Chapter 119 Ruined for Hot Dogs
Where on earth did Ethan think I'd remember his favorite position? Every time we were together, I ended up completely dazed, with only one thought afterward: this man was terrifyingly powerful.
He wasn't human!
He was already quite large, and though I had no comparison, I could tell from the struggle to accommodate him that he was definitely above average.
And his stamina was incredible—lasting at least forty minutes each time.
I had no idea which position he preferred, just that he was fierce as a wolf during intimacy.
So I answered the first thing that came to mind: "From behind, I guess."
Ethan's expression turned triumphant, his smile both mischievous and wicked. "Bingo."
Looking at his smugly satisfied face, my brain short-circuited and I blurted out, "You know, I just realized you and Blake are actually quite similar. You really are uncle and nephew."
The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to bite off my own tongue.
Sure enough, Ethan's eyes darkened dangerously, and he suddenly bit down on my lip.
What followed was me first being bent over the sofa for more than half an hour, then carried to the bed where I remained on my hands and knees.
"Don't ever compare me to other men," Ethan growled, abruptly flipping me onto my back. His large hands gripped my waist, lifting me high before bringing me down hard. "Don't let there be a next time, understand?"
"I understand," I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, answering weakly.
Ethan pulled me against his chest, kissing my lips while his breathing remained heavy. "Say you love me."
I refused, pressing my lips tightly together, as if I'd lost my voice.
His hand pressed firmly against the small of my back. "Say it," he demanded.
I cried out, quickly biting my lower lip to stifle the sound. I looked at him with wet eyes, my expression stubbornly defiant.
Ethan turned me around again, each movement more forceful than the last, commanding me: "Say you love me, Olivia. Say you love me. Say it!"
I had no choice but to give in. "I—I love you," I said, my voice trembling.
"Who do you love?" Ethan pressed himself against my back, his voice hoarse with demand.
"You," I answered, my breathing unsteady. "I love you, Ethan."
Ethan held me close, his voice dropping to a deep, satisfied laugh. "Say it again, baby. Say it again."
I collapsed onto the pillow, breaking into tears.
Ethan supported himself with one hand beside me, while the other gently stroked my damp shoulder. Between heavy breaths, he asked, "Is loving me such a painful thing?"
I cried even harder.
Ethan sighed in resignation. "Fine. Don't love me if you don't want to. Just stop crying."
The next morning when I got up, my eyes were predictably swollen.
Standing at the sink, I examined my puffy eyelids in the mirror. I had just turned on the cold water to wash my face when a sudden warm flow surged from inside me.
I realized my period had started.
When I went downstairs to the dining room, I was clutching my stomach.
Ethan frowned. "What's wrong?"
"My period started." I met his dark, brooding gaze. "It's not like I'm doing this on purpose," I hastily explained. "It's just that time of month. I can't control it. Your timing was just unlucky."
When Ethan's expression remained stony, I added in a quieter voice, "Besides, last night you had me so many times. It's not like you didn't get any."
In total, there had been six times.
On the bed, in the shower, on the sofa.
Not counting the earlier session at the Horizon Club's hot spring.
The worst was the sofa—my recently purchased bean bag that was now covered in stains. It was beyond salvaging and would have to be thrown away.
Ethan pulled out a chair for me, his voice low and intense. "You owe me. We'll make it up in seven days."
After I sat down, I looked up at him. "What do you mean, I owe you?"
Ethan's lips curled into a smirk. "If you don't want to owe me, then..." He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my ear and whispering, "Use the back entrance."
I covered my ears with both hands, shaking my head frantically. "No, no, no! I won't!"
I continued shaking my head while leaning backward, nearly toppling off the chair until Ethan caught me by the shoulders and pulled me against him. "Sit properly."
I glared at him, face red. "Then you better not... not from behind."
Ethan smirked. "That depends on your performance."
"Performance of what?" I asked suspiciously. "Want me to perform some circus trick?"
Ethan pressed his finger to my chest. "No tricks needed, but you could perform a..." He whispered two words in my ear: "Hot dog."
I froze as my mind pictured two pieces of bread with a sausage between them.
Oh my God!
I was screaming inside!
That innocent food was forever ruined for me. I'd never be able to look at a hot dog the same way again.
After breakfast, I changed into a new outfit: Chanel's latest fall collection dress with a caramel-colored trench coat and ankle boots.
I wasn't wearing tights under the dress—not even skin-toned ones—just bare legs.
Ethan's eyes fell on my exposed calves, and his brow furrowed with disapproval. "Change it. Wear long pants."
I looked at him in surprise. "Why?" I tugged at the hem of my dress. "This isn't even a short dress. It goes below my knees. I'm only showing a bit of calf."
"It's cold out," Ethan said. "Don't expose your legs."
I blinked innocently. "But I don't feel cold."
Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Then you look best with nothing on."
I bit my lip in frustration, finally giving in and changing into wide-leg jeans with a white high-waisted knit top.
Ethan's eyes fixed on the glimpse of pale skin at my midriff and the hint of my navel, his brow immediately creasing into a deep frown.
I pulled my trench coat around me. "Is this acceptable now?"
"Button up your coat. All the way," Ethan commanded.
"I'm not going," I declared, crossing my arms and plopping down on the sofa in defiance.
Ethan shrugged. "Fine. Then we'll stay home and go back to bed."
Before I could react, he approached me, hands already moving to undress me.
I quickly pushed his hands away. "Fine, fine! I'll change the top. Happy?"
In the end, I exchanged the cropped knit top for a long-sleeved T-shirt, tucking the hem into my jeans and leaving the trench coat open.
"How about now?" I stood before Ethan, my expression a mixture of helplessness and resignation. "Is this acceptable?"
"Perfect. Both warm and beautiful." Ethan leaned closer, placing a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth. "You can show me whatever you want when we get home tonight. Expose as much as you'd like."