Page 99 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Hello, Bonnie, come in. Door’s open as well, just go straight in.”
Okay. First off, does Ethan’s dad see and vet everyone coming into the estate? And two, isn’t it weird that the guy has seen me only once before and knows me by name, and I’ve yet to meet him?
Slow down, it’s only your second time here. Let’s not be jonesing for introductions yet.
I walk to the massive front doors and push them open. The lights are dim as usual, and somehow, it makes me hyper aware of the fact that I’ve stepped into Ethan’s territory.
I so love this house, with its high ceilings, and curving, glass staircase railings. It's a brilliant blend between ancient Victorian and modern.
Ethan appears, slowly descending the stairs, phone to his ear. He’s bare-chested and barefoot, only wearing a black robe and his signature white boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry. He didn’t even bother to put on clothes. His hair is damp from a recent shower.
Can we just skip the conversation and have him fuck me already?
He ends the call, throwing the phone on the nearby sofa, and as soon he reaches me, grabs me by the scruff of my neck and crashes his lips down onto mine.
Mind reader. Sweet Jesus, how could I have gone so long without his mouth on mine? I’m all over him in seconds, stroking my tongue against his. My arms wrap around his shoulders and my leg lifts, rubbing along his thigh. All too soon, he breaks the kiss.
“Hello, brat.”
“You’re an asshole, you know.”
“Is that any way to thank me for giving you your fix?” He smirks
“What do you take me for, Ethan?”
“I don’t take you for anything. I know you, Bonnie,” he says in an annoyingly soothing voice. “You like to watch men unravel for you more than you want to have sex. I gave that to you on a silver platter, and you didn’t even need to go through the hassle of polite small talk, or having to dump him the next day.”
I angrily sputter nonsense in reply.
“The only problem is, with me, you can’t just be a spectator, can you? You actually enjoy it.”
“Wow, you cracked the code, Harvard. Don’t break your hand patting yourself on the back.”
“I’ll try not to. It’s a fucking achievement since you haven’t had an orgasm in forever. Before me, that is.”
I’m stunned. This is getting creepy. “Ethan, your ego is pissing me off right now. That’s so not true.”
“Really? One orgasm, and you freaked out and decided to run. All the way to Canada.”
He chuckles at my stunned look.
I’m going to kill Jordan. I specifically begged him not to tell Ethan.
“I may be half-blind in the day, but my night vision is perfect. And I’m especially good at seeing darkness and pain. Tell me, who hurt you Bonnie?” He asks, “I swear I’ll make them pay.”
An image of Jake Tyler flashes across my eyes along with the familiar wave of searing pain in the pit of my stomach. I let it pass. This is getting too deep, too fast.
Geez what am I a movie playing before his eyes? What is it they say about when you lose one of the senses another overcompensates? It’s super real.
I push away from his arms. “I didn’t come here to talk.”
“No, you came here because you want to come on my cock,” he spits angrily.
My breath catches. I hate his crudeness, but it’s turning me on. “Ethan—“
“Otherwise, you would have gone home and sorted yourself out while thinking about what happened in that bathroom, or at the Rivoire in L.A., or the multiple times before you left for Clonmel. But you didn’t because nothing else gets you off except me. Admit it.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard.”