the living room and placing her on the sofa, he pointed to the food on the table and said in a deep voice, "Afraid of being fucked to death? Then eat up quickly. You need strength to endure it, or else you won't last long. I don't want it to be over in just a few minutes. For me, half an hour is just a starter—"
Half an hour is just a starter—what about the main course?
Jane Sullivan was on the verge of tears. After all, it was the path she had chosen. On the phone with Ethan, she had agreed to be the obedient Mrs. Grayson again, not pursuing divorce, in exchange for him not sparing the Sullivan Corporation.
Her father had worked hard to build that company; it was his life's work. Handing it over to Ethan was like trading her father's life for her freedom.
So now, Jane Sullivan realized just how much her father loved her.
She had always thought her father used her as a bargaining chip for his own benefit, which is why she defied him and married Ethan after multiple arranged dates.
At that time, she thought Ethan, a smart businessman with a gentlemanly appearance and Doreen's uncle, was a catch.
What Jane Sullivan didn't expect was that she would gradually fall for this man.
If it wasn't for falling for him, why would she refuse Justin's help?
Seeing her lost in thought, Ethan's gaze deepened as he watched her face. Holding a cigarette with his right hand, his left hand brought a piece of tiramisu to her lips,
"Aren't you hungry?"
"..." Jane Sullivan hesitantly nodded and, facing his intense gaze, opened her mouth.
However, due to nervousness, she accidentally enveloped Ethan's fingertips with her mouth.
"Uh—"
Jane Sullivan immediately retreated. Although she didn't bite down, cream smeared her lips, and coupled with her panicked expression, she looked irresistibly tempting.
Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze lingering on Jane Sullivan's lips. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling the last ring of smoke and extinguishing it with practiced elegance.
To Jane Sullivan's surprise, he lifted his left arm, placing the finger she had just enveloped near his lips, tracing his lip shape, forming a slight curve.
"Come here." His deep voice resonated, leaving Jane Sullivan unable to refuse.
She rigidly moved towards him, not daring to look up.
Ethan lifted her chin with one hand, staring at the cream on her lips, slowly leaning down, his masculine scent enveloping her.
He called softly, "Jane."
In a bewitched tone, Jane Sullivan replied, "Uncle…"
"Are you ready?"
His thumb caressed her chin, inching towards her lower lip. As he leaned his head to meet her forehead, his other arm encircled her waist, his deep eyes drawing her in, "Answer me, are you ready to give yourself to me…"
Jane Sullivan froze, the answer already clear in her mind. After all, it was just surrendering her body.
Biting her lower lip, she timidly nodded, "I'm ready."
As soon as she spoke, she found herself lifted, seated on Ethan's lap.
Jane Sullivan instinctively held his shoulders, only to be guided by him to his shirt collar, instructed to "Unbutton it."
But inexperienced, she could only tremble as she fumbled with the buttons.
As the buttons came undone, revealing Ethan's sexy collarbone and sturdy chest, the scent of his cologne mixed with masculine pheromones filled her nostrils.
Jane Sullivan softened at the smell, her upper body held tightly against him.
Unable to continue unbuttoning due to weakness, her bathrobe was already being pulled away by Ethan.
She had never been this close to Ethan before.
During their six months of marriage, it was mostly Ethan taking the initiative, not allowing her to touch him, tying her to the bed and using friction to vent.
This kind of intimacy was a first for them.
So, when her body leaned into Ethan's gaze, Jane Sullivan immediately covered her chest with her hands, only to have them gently pulled away by him.
"Uncle…" She was getting scared.
But before she could regret it, Ethan lifted her chin and kissed her cream-covered lips.
Unlike his previous frenzy, he savored her gently, slowly deepening the kiss until he felt the woman in his arms submit, then reluctantly left her lips.
His eyes darkened, he huskily said, "Jane... you're so sweet."
With that, he pulled her closer and kissed her again.
Jane Sullivan felt breathless, twisting her body, seeking a breath of fresh air, but her movements only enticed him more.
"You asked for this," he murm ured, burying his head in her neck and then trailing downward... "Mmm..." Jane Sullivan's mind went blank, and just as she opened her mouth, Ethan was already kissing and nibbling her neck. She felt their relationship had suddenly become strangely close in a single day. When Ethan peeled off her bathrobe, Jane Sullivan tightly closed her eyes, her body tense. Ethan looked up at her, a mysterious smile curving his lips: "Why suddenly decide to give yourself to me? Do you like me?" Jane Sullivan opened her eyes, looking at the man before her, and chose to lie, "If Uncle wants me, then I have no choice but to give." "So you mean, you don't really want to give yourself to me?"