Chapter 14
HELLO, MATE
KIARA
My mom and dad were staring at Ethan, his hand pausing mid-air when realization crossed his features. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. I could feel the tension in the air and easily poke it with the butter knife.
It wasn't like I called Ethan daddy anyway, it reminded me of my dad. No, Ethan loved to tease me with it and see me cringe every time he said it. I should've never opened my mouth and told him about how Laura and Carmella thought he was daddy goals.
Hai Bhagwan.
Ethan quickly took the pepper shaker beside the salt, coughing nervously. "Pepper."
Phew. But should I tell him that the lid was broken? No, he deserves it.
He didn't see the lid was broken and shook its contents in the glass of lassi. My parents were still staring at him when he took the sip of lassi filled with pepper.
Don't drink it! Gross.
I winced mentally when he grimaced, scrunching his face at the taste of the sweet drink filled with pepper and coughed vigorously.
I held in my breath when I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed the drink. I mentally counted from one to ten and on the seventh count—
Ethan smiled and choked out, his face red. "It's great!"
I knew he was lying because I could feel the smoke coming out of his ears. His mouth must be dead, and his tongue would be burning because of the intake of so much pepper with lassi.
"Yeah," I drawled.
"Honey, give it back. It's fine, drink this. I forgot that its lid was broken," my mom said, pouring him a fresh glass of lassi, taking the pepper one away.
Thanks, Mama.
He thanked my mom and choked when I kicked him underneath the table, accepting the salt shaker from Dad.
Ethan grimaced slightly at the pain, cradling his cold glass of lassi to his chest. When my parents weren’t looking, I glared at him and did the universal sign of slicing a throat with my thumb, making him gulp nervously.
After lunch, Ethan and I helped Mom with the dishes while Dad helped cleaning the table. They were going to visit a nearby Hindu temple, leaving us alone. I had imagined what we would have done if we were both home alone, but now, I was angry at him. And he knew because I was ignoring him.
"Okay, stop it, Bella,” he said, following me to my room. “I’m sorry. I promise I will never say the word 'daddy' again.”
I slammed the door shut and he got hit in his nose. Ethan angrily opened it and stepped inside my room, grumbling about his red nose.
I must have been furious because for once in eighteen years of my life, I sat on my bed and started doing my math homework without someone scolding me to finish it.
Ethan stepped closer, his delicious cologne wafting in my nose as he loomed over the edge of the bed. "You're doing it wrong, Kia,” he pointed out. “Because I’m sure the answer to that question is 420. Here, let me show you—”
I shifted my body so my back was facing him and he couldn’t see my notes. Clenching my jaw, I tried the equation again and realized that my previous answer, 669, was indeed wrong and Ethan was right.
Ethan sighed and sat across me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I am,” I deadpanned. “Should I remind you of what you did during lunch?”
“Sure. You wanted the salt and then—ow, woman!”
Again, I smacked his arm with a pillow. “Weak,” I said, squinting my eyes at him.
He gasped. He actually fucking gasped. “Take that back!”
“No. You deserve that, you asswipe! You should've seen the look on my parents' faces.”
Ethan's eyes flared. “I don't care. I already apologized and you called me weak and asswipe within a minute. I have been wounded. I don't think my mind or my heart can process that much hurt.” He blabbered, clutching his hand on his heart.
The audacity of this guy to look cute when I was mad at him.
While I was busy trying not to laugh, Ethan took away my books and pen, keeping them on the nightstand. “Take that back, Kiara,” he hovered above me, “or I might die.”
God, he's so extra.
“I think you deserve that for the stunt you pulled.”
“Then you deserve this, too.”
“Ethan, no! You son of a—nonono!”
He started tickling me. His one palm held both of my wrists above me so I couldn't do much except flail my legs, which were of no use because he was straddling my hips, his fingers moving over my sides.
Ethan leaned closer, his feathery soft hair brushing my skin. “Two beautiful women, Kiara. I am inseminated through AI, remember?”
I was crying from laughter, but he didn't stop. “I . . . I, uh, swear I'll kill you.”
His smirk widened. “Say you forgive me and I'll let you go.”
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “Never.”
He stopped and I opened my eyes. Did he listen to me? But he'd never unless he has a better idea.
“Ethan . . .” I breathed, looking at his hooded eyes, the pupils dilating when he gazed at me.
I gulped nervously, tugging my hand, but he didn't let go. “Ethan, what are you doing?”
His lips curled when he kissed the corner of my mouth and purred in my ear, “I know how to make you cream—whoopsie, I meant to scream an apology for calling me an asswipe and weak.”
Uh-oh.
I snapped, “Maybe because you are weak and an asswipe!”
Ethan nuzzled his face in my neck, taking a deep breath, and I shuddered, feeling the warm puff of air. My heartbeat increased and my core throbbed painfully for his touch.
My pussy is a traitorous bitch when it comes to Ethan.
“You're going to pay for that, Bella,” he whispered kissing my neck, biting the soft skin and eliciting a soft moan from my lips.
I breathed heavily and joked, “I don't have a debit card, Ethan.”
He chuckled, the laugh rolling throatily and vibrating over me as I shivered underneath him. He pulled away with a gorgeous grin tugging his lips. “You're so random and weird.”
I winked at him in reply. Humor turned into feral lust as he lowered his hand, gauging my reaction when he cupped my throbbing sex through the shorts and squeezed, making me gasp.
“This will do for now,” he whispered, licking his lips.
For now? Okay, dicker boy. I am game.
I bit my lip, wanting to say something, when millions of emotions turmoiled into a storm in my head. But nothing came out. “Ethan, my hands,” I said.
I didn't ask. Because I was curious to know what he would do.
His mismatched dark eyes trailed up my arms and he smiled. “They're pretty and—”
I shot him a look, so he paused and kissed me on my lips. I kissed back, hungrily and desperately wanting to touch him. But he wouldn't budge, so I bit his lip, knowing well enough that I shouldn’t have done that.
He pulled away, smirking at me, and raked his eyes over my body.
“They look pretty up there. In fact”—I shivered when he trailed his finger down from my neck to the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it up, keeping his palm on my stomach—"you look beautiful like this. Especially your tits. They look fucking gorgeous and so round. I love them,” he growled and, leaning down, he kissed and bit my hardened nipple through my T-shirt.
I moaned and arched toward him when I felt wetness gush out of me. My panties are drenched. As much as I liked the blushing, shy, and quiet Ethan, I loved this side of him. He seemed like a whole other person. Wild, sexy, and confident with what he was doing.
“Please . . .” I heard myself say when he slowly lifted the tee up. I wanted his hands all over my body, touching me, pleasing me, and holding me as I came. I was burning and yearning for his touch.
Ethan tilted his head. “Please what?”
Fuck. You.
I exhaled sharply and didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I needed him to touch me right now. “Just touch me already, E,” I begged.
Finally, he lifted my T-shirt above my head. I thought my hands would be free and I would be able to touch him, but he stopped at my wrists and looked down at me, millions of emotions swirling in his blue-green eyes.
“Are you Christian Greying me right now?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
Ethan's face and neck flushed red and he stuttered, “W-well, uh, if . . . if you would like me to.”
I had no strength to say no to his flushed face when I knew the reason behind my soaking underwear. And I was curious.
“Yes, Ethan,” I said, my chest heaving rapidly, “I would like that.”
It was weird that I could hear Katherine's voice cheering me, ‘You go, you kinky, naughty woman! Dick him. Dick him hard!’
Ethan stilled and nodded. With a firm hand, he gently wrapped my T-shirt under and over my wrists, binding them together.
All the time, I stared at his face, his neck, the bulge in his pants and licked my lips.
With my lips apart and eyes wide, I saw how he removed his belt and I could feel my underwear getting wet just at the sight of him.
He wrapped the leather around my wrists.
He tugged at the loops of the T-shirt, satisfied with his work when I couldn’t move my hands. He leaned down and cupped my face. “Does that hurt?”
I tried tugging my hands and I was shocked that I couldn't move them.
The leather belt made it impossible to move my hands or wrists, and the soft fabric of my T-shirt made sure that my wrists wouldn't bruise if I tugged harder.
I realized that I couldn't use or move my hands and I was fully at Ethan's mercy.
Fuck.
“Nope, it doesn't!”
Shit, did I sound too excited and eager?
Ethan kissed me and whispered softly, “If I hurt you, tell me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
Satisfied with my answer, he peppered kisses down my throat and took his time to make a hickey at the swell of my breast while his fingers lowered inside my underwear.
I whimpered when his teasing fingers ran along my slick nether lips, ignoring my throbbing nub.
I groaned loudly when he bit my nipple through my bra.
“Ethan!” I whined, tugging my hand as he smirked mischievously, “Don't tease me.”
“Have some patience, Bella.” Ethan grinned down at me, making my heart and pussy throb.