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“You shouldn’t have ignored me. I’m not a child. What I want—what we want, matters,” I say.

Ethan's eyes look up at me, pleading for forgiveness.

Forgiveness I'm desperate to give, but I keep myself from reaching out and touching him. “Did my mother go to the university?” I ask, trembling. Partially, I shake because I’m terrified that he lost his job because of me. And partially because his hot breath is ghosting over my pussy and I’m aching for him.

“No, I resigned,” Ethan says.

“But you love teaching!” I exclaim. I can’t believe he did this. Which one of us must be having the worst spiral in the fallout of our almost relationship?

“I love you more,” Ethan growls, his hand reaching under my dress and cupping my ass. “Dear God, no thong? You’re trying to kill me. If so, I need to die with your pussy cumming on my face. I’m not going to lose you, but I could go that way.”

“Y-your job,” I whimper. He said those words. Ethan loves me. Ethan doesn’t want to lose me. Ethan is touching my bare ass and I’m so dripping wet for him.

“I don’t need the money,” Ethan says with a smug laugh.

I lift my hands from my sides, pressing my palms flat against the planes of Ethan's chest. Feeling his firm pectorals grounds everything in reality. This is really happening. I might cry. “I love you so much, Ethan. I need you more than I need to breathe.”

“Emmaline, I need you,” Ethan says, growling against my inner thigh.

“I want to belong to you, Ethan. I need to. You’re where I’m home,” I say. I have to tell him my truth.

He lifts his head up and reaches into his pocket. “I can’t tell you just how much I needed to hear those words. Because I have something to ask you.” Ethan pulls out a ring box, and then opens it and gets down on one knee before my car. “Will you marry me?” he asks.

“Yes!” I cry out, my lips trembling. “Yes, I will marry you, Ethan.”

“Be mine forever,” Ethan says, and he slides the intricate diamond ring onto my finger.

“Always,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Ethan stands, pulling me up and carrying me off to his house, closing my car door and carting me off.

“You’re mine, forever. You won’t escape me,” I say with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek.

“I couldn’t dream of a better fate,” Ethan says, closing his massive door behind us.





Emmaline





Once we’re inside the door, we both tear off our clothes, and I literally jump into Ethan’s arms. The time for holding back has long passed. Who am I kidding? There was never a time I was going to hold back from Ethan, and now I’m all his. For real. Forever.

That’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

I look at his gorgeous body. Eight-pack abs. Enormous cock. Flawless face. Even the man’s hands are sexy. His whole body is sculpted perfection that rivals Michelangelo’s David.

“Kiss me,” I say breathlessly. I ache for the feel of his lips on mine, but I also want to play. I run toward the bedroom.

“You’re going to be punished,” Ethan says, his voice full of dark promise, but I turn and see him smiling.

I have a feeling this punishment might make me misbehave even more than normal. And to think I used to be such a good girl?

The veil has been lifted. I know just how fun being a bad girl is.

When I get to the door of the bedroom, Ethan, who walked the whole time while I ran through the house, grabs me by the back of my neck.

My nipples are instantly hard. How did he do that, like we’re in some kind of slasher film and me, the naked girl, is about to be the victim? The idea makes me giggle.

“What are you possibly laughing at?” Ethan says, but there’s an enormous grin spread across his lips. He kisses me quickly before I answer.

I curl my lips in and then smack them. “I was just thinking how you caught up to me like some kind of serial killer. This is a good way to off me, if you were so inclined,” I say, and it is my turn to smirk.

No, no, it is always Ethan’s turn to smirk. That smug grin makes my pussy melt against my thighs. Seriously, I could heat his house for winter with he way that he’s looking at me right now. I have to stop thinking things like this, because if I keep giggling, Ethan might ram his cock right up my ass to make sure I’m taking my punishment seriously.

Okay, so that’s not funny…but you know why it makes me want to laugh, right? I mean, the idea of his cock filling up my ass right now has me so wet I could slip on the puddle my pussy is threatening to make. I inhale, though, because the feel of Ethan’s finger on my throat remind me I am safe. I am owned by Ethan, and he’d never let me fall.