Capítulo 12: Bound by Menace

Settle the score?

Does she think she can walk away that easily?

Ethan sneered as he watched Lily sitting on the bed, her posture tense with wariness. His cold gaze locked onto her, and without warning, he struck the inside of her arm with a sharp motion.

Pain shot through her limb and the self-defense device she had been clutching slipped from her fingers. Ethan swiftly kicked it aside, rendering it useless.

Once again, Lily was reminded of the stark difference in strength between men and women. Her hands pressed against the soft mattress as she scrambled backward, inching away from him, her wide eyes filled with fear.

"You lunatic! Stay away from me!" she gasped.

Ethan arched a brow, amused by her defiance. "This is my house," he reminded her coolly. "Do you even know whose bed you're sitting on?"

The flickering darkness in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine—it was as if he could consume her whole.

Lily tried to retreat, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps.

Gone was the stubborn arrogance that had once clung to her expression. Without it, she looked much easier on the eyes.

Women had a way of unknowingly stirring a man's desires—especially when they struggled, knowing it was futile. That helpless, vulnerable look, like a frightened lamb caught in a wolf's den…

But Lily? She affected him more than most.

Ethan studied her face, relishing her gaze's mixture of fear and resistance. In one swift motion, he pulled off his tie.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he reached forward, swiftly capturing her wrists despite her struggles. He secured her hands to the carved bedpost with the silk fabric without giving her a chance to resist.

No matter how hard she fought, it was useless. His strength was undeniable, his grip unyielding.

Being restrained like this… it wasn't very comfortable.

"You absolute psycho! Let me go!" Lily thrashed, kicking out wildly in an attempt to push him away.

Ethan moved closer, effortlessly pinning her legs down with his knee. A dark fire smoldered in his eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper laced with an unmistakable warning.

"Lily, if you curse at me one more time, I swear I'll make you regret it."

His tone was quiet, but the sheer dominance in his words made her blood run cold.

She knew he meant what he said.

Her breath hitched, and she froze, her lips pressing tightly together until they turned pale.

She wasn't foolish enough to provoke him further. She had come here for one reason only—to retrieve that humiliating video. Everything else was secondary.

Taking a shaky breath, Lily forced herself to calm down. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of pleading.

"Please… just let me go," she murmured, eyes searching his. "I only want the video back."

Ethan's gaze flickered with amusement.

That expression changed quickly.

Finally, realizing the situation she was in?

"Begging me now?" He leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin. His fingers trailed lazily down, one by one, unfastening the buttons of her blouse.

"Why don't I teach you how to ask a man for something?"

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