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My dress rides higher along my thighs, and the heat of his stare follows, sliding down my body like a physical touch.

“Does that scare you, Ethan?” I purr, a malicious smirk playing on my lips.

I let my knees fall wider apart, the hem of my dress turning useless, the small triangle of my panties barely concealing anything.

Under his gaze, I might as well be naked, and I feel it—the shift in him, the hunger sharpening, rising, suffocating the air between us.

“Would you prefer a woman with more experience? Hmm?” My smile deepens, meaner now, more dangerous. “Maybe Jessica? Or Irina?” I add lightly, almost carelessly, as if the names mean nothing. “Should I call one of them in my place?”

His eyes remain locked on mine, hard and unblinking, but I know he’s seen everything. His chest rises heavier now, his jaw clenching once before he growls, thrown off balance for the first time.

“Who the hell is Jessica?”

A beat.

Then he shakes his head, resetting himself, but it doesn’t quite work.

“You can’t possibly be a virgin.”

Doubt. Uncertainty. Exactly what I wanted.

I lean back on my palms, arching just enough to give him a better view, my expression lazy, almost amused.

“You’ll only know for sure when you touch me.” I wink, letting my voice dip lower, deliberately echoing him. “How did you put it? Oh, yes… you’ll only know when your cock is buried deep inside my pussy.”

That does it.

A deep, guttural groan tears out of him, raw and uncontrolled.

“I’m not touching you until you tell me the truth,” he says, but there’s strain now, visible in the way his fingers drag through his hair, in the tension pulling tight across his shoulders. “It’s late and I’m not in the mood for games.”

My smile softens, blurring the line.

“But I thought you brought me here to play, Ethan.”

“No.” His voice drops, darker, rougher. “I brought you here to fuck you. To fuck you out of my head.”

He steps closer with every word, and I can feel the pressure building under his control.

“Tell me the truth.”

Stopping in front of me, he stands between my open legs, close enough that the heat of his body rolls over mine.

I lean forward, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging him down with me as I fall back onto the bed, guiding him until his body hovers over mine.

“You’ll find out if you try, Ethan,” I whisper against his lips.

For a beat, he hesitates. I can see the way his body stills, like something inside him is pushing back, pulling him in opposite directions.

Then it snaps.

“Fuck. You’re driving me crazy, woman.”

And just like that, the control is lost.

His mouth drops to my neck, hot and relentless, kissing, licking, then sucking gently, making my entire body shiver beneath him.

“This isn’t a fucking dress,” he growls into my ear, his voice vibrating through me. “And all I’ve wanted since the moment you stepped on that stage was to rip it off you.”