I'm soaring with pride as we take the steps down from our seats. Ethan is speaking with what looks like to be interviewers, and my smile only widens.

I'm so proud of him.

Hanna loops her arm in mine and flashes me a smile. "I know I'm mean to him and I give him a hard time, but let him know from me that he did a good job."

"You know - dare I say it - I think you're warming to him." I chuckle, and she deadpans.

"Never." She shakes her head, and I playfully narrow my eyes at her. "Okay, don't give me that look."

"What look? I don't know what look you're on about." I shrug, but a sudden squeal leaves my mouth when Matt pulls me to his side. "Bitch, do you want me to fall?!"

"Nope, but I thought I'd let you know that once you reunite with your boy-toy, Hanna and I are going to a gay bar. Lauren is going with you- well, Felix." Matt tells me.

"Oh?" I raise my brows suggestively.

"Oh, shush, you." Matt chuckles. "But yeah, I need to hook up with someone... I think we all know the saying to get over someone, you need to get under someone else... well, in my case, behind someone, but ya know."

"Are you sure?" I can't not be worried about him.

"Yeah. I'll make sure Hanna gets home safe." He tells me. "And honestly, I'll probably chicken out and start crying in the corner of the club."

"Babe." I pout up at him sympathetically. "You're gonna be okay, you know."

"I do." He nods. "Now, let's go congratulate tonight's winner."

Excitement bubbles within me and I giddily take the last few steps. Scar is the one to see us first, and he walks over, immediately going to Maria, who he embraces into a hug. "Our boy's done it again, amore."

My heart warms at their display of affection, but it quickly fastens up when I hear his voice. "Hey! You're all here!"

I turn around to see Ethan, and I exhale a quick breath. Sweat glistens on his toned chest, his hair dripping. And he's wearing only those black boxing shorts. The sight has me throbbing for him.

"Congrats, man." Matt says, and Ethan pulls him in for a bro-hug, and I stifle a laugh when Matt can't hide the shock on his face.

When they pull away, Ethan turns towards me and I all of a sudden become shy. Maybe it's the sudden attention of everyone around us; the remainder of the crowd, my friends, his family? I want to cover him in kisses, tell him he's done amazing but I don't think he'd want that.

With one simple action, he changes my mind. His lips mold with mine and I smile into the kiss, letting him pull me close when his hands grip my waist.

"This dress. Killer, darling." He leans his forehead against my own, and I let out a breathy laugh.

"Thank you. And it seems like congratulations are on the cards, Mr Kane." I purse my lips, and I swear his eyes twinkle. "You did amazing tonight, bello."

"Bello?" He raises his brows at the name.

"Handsome." I tell him and he grins, quite happy with that.

Ethan goes to speak to his mom and dad, and while he does, I talk to my friends about our plans for tonight. Matt and Hanna are going clubbing. Lauren shyly responded that Felix is going to go back to the dorm with her. And well, me... I'm just going wherever Ethan's going tonight.

I've missed him.

Speak of the devil; Ethan walks over to us, and he smirks, gesturing to me with his finger. "So, darling... me and you have a problem."

I cock my head to the side. "Oh, yeah?"

His hands grip my waist once again and he pulls me towards him before saying something so lowly that it hits me right where he most likely intended. "I didn't hear you scream, darling. Think we need to change that."

"Ethan." I whisper, very aware of our surroundings. Lauren and Felix are quite literally next to us.

"Come with me." He grabs my hand, and I don't budge. We aren't leaving my friends, not right now, not this soon. He raises his eyebrows, challenging me, and all of a sudden, he lifts me up and puts me over his shoulder. "Matt, Lauren, Hanna, I'm taking your friend. She'll see you tomorrow."

"Ethan!" I squeal.

"Have a good night, babe." Matt pulls my dress down for me, and I groan, defeated. Ethan's not going to put me down any time soon.

I can't even say goodbye because he's walking us in the opposite direction. "Ethan, put me down."

"No, I need to teach my baby a lesson." He replies, and as much as I want to be a brat, I can't stop the little smile from forming.

"Your baby? You're not my dad."

"But I am your fucking daddy, darling." His words make me choke on the air around us, and he lets out a loud laugh.

"Stop with the daddy jokes- Where are we going?" I find myself asking once we enter a hallway.

"Dressing room. Need you, darling. Can't wait until home." He responds. The urgency in his tone awakens the butterflies, and I bite down on my lip, keeping my cool.

I hate that he can affect me so easily.

He suddenly stops. With a quick scan of a card, the door to our right unlocks and he pushes it open. Only now does he finally put me down, and then kicks the door shut behind him.

I blink, once, twice. "Ethan, you can't-"

"I don't care." He cuts me off, and within seconds his right hand is wrapped around my throat, and he kisses me.

I didn't even have the chance to look around at his dressing room.

With his right hand around my neck, he uses the other to lift my dress over my ass, and then he suddenly stops kissing me. He narrows his lustful eyes. "You're wearing lingerie?"

"Maybe." I say breathlessly.

"Fuck me." He leans his forehead against my own.

"Fuck me." I retort, and he chuckles.

Suddenly, he spins me around and I choke on my breath when I catch my reflection in the mirror. One of my dress straps is down; my purple bra is peaking at the top, and my dress is riding high around my waist. "Strip for me, darling."

"Ethan." I deadpan.

"You know... apart from black and red; purple is one of my favorite colors. And you have that on right now." He tells me, and I smile. I did not know that. "Please, darling. Wanna see you. Wanna touch you."

I roll my head back to look up at him. "I'm proud of you, you know."

"Oh, yeah?" He raises a brow cockily, and I nod, grazing my bottom lip with my teeth. "You gonna show me how much?"

"Anyone ever called you needy and desperate?" I joke.

"Now, let's not get ahead of yourself there, darling. You basically own the title of needy and desperate." He's not wrong, not at all. Under his spell, I'm putty in his hands.

Ethan lowers his lips to my neck and starts trailing little kisses down my jaw. "Mhm." I let out a shaky moan.

"Tell me it's okay. Give me your consent." He begs, sounding desperate. My needy man.

"You have me; mind, body and spirit, Ethan. Forever and always." I tell him, meaning every single word. He tilts my head up for him to kiss me. I kiss him back, and in our shared frenzy, I do as I'm told. I'm going to strip for him.

Turning my body towards him, I raise on my tiptoes, attempting to dominate the kiss as a distraction, but failing miserably when he pulls me closer by my ass. A gasp escapes me when I feel his erection straining against his shorts, and he groans against my mouth as I start to rub the top of my thigh against it. He closes his eyes in slight pleasure, and I keep moving as I slip my spaghetti straps down my arms, my dress becoming looser.

I don't know how he hasn't noticed. That is until I attempt to unzip the back of my dress, and he catches me when I accidently stop kissing him. Oops.

"Turn, I'll unzip." He offers, and so I do, my cheeks flaming slightly from the little embarrassment of getting caught.

With one swift motion, the dress pools at my feet, and I exhale a breath when I see myself in the mirror. The purple thong is still sitting high up on my hips and the purple bra makes my boobs look amazing.

"Fuck, Jesus. Can I keep this on you? I won't rip it, I promise." Ethan asks, his eyes all over me and I giggle, raising my eyebrows at him through the mirror. "I won't."

"You better not." I say and he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade.

"I love you; I haven't said that yet today, but I do. I love you, I love your body, I love this fucking lingerie that you love to torture me with. I love you so much." He repeats and I smile, leaning back on him.

"I love you, too. Now, please fuck me. I've wanted you since you walked out to 'Heart-Shaped Box' by Nirvana." I say and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"So, you liked the surprise?" He asks, cupping my ass cheek.

"Very much so." I nod.

"Bend over for me, tesoro." He murmurs, and I blink at him. He just called me darling in Italian. Well, that or treasure, but I'm going to go with the former.

"You- When did you suddenly become Italian, bello?" I do as he asked, bending over for him, putting my hands out flat on the little dressing table that's in front of the mirror.

"Google translate... it said that it meant a few things though." He frowns, and I nod, confirming that it does in fact mean a few terms of endearment.

"I'll settle for tesoro, bella regazza, amore and mi amore." My breathing becomes shaky as I speak because his hand dips between my thighs.

"Mi amore?" He questions, pushing my thong to the side.

"My love." I suddenly close my eyes when his fingertips plunge into my dripping cunt, then back out seconds later. I clench at the little action, letting out a whine. "Stop teasing, Ethan."

"You know by now I'm not so great with your orders." He says and I huff in slight frustration. He pouts at me like a fucking child and says, "Can tonight's winner have a taste?"

"Yes. Anything." Maybe he was right? Maybe I do own the title needy and desperate? "Please, Ethan."

He turns me around and picks me up, landing a smack on my ass in the process. Before I have time to question where he's taking me, he puts me down on the dressing table I had my hands against, and kisses me. It's short and sweet, his lips claiming mine for a few seconds.

"Been such a good girl for me, but I'm still so mad that I didn't hear you scream my name tonight. Are you going to make up for that? Gonna scream my name and let everyone know whose you are?" With every word he taunts me with, it arouses me further. And if it wasn't worse enough, he suddenly drops to his knees. "Gonna treat you so good, baby."

"Fuck." I curse under my breath, letting my head roll back when he dives his tongue into my wet cunt.

Immediately, my right hand goes to his sweaty head of hair, pulling lightly on it when he licks a strip through my folds to my clit. I steady myself with my free, left hand, and I stifle my noises just to tease him a little bit more.

"Francesca." He grits out, the vibrations hitting my clit, and I literally can't stop the noise that escapes - a mix between a squeal and a whimper. He looks up at me through his lashes, his tongue is darting from side to side against my clit, and I moan at the vision. "You're such a fucking brat."

"Shut the fuck up." I speak with heavy breathing.

He harshly sucks on my clit, watching my reaction closely, and when I whimper loudly at the feeling, he seems satisfied. He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, causing little sparks of pleasure to fly through me in rapid spurts, and with what I assume is his middle and ring finger, he pushes them into me with ease.

"Fuck, Ethan." I tighten my grip on his hair as he starts to steadily thrust them in and out of me. "Oh my God."

"So fucking wet for me, darling. You taste so good." He envelopes his lips around my clit once again, and my legs involuntarily try to shut as the pleasure courses through me. "Ah-ah, keep them open." He tuts. "Tell me when you're close."

"Not yet." Did he think I would be? Sometimes it can take up to an hour to get myself off... We've only been doing this for a few minutes.

"That's okay." He assures me after a few seconds, and all of my overthinking goes out of the window. This is Ethan, of course it would be okay. "Just let me know. Want to make you feel good."

"You are. You are. It feels great." I praise him, and I feel his smile against me. "But can- Actually it doesn't matter."

"No, tell me." He pulls away just a little to talk.

"Fuck me with your tongue and use your fingers or thumb on my clit, it'll feel better... Not that it doesn't now-" Oh, I just should just stop speaking.

"I know what you mean, darling." He thankfully cuts me off, saving my impending ramble.

He shocks me by lying little open-mouth kisses down from my clit to my core, where he dives back in, swirling his tongue. He presses his thumb against my clit and begins circling it slowly, which I buck my hips up at - I needed the pressure to increase the pleasure, and God, he's doing it amazingly.

"Fuck. Oh my God." I no longer want to keep quiet; it was becoming hard anyway.

He groans against me, sending vibrations flying, and I start needily moving my hips against the rhythm of his tongue. It feels so fucking good.

My earlier doubts about not being close for him have magically disappeared because within a minute the familiar feeling in my stomach starts to build. The pressure. With every swirl of his tongue, he pulls me closer and closer to that edge; to the release that I so desperately need.

"Ethan- Fuck, I'm close. Keep going." I say breathlessly.

Throwing my head back, a loud whimper escapes when Ethan somehow slips a finger in under his tongue, so he's fucking me with both. My hand immediately leaves his hair, and I raise it to muffle my mouth. Ethan's glare makes me stop the action though.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm so close. I'm gonn-" My words get caught in the back of my throat, and as I'm about to cum, Ethan stops. My jaw drops and I stare at him in disbelief as he stands up. "Ethan, what the fuck?!"

I can already feel the bubbly feeling leaving. If he doesn't fuck me in the next thirty seconds... Well, I feel like crying.

"Get up and turn around." He... demands?

"What do you think I am? A fucking ballarina?" I spit, and he smirks at my attitude. "Ethan, fuck me, please. I need to cum, please, it's painful."

"Are you gonna cry about it, little baby?" He cups my jaw, pouting at me mockingingly, and I glare up at him. "Drop the attitude and turn around. Daddy wants to fuck his little whore."

Oh, God, save me.

Degrading is my weakness and he's using it to his advantage. I hate him so much, but I love him even more.

I swallow, catching my breath from the earlier orgasm that was sadly swept from under my feet like a leaf in the wind. And then I stand, complying with the man that I call my agonizing boyfriend.

He spins me around and pulls me plush against him, and only now do I feel how hard he is. He cups my jaw and tilts my head forward towards the mirror. "Look how beautiful you are. So beautiful. And all mine."

"All yours." I whisper, almost choking the words out. The atmosphere around us that we've created is suffocating. "Ethan, please."

"Shh, baby." He murmurs, and I swallow another deep breath when his hands start to wonder. "So needy for me."

"Please, I'll do anything." I probably shouldn't have said that but I would for this man, though. It's scary really.

"Circle your clit like a good little whore and watch yourself; don't cum, I'm gonna get a condom." He tells me, his voice rough and demanding.

He steps out of our embrace and he reaches into his gym bag for what I'm guessing is the condom. Not wanting to disobey him, but also wanting pleasure again, I reach my hand down between my thighs. My panties are soaking wet.

A shaky breath leaves me when I start to circle my clit through the fabric of my underwear, the cotton creating a friction that I didn't think I needed until now.

An involuntary moan leaves me, along with his name. "Ethan."

"Doing so good for me, pretty girl." He praises and I let out a whimper as one of my kinks gets fed. I'm a sucker for him; literally and figuratively.

He walks up behind me and a little smile comes to my face when I see his boxing shorts are now long gone. His eyes are trained downward, rolling on the condom, but when another moan leaves me, they travel upwards.

"I know I said I wanted to keep these on you, but, darling, they're just annoying me now." He slips his hands under the bands of my underwear, and then slowly pulls them down my legs at a painful pace. He's a fucking tease.

I continue touching myself, gathering some of my arousal before circling my clit again, and when I feel myself getting close again, he grabs my wrist, shaking his head.

My eyes narrow and I glare at him through the mirror. "Don't go back to being a brat now, be a good little submissive."

"Shut the fuck up." I'm getting really impatient now. "Ethan, fuck me or I'll leave."

"You wouldn't dare." He presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, and I deadpan - I'm not in the mood for his games. "Fine, fine. Bend over for me."

Doing as he says, I then feel him line himself up at my entrance, but he doesn't push in. He lowers his voice and whispers. "This still okay?"

"More than." I reply, and with that answer, he pushes into me, filling me up. "Fuck." My head falls forward with a gasp, but he cups my jaw as he starts to rock into me.

"You feel so good. So perfect for me, baby." He husks out, and I whimper, craning my neck back to kiss him. He immediately kisses me back, his tongue colliding with my own. He kisses me like there's no tomorrow. He always does.

He hooks his arm under my left leg, keeping it up so he can thrust into me easier, at a skillful pace that should be illegal; slow but hard. A perfect combination.

"Fuck, Ethan." I curse under my breath. He presses his lips to my neck, kissing me elsewhere while we're in this position.

The sound of my desperate whimpers, his heavy breathing and occasional low moans, and our skin slapping together, it all echoes around the spacy, white room. It sounds so pornographic, and it only turns me on further.

"Such a good whore for me." He whispers, starting to circle my clit, and I choke on a moan - I'm so sensitive. I already know this orgasm is going to take me out. "You close, mi amore?"

"Oh, fuck." Yes, Ethan, yes I am when you speak to me in Italian.

"Hold out for me, yeah?" His thrusts become faster, more urgent.

"Plea-" My words are cut off when a phone suddenly starts ringing. He doesn't stop, though. His phone is on the table in front of us, ringing with that annoying Apple tone. "Ethan, your phone."

"They can wait. I've missed you so much, Francesca. Missed you. Missed this body. I'll ring them back." He tells me, and I nod, letting out a whine. I'm still painfully close, and he's not allowing me to finish just yet.

The ringtone finally goes off and Ethan drops my leg, which I'm thankful for because my hip was starting to hurt. I lean forward and place both hands down on the table, and with the new position, the pleasure only increases.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl. You're so filthy for me." He praises and degrades me. God, help me.

"Please, Ethan, I need to cum. I need to cum so badly." I'm past caring about sounding needy. I need to cum. He only puts more pressure on my clit, and I raise onto my tiptoes at the feeling.

That dreadful ringtone replaces the sweet music we make again and I watch as Ethan drops his head with a groan. While he's not looking, I take the opportunity to see who it is.

My heart drops.

Chelsea Jones.

I look away just as Ethan looks back up, and when our eyes meet, my heart crumbles. He smiles, and whispers. "I love you, darling."

Caught off guard, I forget all about holding off the orgasm from before and it suddenly washes over me. If it wasn't for Ethan holding me up around my waist, my legs would have given way. I forget all about the call, the mysterious girl, my mind blanks as pleasure courses through me.

"Jesus, fuck." I curse under my breath, my breathing labored as Ethan pulls me up to his chest. He moves my hair out of my face and he kisses me, short and sweetly.

"You good? You spaced out." He murmurs, and with that, a knot builds in my throat.

Chelsea Jones.

"I think I need some water." I whisper. It's not a lie, but nor is it the truth. I feel all of a sudden claustrophobic in this compromising position, his cock still buried in me.

"Of course." He's immediate with his answer, worry in his tone. He pulls out of me and goes over to the mini fridge, and while he does that I pull on my panties that he so nicely discarded on the floor.

He comes over with a bottle of water and without even having to ask, he rolls off the condom and grabs a clean pair of joggers from his gym bag.

"Are you faint? Do you feel okay? When did you last have water?" He asks me... and I think about it for a second.

"Yesterday?" I wince, and he deadpans. "I'm sorry, I'll drink more. I'm okay... I just needed some water I think."

I take another big drink before putting the bottle down and grabbing my dress from the floor. I step into the black material, and Ethan comes up behind me to zip me up. Once he's done, he grabs his phone from the side, and I gulp back the dry knot in my throat.

"Who was ringing you?" I may as well give him the benefit of the doubt. It could be just a friend.

"Felix; he was probably just wondering where we were." He shrugs it off, his voice convincing. But I know the truth. Someone called Chelsea was calling.

He lied to me.

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A/N

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