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

Chapter 87: The restless knot inside him tightened. He stood abruptly, pulling her into his arms and gripping her chin firmly. "Nyla, where's your dignity? Hmm? Haven't you always lectured me about it? So, why abandon it now? Would you agree to just any man?" Nyla's face flushed with humiliation, her eyes brimming with tears as the weight of her grievances spilled over. "Ethan, do you have to humiliate me like this?" His expression softened slightly as he noticed her reddened eyelids. He wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb, though his tone remained sharp.

"Aren't you bringing this on yourself? Fine, I'll agree to your terms, but..." His grip on her slender waist tightened, and he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "You'll be my secretary. Crestwave Group will continue collaborating with your studio-I won't force it to merge with Crestwave. But you? You'll work at Crestwave. And you'll move back to Cloudscape Mansion. If I don't see you, even once, the treatment stops immediately." Nyla turned her head slightly, meeting his intense gaze.

She couldn't decipher his intentions, but her heart pushed her toward an answer she couldn't resist. "Alright," she murmured, following her instincts. They stood close, the tension between them palpable. Nyla's beige sweater peeked out from under her coat, and Ethan's hand rested on her waist, their breaths mingling in the charged air. His lips curled into a faint smirk. "Since you've agreed to do whatever I say, show me." Nyla hesitated, her body trembling slightly. "Can we go back first and-" Ethan's displeased expression cut her off mid-sentence.

Swallowing her protest, she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It had been a while since their last intimate moment-an encounter in the hospital-and Nyla felt uncertain, her movements awkward. Unforgettable stories on gⱯlnσνs․ço Ethan noticed and bit her neck lightly, a growl escaping his lips. "What's this? You were with Murray, weren't you? Why so clumsy now?" A soft moan escaped her as she tilted her head back in pain. "No... I wasn't," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Her denial sent a wave of heat coursing through Ethan, and without another word, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the lounge. The compact room held a bed he used for nights spent at work. Nyla had spent a couple of nights here before, but never like this. Ethan lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress as he pinned her wrists with one hand, his other tracing the curve of her waist. "What do you mean, then?" he pressed, his voice heavy with unresolved emotion.

"Did he penetrate you here?" His fingers pressed hard on her private part, his emotions spilling over in every word. Even if it was something he didn't want, he wouldn't let anyone else touch it. Nyla shuddered, pain flashing across her face as tears slipped from her eyes. "No-no one but you, Ethan. Please... don't treat me like this." Her answer seemed to appease him, softening his movements, though his desire burned fiercely. Days of restraint fueled his intensity, even as he tried to be gentler. . . .