Leila Voss' POV,

Fuck. Ethan is kissing me. 

And he's not doing it in a slow, gentle way. 

His lips are literally latching onto mine, covering my whole mouth as he licks the seam between them like he wants to devour them. 

"Let me in," he murmurs against them.

I shake my head immediately, a shiver going through me. "No - "

I'm momentarily cut off when he shoves his tongue into my mouth and presses his bare chest against mine like he wants to push me into the wall, his tongue meeting every corner and crevice of my mouth. 

"Fuck," he murmurs hoarsely, pulling away to look at my swollen lips. "Fu - "

He doesn't finish before I smack him right on the face, the sound resounding in the kitchen as his head snaps sideways. 

"Are you out of your mind?" I almost scream, something hot coursing through my veins. "I'm your best friend's fiancé, for fuck's sake!" 

"Valid reaction," he says, meeting my gaze before clenching his jaw. "But so what if you're Julian's fiancé?"

I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, and my eyes widen. 

"So what?" He repeats, stepping even closer. "You fucking want me and I do the same. You can't pretend not to feel the tension between us."

Oh? So he feels it too?

"There's no tension," I say, denial obvious in my voice. "This is absurd. You - we just betrayed him."

His eyes flash with something that looks like anger, but it's gone too soon, and he grips my jaw hard. "You fucking want me, Leila, and it's obvious in your eyes," he grinds out. "Do you think I don't see it? Do you think I don't see the way you stiffen every time I'm near you? You think I didn't notice how you looked at me throughout the night? Like you wanted me to claim you?"

"You're delusional," I say, pushing him off. "I don't want you, and I never will. Julian is the man I - "

"Say that again, and I swear he won't see the light of tomorrow," he cuts me off, pressing me against the wall. "You don't love him. Admit it."

I open my mouth to speak, but his hand closes around my throat, and he holds my gaze before adding. 

"I know you're not marrying Julian because you love him, but because your father is making you do it."

The blood drains from my face, and I look away from him for a brief moment, pursing my lips into a thin line. 

"I know everything, Leila," he says, his breath fanning my cheeks. "Every single thing."

I'm so tempted to push him away and deny what he's saying, but how can I, when it's true?

I never really loved Julian. Our fathers have been friends all their lives, and thought it was a good idea to have us married. And because I couldn't say no to father, I agreed, hoping that at least, I can try to make the best out of it. 

And now, Julian's best friend knows. 

"How long would you have remained married to him before you'd eventually leave?" He asks, his voice low now. "Hmm. Tell me?"

"It doesn't matter," I meet his gaze, hating how alive I feel underneath it. "It's not like I love you either."

"Well, at least, you want me."

I glare at him. "I don't."

"Oh?" He arches a brow, the corner of his lips tilting into a smirk. "And if we check underneath your panties? I hope I'll be finding your pussy dry."

Heat blooms between my legs at his words, and I try to shift, but he presses me against the wall.

Then, he bucks his hips towards me, his cock nudging my clothed belly through his pants. 

"Well, at least I'm not a coward like you," he rasps, pressing his hard-on further. "I fucking want you, and I'm not hiding it. I've been wanting you for too long to even care about anything."

"Ethan - " I begin, my own voice croaked. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. It's not appropriate."

"Who says I want appropriate?" He thrusts his hips again. "I fucking need you out of my system. I'd have never imagined we'd be alone together."

"Ethan - "

"Say you don't want me," his other hand reaches behind me and grabs my ass before pressing me against him. "Say you don't want me, and I promise I'll let you be."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. 

Because I don't think I can lie any more. I want this man with everything in me no matter how much I try to deny it, and a proof of that is the wetness pooling between my legs. 

Lord. Please forgive me. 

"You don't have the confidence to deny me now again?" He asks, his voice taunting. "Well, okay then, I should let you do."

His face says otherwise, but just as he's about to pull away, I grab the waistband of his pants and pull him closer before pressing my lips against his this time. 

And did I mention how good it feels?

Ethan groans when I squeeze his cock through his pants, feeling how huge it is as I slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with almost the same ferocity he used earlier. 

As if sensing that it doesn't catch up to his, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing as both fight for who does it better. 

Fuck. I can't believe this. 

I can't believe I'm finally going to do this with Ethan Callahan. 

He pulls away just in time to suck on my collarbone, my throat, and the skin at the back of my neck, groaning as he does while little, needy moans escape my lips. 

"See what you do to me," he groans, nipping at my skin while my own hands run over his chest, enjoying the feel of him. "I can't wait to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk."

"Ethan - "

He pulls away from me and takes a step backwards, his gaze roving over my clothed body before he reaches for the waistband of his pants. 

"On your knees."

Leila Voss' POV,

I stare at Ethan for a good three seconds. 

His eyes are blazing with obvious lust, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. When I don't do as he asks, he tilts his head sideways slightly, his lips curling to the side. 

"On your knees baby," he says. 

I don't wait for one more second. 

I drop to my knees before him before I can even think too much about it and look up at him, batting my lashes the way I do for Julian whenever I want him to do something for me. 

As expected, Ethan sucks in a deep breath and reaches for me, his fingers threading through the strands of my hair before he tilts my head upwards. 

"Pull out my cock, baby," he orders, his voice deep. "It's waiting for you baby."

Slowly, I reach for the waistband of his trousers and slip my hand into it, my skin brushing his. He exhales at the contact, his pupils blown wide, and I maintain the eye contact between us, slipping my hands into his briefs before I touch his cock. 

Fuck. He's so hard. And thick. 

My eyes almost widen at the feel of it, but I maintain my composure and pull it out, my gaze now falling on it. 

I swear I feel wetness gush out of me at the sight. Because what?

Ethan's cock is so huge and thick, the pink head swelling as it leaks pre cum from the pierced tip. And he's so fucking hard, I doubt it will fit into my mouth. 

"It will fit in," he says, as if he can read my mind. Then, he steps closer, the tip of his cock nudging my lip. "Common, take it."

I hesitate for a while, my heart racing before I wrap both my fists around it, my pussy fluttering as I imagine how good he'd feel inside me. I then run my hands from the base to tip, reaching out to lick off the pre cum from the tip while keeping my eyes solely locked on Ethan's.

His hip bucks in reaction to the action, and he grips my hair tighter. 

"Common, baby," he rasps, clenching his jaw hard. "Take it. Make it wet and sloppy for yourself."

I wrap my lips around the head and suck on the pre cum, moaning around him as the salty taste of him explodes on my tastebuds. 

"Fuck," he growls, thrusting his hip so he can fit into my mouth, but I grip him tight, shaking my head. "Fuck, baby. I can't - "

I don't pay any heed to him. 

I take my sweet time to swirl my tongue around his pierced slit, sucking on it to draw out more pre cum. The moment I decide the torture is over and take him fully in my mouth, one of my hands reaching to tickle his balls, Ethan's second hand shoots out, slamming against the wall. 

"Dammit," he groans, thrusting. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Mmmm," I moan around him and flatten my lips underneath his cock before pulling out, then taking him to the back of my throat, I gag. 

"You take cock so well," he rasps, tightening his grip on my hair. "You're so fucking great."

I raise a brow as if to ask him "am I?," then pull back again before taking him in. 

"I can't take this pace," he says and pulls out, the popping sound resounding in the room. "I'm going to fuck your throat. And you'll take it all for me like a good girl. Do you hear me?"

I bat my lashes twice. "Yes - "

The words are barely out of my lips before he thrusts balls deep, the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gasp, tears blurring my eyes. 

I tap on his thigh.

"Look at how pretty you look with cock," he says, then pulls out. "You look like you've finally gotten what you wanted. I bet Julian fucks your face."

At the mention of Julian, I wait for that familiar feeling of guilt to hit me, but it doesn't. If anything, a strange thrill goes the light me at the mere thought of doing this. 

With his best friend. 

"He doesn't, does he?" Ethan asks and pulls out. "I know he doesn't. He has no fucking idea how to take care of a woman."

He then thrusts back in, keeping my face in place for him as he pulls out, then back in. 

His jaw is clenched, the jaws in his neck almost popping from how much he seems to be restraining himself. 

"You know, if I was Julian," he begins to move faster now, snapping his hips. "I'd never spend a day away from you."

"Mmmm," I moan, my chest tightening. 

My jaw hurts from how hard he's handling me, but I don't care too much as long as this is happening. 

"I would never have a night shift at work."

Tears are now falling down my cheeks, but seeing them seem to fuel Ethan because his pace now changes, increasing with each thrust while I just stay there, offering myself to him to him. 

"Did I tell you how pretty you look with cock?" He rasps, sweat coating his skin. "You look so beautiful. I want to take a picture of this and hang it in my bedroom. I want to jerk off to this now. You don't know how fucking much I've wanted you."

I feel delirious with all these, I don't even realize when my hands reach between my legs, and I flick my clit with my finger. 

"Fuck, show me that pussy," he says. "Touch yourself while I fuck your beautiful face like a slut. You're going to be my slut from now on, right?"

I nod immediately, the pace of my fingers increasing.

"That's more like it," he says. "I'm about to cum."

I make a sound that comes like a whimper around him, and he increases his pace again, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.

And then, he begins to cum so hard, his warm seed spilling down my throat before he pulls out and lets the rest spill over my face. 

My lashes and brows are stained with cum, but he doesn't really bother with it because he reaches for the cum by my lips with his thumb and slips it into my mouth.

"Lick."

I do. 

I swirl my tongue around his finger, watching as his eyes darken and his cock hardens again before he pulls away. 

Before I can comprehend what's next, Ethan grabs me and walks towards the kitchen counter, then drops me on it after stepping between my thighs. 

"Ethan - "

"Shhh," he says, raising my night dress up to reveal my panties. His fingers slip inside the fabric, and I suck in a deep breath when he drags two fingers through my folds. "I want to eat this cunt." 

Then, he tears my panties off.

Leila Voss' POV,

I gasp as the sound of the fabric of my panties shredding of fills the room. 

Ethan doesn't even look at me as he flings the panties somewhere across the kitchen. His gaze is fixed solely on my pussy, and I feel it flutter around nothing, wetness gushing out under his gaze. 

"Fuck, look at all that," he murmurs, running two fingers along my slit and smearing my juices all over. "So fucking wet for me." His gaze meets mine as I try to sit up with my elbows on the counter. "Isn't it?"

"Mmm," I reply, raising my hips up in the air for friction. "Ethan, please - "

"Please what?" He smirks, parting my pussy lips with two fingers as he stares down at it, and I feel my whole body lighten up with goosebumps. "What do you want, baby?"

"You," I moan when he trails a finger along my entrance. "I want you."

"Oh?" He asks, and I almost groan in frustration at the teasing tone in his voice. "My cock? Fingers? Or mouth?"

"All," I throw my head back and sigh. "I want all of you."

"Fuck yeah," he says, then spits right on my entrance, I swear my slick folds flutter again. "You're going to get all of me."

And then, he drops onto my pussy, thrusting his warm tongue into me in one go. 

I let out a loud moan immediately and lie down flat, my hand flying to grip his hair as I buck my hips to push my pussy into his face. 

"Mmm," he moans, pulling his tongue out to cover my whole entrance with it. "You taste so delicious, I could remain here all day."

"Ethan- "

"Ride my face, baby," he says, practically hollowing his cheeks to devour my juices. "Give it all to me. Drench my face. Give me all your sweet juices."

"I-" I moan, my voice hoarse as I thrust my pussy into his face. "I can't."

"Oh, you can," he growls, biting down on my clit before slipping a thick finger into my pussy. "You can."

A loud moan falls past my lips when he curls the finger inside me, my pussy tightening and clamping around him. 

"Ethan," I buck my hips faster, pushing his face against me harder. "I'm about to ... I'm going to - "

"No, you won't cum," he says, still sucking on me. "You won't cum until I ask you to."

"But-" tears are falling down my cheeks now, my heart racing so fast against its ribcage. "I - "

"You'll wait until I'm inside you," he says, pressing down on my hip so I don't move. "You won't be cumming unless I'm buried inside you." Another lick. "And if you do, I won't finish what I started. Do you hear me?"

I nod like he's going to see me and shut my eyes closed, hoping that this man takes pity on me. 

However, he seems to be standing on business. He nips at my pussy like a dying man, slurping on my wetness as it comes out of me, the sound mixed with that of my moans in the room. 

Finally, when Ethan decides the torture is enough for me, he comes up, his lips glistening with my juices. 

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs, licking his lower lip. "I can't wait to be buried deep inside you."

He pulls me closer to him and holds the head of his cock against my pussy, watching as I swallow the head. 

"You're so desperate for cock, Leila," he rasps, pulling me up so I can see where we're joined. 

And the sight nearly undoes me. 

I shiver as I feel the cold metal of his piercing nudge against my entrance, my entrance inviting him in. 

"So fucking desperate, you forget you have a fiancé."

I look up at Ethan just as he slips a hand underneath my nightie gown and grab one of my breasts, his thumb flicking my nipple. 

"No bras?" He growls, dragging his cock up and down my slit. "Seems like you planned this, didn't you?"

He leans in to suck on the skin behind my ear, before pinching my nipple so hard, I gasp. 

"I-" I whimper, grinding against him, silently begging him to end my torture. "I didn't dress for-"

"So you wear this nightgown for him?" He asks against my skin, switching to my collarbone now. "Julian has seen you in this before?"

"Mmm," I moan, nodding. "Y-ye - "

The words are barely even out of my thought before Ethan pulls out his hand and rips the gown into two, shoving his cock balls deep inside me until a loud cry leaves me. 

Fuck. 

I feel so full. So fucking full, I can't even breathe. It's like he's splitting me into two.

"Breathe, baby," he murmurs against my skin, his hand grabbing my breast again as he thumbs my nipple. "Breathe. Because I intend to fuck him out of your system. I don't give a fuck how long it's going to take."

Then, he begins to move. 

Ethan pulls out of me, leaving his head just by my entrance before shoving back in, his balls slapping against my ass.

"You're so tight" he groans, his forehead dropping on mine. "So tight."

A needy moan escapes me as his piercing grazes a primal part of me from inside when he pulls out, then slams back in. 

"Can't believe I have you where I've always wanted," he thrusts again, fastening his pace. "With my cock buried inside you to the hilt."

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. 

God. Ethan has always appeared to be a very calm and composed type of person. No one would've ever assumed he has a very dirty mouth on him, and now that I've seen that side of him, I feel instantly jealous of other women who have done the same. 

"Eyes on me," his other hand wrapping around my throat is all I need to meet his lust-heavy gaze, and he smirks. "You like this, don't you?" He thrusts again. "You like taking my cock, don't you?"

I nod. "Y-yes. Go faster..."

"Look at you," he snarls, increasing his pace, I moan at how delirious it feels. "Enjoying taking your fiancé's friend's dick. Imagine your fiance walks in on us like this."

The mental image of that should make me feel repulsed, but it doesn't. If anything, it makes me clench further around him, my hips moving to meet him halfway.

"Jesus," he rasps. "You liked the thought of that? The thought of your fiancé walking in on us?"

I moan. 

"That's more like it," he reaches down to give a pinch to my clit. "But too bad Julian would die before seeing you like that."

I close my eyes. 

"Open those eyes and tell me you're mine," he taps my cheeks, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. "Say you belong to me."

"I'm yours, Ethan," I whimper, wanting more - needing more. "I'm all yours. Now, please fuck me harder."

"Your wish is my command."

And that's all it takes for Ethan to go barbaric with me. 

His grip around my throat tightens and he pulls out, then snaps his hips forward, his cock slams into me harder than before. 

My eyes roll again. "More."

He increases his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I moan through it, his fingers alternating between flicking my clit and my nipple. 

"Fuck," I moan as I feel my walls clamp around him. "I want to cum. I need to..."

"Such a greedy little whore," he grumbles. "Cum baby. Cum for me."

Not even a second lasts before I feel like I've been thrown over an invisible cliff, my walls tightening around his cock as my orgasm ripples through me while he continues to fuck me through it, the squelching sound of my juice filling the room together with our ragged breathing. 

"I'm going to cum too," he says. "Inside you."

A whine of protest leaves my lips, but then, I remember I'm on the pills. And as if he can read my thoughts, his pupils blow wide, his pace slowing down a bit before spurts of his warm seed coat my insides. 

I fall on my back, my whole body covered in sweat, and as Ethan roves his gaze over my form, I feel him harden inside me instantly. 

Excitement tingles inside me, and he pulls out immediately, only to smirk, then turn me so my ass is facing him. 

"I'm nowhere fucking done with you tonight baby," he says, spreading my ass cheeks before dragging his cock between it until it rests just by my entrance. "Because when I make promises, I don't hesitate to fulfill them."

I suck in a breath, feeling even more anticipatory despite the fatigue holding me down. 

"But first of all," Ethan leans in and kisses my nape before whispering against the skin just beside my ear. "Happy birthday to Julian."

Then, he slams into me in one full go.