บท 13: The Deceptive Kiss
Lily clenched her teeth, seething with anger, but she didn't dare to push him further.
As Ethan unfastened her blouse, the thin white camisole underneath was revealed, tightly hugging her curves.
His eyes darkened with amusement. "Wearing so many layers? You came prepared. It'd be a shame if I didn't do something about it."
With that, he lowered his head and captured her lips without warning.
His kiss was scorching, sending a jolt through her entire body. A tingling sensation spread like an electric current, making her shudder involuntarily. Satisfied with her reaction, Ethan deepened the kiss, his lips moving more languidly, teasing her with a deliberate slowness.
One warm hand roamed her body, tugging gently at the fabric of her camisole. He pulled it down with minimal effort, exposing the delicate lace beneath.
Hadn't he said that as long as she stayed still, he wouldn't touch her?!
Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as his hands continued their slow exploration. Panic surged within her, and she turned her head away, breaking the kiss.
"Let me go! You—You said as long as I didn't insult you—"
Ethan cut her off, his voice laced with wicked amusement. "Did I say that I wouldn't touch you if you behaved?"
How naive could she be?
A girl sheltered by wealth and privilege, oblivious to the true nature of men.
But that was fine. He would teach her.
His gaze darkened as he took in her pale, panicked expression. He firmly held the back of her head with one hand, preventing her from pulling away. His lips found hers again, prying them open as his tongue delved inside, claiming her with an unrelenting intensity.
Sweet.
He had to admit that sometimes simplicity was far more satisfying than extravagance.
But Lily? She wasn't just some passing indulgence.
She was the same high-and-mighty heiress who had once looked at him as if he were nothing more than a speck of dust—a girl who had never spared him a single glance, too caught up in her privileged world.
She didn't even remember him. But he had never forgotten.
She had been the one to teach him the difference between the rich and the poor: the privileged and the forgotten.
That resentment, buried deep for years, surged to the surface.
When he finally pulled away, Lily was left gasping for breath, her lips swollen and glistening.
Her dazed expression told him she was struggling to regain her senses.
Ethan's voice dripped with mockery as he tilted his head. "Funny… even when you're resisting, your body reacts."
Lily's eyes widened in horror as he suddenly flipped her over.
Her wrists were still bound, leaving her no way to resist as she was pressed against the edge of the bed.
Realizing what was happening, panic gripped her.
"You—You pervert! Let go of me—Ah!"
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