Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 41: "Ethan, have you lost your mind?" she gasped as a passionate kiss landed on her neck, and his hand firmly grasped her throat, tilting her head back. "Getting bold, aren't we, Nyla? Cozying up with Murray now? Haven't you learned anything? Or do you need more than one man now?" Ethan's grip wandered across her hips, each touch sending a different sensation through her, causing her cheeks to redden. Their two years together had made them deeply familiar with each other's bodies. Ethan's hand expertly provoked her, focusing persistently on one particularly irritating spot.

"Stop touching me! Why should you care who I'm with?" Nyla exclaimed. The physical mismatch was glaring as Nyla tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was unyielding. "Why should I care? I'll show you exactly why it matters!" Ethan replied, his actions intensifying, thrusting deep into her. "You're a bastard! Let go of me, Ethan!" Nyla cried out, the pain not just physical but deeply emotional. Why was she always the target of aggression? "Why am I always the one being tormented?" she said, her voice breaking, reaching Ethan in a moment of clarity.

He slowed down, his grip loosening as he turned her face toward him, only to see tears streaming down her cheeks. "You torment me! So do Ryland and Trevor. You're all the same! Don't touch me!" In her distress, Nyla's hand flew up and struck Ethan's face by accident. The slap stunned them both. The tension in the air disappeared immediately. Your escape begins at gⱯlnσνℓs․com Nyla glanced at her hand, and then at the reddening mark on Ethan's face, her eyes filling with tears once more. Seeing her shocked, tearful expression, Ethan was a mix of irritation and amusement.

"You hit me, and now you're crying?" Nyla sniffed and averted her gaze. "You had it coming. Why are you always so harsh?" "Nyla, think about it. When have I ever really been cruel to you? Are you drawn to Murray because he promises you something better?" Ethan questioned, his possessiveness flaring as the image of Nyla and Murray standing close flashed through his mind. Nyla's brief pangs of guilt vanished, replaced by defiance. She glared at Ethan, her voice cold.

"Is that what you think of me, that I'm just trading myself?" "Do you recall how you first ended up in my bed?" Ethan's blunt inquiry cast Nyla into deep gloom. Time had shown that he harbored no affection for her. For two years, Nyla had devoted her heart to him, enduring repeated rejections. Each time she returned her heart to him, it became increasingly tattered and bloodied. . . .