Chapter 38
Evelyn Sullivan felt her entire body burning with feverish desire. In her dazed state, she instinctively pressed closer to the cool presence beside her.
“Look at me. Who am I?” Ethan Sullivan’s deep voice rumbled in her ear, laced with undeniable authority.
She forced her eyes open with difficulty, her blurred vision clearing to reveal Ethan’s sharply defined, handsome features.
“Ethan…”
Before she could finish, his lips captured hers in a dominating kiss. Evelyn felt like a tiny boat tossed by violent waves, rising and falling helplessly.
At dawn, Evelyn woke to the ache in her limbs.
She turned sharply and found Ethan’s sleeping profile mere inches away. Memories of the previous night flooded back, making her body tense instantly.
“Awake?” Ethan’s eyes snapped open, his dark gaze piercing straight through her.
Evelyn instinctively gripped the sheets, her throat too dry to speak.
“About last night…” She took a deep breath. “Let’s pretend it never happened.”
Ethan’s expression darkened. “What do you mean, Evelyn?”
“We’re getting divorced soon. There’s no point dwelling on this.” She turned her face away, her voice eerily calm.
He let out a cold laugh. “So you sleep with me and then run?”
Evelyn whipped her head back to glare at him. “You took advantage of me!”
“Who was the one clinging to me all night?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. “Should I remind you of the details?”
Her ears burned as fragmented images from last night flashed through her mind.
“So what?” She forced composure. “These things happen between adults.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened dangerously. He suddenly seized her wrist. “Say that again, Evelyn.”
Their breaths mingled. She could feel the heat radiating from his chest.
“Let go!” She struggled, but her voice trembled.
Instead of releasing her, he pinned her down harder. “Listen carefully. In my dictionary, there’s no such thing as divorce—only widowhood.”
“You—”
“Test me if you dare.” He released her abruptly and reached for his robe. “From today onward, stay away from other men.”
Evelyn hurled a pillow at his retreating figure. “Ethan Sullivan, you bastard!”
Without turning, he caught the pillow effortlessly. His voice dripped with menace. “Still have energy to curse? Seems I didn’t wear you out enough last night.”
