Chapter 160 I Just Want to Kiss and Fuck You!

Chapter 160 I Just Want to Kiss and Fuck You!
Ethan tilted his head and took the blow head-on. "Is that it? Don't you want to hit me hard?"
Lydia gasped for air, clenched her fists, and let her arms hang stiffly at her sides.
The palm that had slapped him still burned with pain.
But Ethan didn't react at all.
Wasn't he supposed to slap her back?
Ethan looked down at her.
He cupped her small face in his large hand and pulled her toward his lips.
Suddenly, he laughed, his voice hoarse. "With that little bit of strength you've got, it's not even enough to tickle what's down there!"
Lydia was both furious and flustered.
"You pervert! You thug!"
To Ethan's ears, her feeble, feigned anger sounded more like a whine.
He pressed his forehead against hers and laughed wildly. "Baby, you get it now, don't you?"
Lydia nodded frantically in fear.
What would await her if he dragged her back?
She lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together tightly.
She absolutely couldn't let him take her back!
She shoved him away with all her strength and glanced over at Miles and his henchmen—a lifeline she'd just grabbed hold of.
Ethan only had Boris by his side.
They couldn't possibly beat Miles's men, could they?
As long as she could hold Ethan off, she'd have a chance to escape.

Lydia sprinted toward Miles. "Miles, run!"
Miles turned around.
"Lydia..."
Lydia had barely taken a few steps when her wrist was seized.
Her scream got stuck in her throat.
The world spun around her as Ethan scooped her up by the waist and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
"You bastard! Put me down!"
Lydia pounded on his back.
Ignoring her, Ethan smirked.
The more she cursed, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
He turned his head and glanced at Boris. "Boris, you handle the rest!"
"Leave it to me, Mr. Edwards!"
Boris nodded and raised his hand to block Miles, who was about to rush forward to rescue her. "Miles, care to play a little game?"
Watching Lydia being carried away, Miles's gaze instantly turned cold.
"All by yourself? I've got over twenty henchmen right here!"
Boris smiled. "I'm an international mercenary, for the record. And I didn't come alone..."

Ethan hoisted Lydia into the bulletproof Rolls-Royce parked outside the racetrack.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I'm taking you to be locked up—and to have your legs broken!"
Lydia slumped limply into the backseat.
She scrambled to her feet in a daze and frantically tried to push open the car door.
"It's no use, baby. Just give in."
Ethan had already locked the doors.
He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car sped off.
His eyes churned with dark rage that threatened to tear her to pieces.
He smirked. "You'd better do something useful, like hug me or kiss me..."
Furious, Lydia shouted, "Mr. Edwards, don't force me to get rough!"
Though she was clearly seething, her voice remained soft, lacking any real bite.
Ethan glanced at her through the rearview mirror and chuckled. "Can't keep up the act anymore? Do you recognize me now?"
Lydia really couldn't keep up the act anymore.
This man was much harder to fool than she'd expected.
She looked away. "I just need quiet."
"Perfect. Uncle doesn't feel like talking either." Ethan laughed.
"All I want is to kiss you, to fuck you!"
He got out of the car and hoisted her onto an ultra-luxury, private sightseeing cruise ship docked at the pier.
Logan Kowalski was in charge of this massive cruise ship.
He bowed as he opened the door to the ship's most luxurious suite, the Royal Presidential Duplex.
The suite featured a private elevator, dining room, home theater, swimming pool, and personal butler service.
"Mr. Edwards, please!"
"Get lost! Don't scare my baby; she's shy!"
Logan hadn't even had a chance to get a good look at the girl Ethan was carrying.
"Bang!"
The door to the cruise ship suite slammed shut.

No sooner had Lydia’s feet touched the ground than her wrist was seized in a brutal grip.
Ethan pressed her hand against the door and pinned her against it.
He pressed her back tightly against the cold door, and she flinched instinctively.
He trapped her between his chest and the door, pressing his knee against the crook of her trembling leg.
Lydia’s breath caught for a moment.
She tried to break free, but Ethan’s kiss crashed against her neck, leaving red marks across her neck.
"Baby, you’ve been gone for four days," Ethan said hoarsely.
His eyes brimmed with scorching anticipation. “Did you miss me?”
His chest pressed against hers, and the surging heat made her heart race.
Lydia hurriedly turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
The scenes of his men shooting her dad dead flashed in her mind.
Lydia fought back her emotions, pouting. "No, I haven't wasted a single second on a bad guy like you."
Ethan froze.
His scorching breath lingered in the soft crook of her neck.
His eyes darkened.
He lifted her head to look at him.
“A waste of time, huh? Well, I’ll make sure your mind is filled with nothing but me. Remember how you moaned underneath me!"