Caged By Him

Tempted

Ethan shifted uneasily on his bed. He was feeling weird, because of a woman? He didn't want to admit it but that's the truth. Whenever he closes his eyes and tries to sleep her emerald eyes and plump lips come into his vision making him wake up all sweaty and hard. He couldn't help but imagine taking her, the way her lips quivered and eyes widened in sheer terror amused him to no extent. She did nothing voluntarily but those involuntary actions and responses, God! He loved it.

Ethan has seen many types of beauties, tall ones, short ones, blondies, brunettes, hot, skinny, stunning and many more but Jasmine was different. She's simple, elegant and timid, with long black hair, emerald shiny eyes, pointed nose, snow white skin which has natural blush and that full thick pink lips and that freckles, God they were a cherry on top. She has a different type of beauty, a beauty he had never seen, a rare combination of features. A piece of Art.

He couldn't really scan her body as she was wearing baggy clothes, it somehow made him disappointed. He wanted to see the remaining art too. If her face is this beautiful then how will her body look? And that thought was enough to make him hard.

Ethan sat on the bed, turning around he grabbed the glass bottle and chugged the water in one go. He was thirsty, he was feeling a different type of thirst.

Ethan took deep breaths to calm his breathing after drinking the water in one go. That made him breathless. He slowly ran his fingers through his hair and fell back into the bed, once again closed his eyes, wanting to sleep peacefully. Hardly a minute passed when Ethan's eyes snapped open. Again, visions of her messed with his mind as well as sleep.

How the hell did she manage to get inside his head and play with his sanity? They know each other for only two days and here he is, having not so good thoughts about her, his prisoner.

He never imagined nor wished for any girl. If he wants any then he will get them. Girls tried to hit on him and him being the pervert loved each and every bit of it. And now he's dreaming about a girl who went against him and talked back to him. A girl who has the guts to lie to him and look into his eyes with anger and disgust. It's no doubt that she hates him, maybe more than anything, he may be the last person she wanted to see yet that attracted him to her.

Sighing heavily he stood up, really needing a cold shower. He needs distraction and the best way is nothing but alcohol.

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Ethan came out of his room, closing the door behind him. His eyes landed on the big clock which displayed 2:45 am. It's a new day, and here he is thinking it's still yesterday night.

With a cigarette in between his lips he descended the stairs, while making zero noise, just like how a cat walks.

Silence engulfed the whole penthouse as everyone was immersed in sleeping except him. Even though it was dark and black he could see things well. Maybe because of living in the same penthouse for years or because of his sharp eyesight. He walked towards the balcony on the other end and stood there, placing elbows on the railing he stared outside with emotionless eyes.

Calm, peace... The nature looked very serene.
No disturbance, everyone resting after a tiring day. Even the trees and plants were sleeping, relaxing their branches. The birds and animals were on their nests and lands. The air was calm and cool, brushing his face and bare chest.

Ethan rarely got time to spend like this. He led a busy life which made him focus only on it. Growing up abroad changed him into the playboy and arrogant man he is now. The air of freedom and his so-called friends turned him into the monster he is. Maybe he wouldn't end up like this if he grew up beside his mother and father, No? He chuckled when he recalled how he persuaded his father to send him abroad for further studies.

Seeing all the rich students being transferred to schools abroad, he became jealous and forced his parents to send him too but living in a country with complete strangers was more difficult than he thought. He missed his parents, his bestfriends, his home and everything but will he admit it? NO! His new friends were completely opposite from his old ones. Simply they were bullies and eventually he became one of them too.

Ethan crushed the cigarette butt and turned around, probably towards his room. Just when he took two steps he stopped. His gaze went towards the light which peeped behind the door. He stared at the door for some time, debating with his inner self whether to go and see her and the door and light like a magnet attracted him towards it.

Without his knowledge he was in front of her room. Slowly without making any sound he pushed the door open. And the first thing his eyes caught was her sleeping form. She was sleeping peacefully after snatching his sleep.

Even though the position made her uncomfortable she didn't mind it, sleep is more important.

Ethan felt an intense urge to wake her up and kiss her until she would turn breathless when her parted lips came into his sinful eyes. The urge was so intense that it made him walk closer to her, like a thief. He sat on his one knee, matching her level as she was still tied in the chair.

Ethan licked his lips when she tilted her head to the other side while moaning softly. And that sound made him reckless, he was already hard and now she made it painfully hard.

A few strands of Jasmine's hair fell into her face when she moved her head to the other side. Those strands were short, probably from the curtain bangs, swaying here and there with the air, disturbing her sleep.

Jasmine's brows knitted together when her hair brushed against her cheeks and nose, making her feel itchy but soon contracted when a hand removed that from her face and tucked it behind her earlobe.

Ethan couldn't help but tuck that strand behind her ear lobe so he can see her face clearly. His hands refused to leave her head after tucking it, it rested on her hair, feeling it's softness. He slowly dragged his hand down to her face, caressing her puffy apple red cheeks with his knuckles. Jasmine flinched a little but didn't wake up and that's when he realized she's a heavy sleeper.

His fingers then slowly and sensually traced towards her rosy petals. He closed his eyes, feeling the tenderness. They were soft just like he imagined. It felt amazing against his fingers, how it would feel against his own lips? His thoughts ran wild.

He slowly parted her lips and pressed on her lower lip with his thumb. He then rubbed his thumb against it and went further down to her jawline. He cautiously traced her jawline, from jawline angle to her chin and slowly tilted her head up.

Ethan closed his eyes in pure bliss, she smells like cocoa butter, so pleasing, so captivating. And he wanted nothing more than to ravish her and make her smell like him, just like how his things smell like him.

"You made me sleepless tonight woman" he chuckled and snuggled his head on her neck, sniffing her. He licked there ever so gently, before placing a tender kiss above and whispered,

"Now your sleepless nights are coming, flower. So sleep as much as you can now"

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