Chapter 260 Summoned
Chapter 260 Summoned
Before Millie could answer, the low rumble of a car engine broke the quiet, pulling up outside the picket fence. A man in a black suit stepped out, his posture stiff, and approached the gate, his eyes scanning the yard.
“Miss Millie,” he called. “Time to go.”
Millie’s stomach twisted. She stood, forcing a small smile for Clara. “I’ll call you later,” she said, squeezing Clara’s hand before grabbing her bag.
Clara nodded, her clouded eyes following the sound of Millie’s steps. “Take care, Mills.”
Millie walked to the car, the man holding the door open as she slid inside. The engine purred, and as the house faded behind her, she leaned her head against the window, her mind swirling. Clara’s question about happiness lingered in her chest. She didn’t know where she was going, only that the road ahead felt uncertain.
She soon stepped into Ethan’s sprawling house, her footsteps echoing on the polished hardwood as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. She pushed open the door to a grand bedroom, where Ethan was pacing, adjusting his cufflinks in preparation for a meeting. The room was dimly lit, with heavy curtains framing a view of the city skyline, and the air carried the faint scent of his cologne.
“You’re finally here,” Ethan said, pausing mid-step. His eyes raked over her, slow and deliberate, a spark of hunger flickering in his gaze.
“I went to see Clara,” Millie replied as she began to undress, peeling off her jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
“How is she?” Ethan asked, but his attention remained fixed on her every movement.
“Same as last week,” Millie said, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse until she stood in nothing but her underwear.
Ethan closed the distance between them, his presence commanding as he stopped inches from her. “I told everyone I’d meet them in forty-five minutes,” he murmured. “But with you standing there like that, Amelia, you’re making it damn hard to be punctual.”
Millie’s lips curved into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She started to turn away, but Ethan’s hand shot out, gently but firmly grasping her wrist, anchoring her in place. He tilted her chin up with his thumb, forcing her to meet his gaze, while his other hand guided hers downward, pressing her palm against the growing bulge beneath his pants.
“Touch me,” he said.
Millie held his stare, her breath catching as she complied. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection from his boxer briefs. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, their eyes locked in a silent, electric exchange.
“Do you want me in your mouth, Amelia?” Ethan asked, his tone suggesting what he craved.
Millie sank to her knees, positioning herself between his legs. She parted her lips, and Ethan gathered her hair in his hand, guiding himself into her mouth with a controlled thrust.
“Take all of me, sweetheart,” Ethan urged as he pushed deeper, the tip brushing the back of her throat.
His breaths grew heavy, groans escaping as his pleasure built. “Fuck, I’m close,” he rasped, his grip tightening in her hair as he continued to move. “Swallow for me, like the good woman you are.”
Millie nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as warmth flooded her throat. She struggled briefly, a soft gag escaping as Ethan’s release overwhelmed her, a few drops escaping the corners of her mouth. He thrust once more, then stilled, his breathing ragged.
As the intensity faded, Ethan gently pulled back, his hand lingering on her cheek. Millie rose, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her gaze meeting his. For a moment, neither spoke—desire, vulnerability, and the weight of their complicated bond hung between them.
Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes darkened with renewed hunger. He guided Millie to the plush carpet. He parted her thighs, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned in, spitting gently to slick her folds before drawing them into his mouth with slow, teasing pulls. Millie’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to his touch.
Rising, Ethan positioned himself above her, entering her with a deep, forceful thrust that sent her breasts swaying rhythmically. Millie moaned, her back arching off the carpet, her hands clutching the fibers beneath her. Ethan gripped her thighs, lifting them higher, his pace relentless as he drove into her, each movement fueling their shared urgency.
“That’s it, Amelia,” he growled. “Come for me. Scream—let me hear you.”
“Ethan!” Millie’s cries filled the room, her hips bucking as a shattering orgasm tore through her, her body trembling under its force. Ethan followed moments later, his own release surging as he pushed for a second climax. At the peak, he gave her thigh a sharp, possessive slap, unloading inside her with a low groan. His breaths came in heavy gasps, and he staggered back, collapsing onto the edge of the bed to catch his breath, his strength momentarily spent.
On the carpet, Millie curled into herself, her chest heaving as she fought to steady her breathing. She closed her eyes, the aftershocks of pleasure mingling with the weight of her thoughts. When she opened her eyes, Ethan stood before her, already dressed in his tailored suit, adjusting his tie.
“Don’t bother putting clothes on, sweetheart,” he said, meeting her gaze.
Millie propped herself up on her elbows, still catching her breath. “What?”
His lips curved into a sly smile. “You know how much I prefer you naked around here. See you tonight.” He grabbed his jacket and strode out, the door clicking shut behind him.
Millie remained on the floor, the city lights filtering through the curtains. Her thoughts churned.