Chapter 10
It was barely spring, but my body was burning like I’d been dropped into a damn furnace.
And Ethan Shaw? That man wasn’t anywhere near done setting me on fire.
I whimpered, pushing a shaky hand against his chest, breathless.
“I—it’s too much… I can’t…”
He didn’t stop. Just looked down at me, eyes dark, lips parted, then reached for my camisole. His fingers grazed my skin and sent another jolt racing through me.
I thought it would be like in that damn picture book—romantic, soft, magical.
But no. It hurt.
Like something inside me was being torn wide open.
Ethan moved like a starved wolf who’d finally caught something warm-blooded and helpless. Rough, hungry, relentless. He pinned me down like I’d slip away otherwise and changed positions like a man possessed.
I cried out, voice soft and breaking, begging him over and over. But mercy didn’t live in his body that night. He just kept holding me close, murmuring things between clenched teeth, his hands never still.
Maybe it was the moonlight softening the room, or maybe I was just losing my mind—but something in him shifted. That rage in his eyes melted, turned to something slower, deeper. Like a river that had found its bed and wouldn’t stop flowing.
And in the middle of it, he whispered against my skin, voice rough as gravel,
“Goddamn, Nina… you’re made to ruin a man.”
