Chapter 9 He Wants to Claim Her as His Own

On the beach road not far away, a black Bugatti suddenly came to a halt.

Ethan’s deep and narrow eyes gazed into the darkness, his gaze fixed on the figure swaying with the waves not far away on the sea.

He had seen her wanton and seductive in bed, seen her cunning as a fox at daytime banquets, and seen her bold and domineering on a motorcycle in the night.

But this version of her, he saw for the first time.

Ava was like a helmsman on a long voyage, familiar with this sea after countless journeys, cleansed by the waves.

Her long hair was tightly tied at the back of her head, her face indiscernible from a distance, but he could see her slender legs tightly pressed against the surfboard, even causing the waves to go wild for her.

The fiery sensation beneath his abdomen surged instantly, straight to his chest.

Never had any woman made him feel so tortured.

At this moment, Ethan admitted what she said.

He wanted to claim her as his own.

And more importantly, he wanted to fuck her.

Ethan got out of the car and walked towards the shore. His extraordinary figure instantly attracted many eyes, including that of Ava, who had returned from surfing.

She gracefully surfed back to shore and approached him. "Mr. Davis, miss me so soon?"

Ethan's hand was in his pocket, while the other wrapped around her waist, ignoring the surrounding gaze. "Is that not allowed?"

"It's allowed." Ava glanced at her surfboard, then looked at him mischievously. "Mr. Davis, dare to play once?"

He answered, "Why not?"

Moments later, Ethan stood on the small surfboard with her, his arms around her waist from behind.

She said, "Mr. Davis, follow my lead, don't worry, I won't let you fall into the sea."

"If we fall, we'll feed the sharks together." Ethan chuckled, feeling the conquering sense of the sea belonging to men surging in his chest.

"Set sail!" With a coquettish glance, Ava and the man behind her plunged into the sea with the incoming waves.

The sea breeze blew past their ears, a sense of unprecedented excitement and stimulation, far more exhilarating than securing several international collaborations.

Ethan's long-sealed heart seemed to have been suddenly pierced by an arrow, bursting open, and countless tides surged towards him.

The two of them, like night eagles shuttling on the sea, rising and falling with the waves.

It wasn't until they were tired from playing that they returned to shore.

Watching the fine beads of sweat on Ava's forehead and her passionate smile, a strong impulse rose in Ethan's heart.

He wanted to completely imprison this woman and firmly encircle her within his walls.

She could only belong to him.

Ethan knew that this woman was different from others. She had clear goals and was as cunning as a fox, and no one could tie her down.

Just like now, even though she had been stripped of all her wings by Tyrone, she could still extend her claws towards Etha, seeking the most reliable ally.

Ethan suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely on her slightly swollen lips.

Ava returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, the two of them clinging tightly to each other.

By now, the shore was almost deserted, with only this pair of embracing figures standing out abruptly on the shore.

The sound of waves rolling over the sand echoed in their ears, like the close beats of lovers.

After who knows how long, Ethan finally let her go, looking at her lips, slightly swollen from his kiss, his rough fingers caressing them.

She said, "Mr. Davis, did you have a good time?"

He just looked at her, his expression concealed beneath his thick, straight lashes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

But Ava knew that she had succeeded again.

At least for now, she had taken one step closer to this man's heart.