My Billionaire Ex Won't Stop
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"You think you walked away and I'd just let you go?" His whisper pressed against my ear, dangerous and intoxicating. "Two and a half years, Sienna. Do you know what that does to a man?"
He spun me around to face the door, my palms pinned against cold wood, his chest searing against my back like a brand. His hand slipped beneath my hem, fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh with punishing slowness.
"Every time I see you," his teeth grazed my shoulder, "I remember exactly what you look like when you lose control."
"Ethan, don't—"
"Your mouth says don't." His fingers found me, and my knees nearly gave out. "But your body is begging me to keep going."
He was right. God damn him, he was right. My hips rolled against his hand without permission, chasing something I had spent two years pretending I did not need.
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "The way you used to."
And I did. On the ruins of every rational thought I had left, I did.
He spun me around to face the door, my palms pinned against cold wood, his chest searing against my back like a brand. His hand slipped beneath my hem, fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh with punishing slowness.
"Every time I see you," his teeth grazed my shoulder, "I remember exactly what you look like when you lose control."
"Ethan, don't—"
"Your mouth says don't." His fingers found me, and my knees nearly gave out. "But your body is begging me to keep going."
He was right. God damn him, he was right. My hips rolled against his hand without permission, chasing something I had spent two years pretending I did not need.
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "The way you used to."
And I did. On the ruins of every rational thought I had left, I did.


















































