"Lily!" Ethan pulled out of her body, his hand tightening as he dragged her up from the bed into a sitting position.
One of his hands gripped her head, forcing her to lean closer to him. His voice was laced with menace. "Listen to me. I'm the only one who decides when you leave! If you dare to act all high and mighty in front of me again, I'll ensure your magazine goes bankrupt!"
Make the magazine go bankrupt?!
He knew perfectly well that the only reason she had agreed to be his mistress was to protect the magazine, and now he was using that against her as a despicable threat.
"You're crazy! The only thing you're good at is exploiting people's weaknesses!" she spat, her head forced back, her hair aching under the pressure of his large hand.
He hated the contempt in her eyes—it drove him mad with rage.
Ethan's face darkened.
