Chapter 6 She Didn't Knock

• POV: Harper
• “Finally, I get to have you all to myself,” he whispered in my ears, kissing my earlobe and biting gently on it.
• "What does he think you're doing?" I ask within me, trying to hide the way his touch makes me shiver with desire. I lay facing the wall, pretending to be asleep, refusing to respond to his Seduction.
• "You looked so stressed, my love. What is bothering you?" he asks. My heart races as his hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that burns only for him. He kisses my neck, leaving trails of wetness in his wake, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel myself becoming more aroused with each passing second, but a part of me still hesitates. I have so many questions I want to ask him, and it’s bothering me so much.
• “Why does he care so much about Serena and her sister?” It's so crazy to think that he listened to her complain but refused to listen to me. I ignored him completely, trying so hard to curb my desires. He sure knows the right places to touch and get me aroused. He is doing things to me that I just can't resist. Within me I wondered how long I can keep this up, how long can I resist his Seduction?
• "You really think this is a good idea? You think this is the right time to give me the silent treatment?" He asks, tipping my head to plant a kiss on my lips as he looks into my eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or reluctance. He smirks when I moan with pleasure at his touch, his fingers trailing up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightie.
• “Come on, Harper, I have missed you so much, munchkin. You have no idea what you do to me; you have no idea how much I’ve missed your touch,” he taunts, his voice dripping with desire.
• I bite my lip, torn between wanting to run away and surrendering completely to the pleasure that my husband is offering. Gosh, I’ve missed him so much; this is all I’ve thought about all week. My hormones are literally on fire; I need him so badly. But at the same time, I am so confused and disturbed by so many questions in my head.
• "I don't know, my love. I’m just so stressed out by her presence," I admit reluctantly, feeling the weight of their connection and past pressing against my chest.
• "Well then, let me show you just how much fun this can be. Let me take the stress off you and make you forget about everything else, except me and my hands on your perfect body," he whispers seductively in my ear before pulling away slightly to gaze into my eyes once more.
• I gasp as his lips crash into mine, capturing my mouth with a hunger that matches mine. His hands roam over my body once again, squeezing my ass firmly before pulling my hips toward him. I can feel the bulge in his briefs pressing against my thigh, making me even more aware of the desperate need and passion between us.
• He smirks against my lips before suddenly pulling me closer, giving me no time to react. He rips the nightie off my shoulders and down to the ground in one fluid motion, exposing my red lace bra, his favorite color.
• "Holy shit," he gasps as he takes in the sight before him.
• “How do you do it, Harper?
• How do you look more beautiful every fucking time?
• Every damn time I set my eyes on you, it seems just like the first time. You are so sweet, my love, so perfect,” he tells me, kissing me passionately. My moans grow louder as his lips and tongue explore every inch of my mouth before moving down to my breasts. The wetness between my legs intensifies, and I can feel the desire building inside me.
• "Are you ready for me, baby?" he asks, smiling at me. I look up at him with a smirk of defiance before pulling him toward my lips for another searing kiss.
• "You know I am,” I respond, smiling right back at him.
• "You're so wet, so sweet," he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough with desire as he kisses me passionately, sending waves of passionate pleasure coursing through every nerve in my body. I can feel my juices sliding down my thighs, I'm so ready to have his dick buried within me, filling me up.
• Just then, our passionate moment is interrupted by a loud scream coming from the other side of the house, the guest room to be precise. Ethan pauses for a moment before my side abruptly. I let out a frustrated groan as I immediately feel empty without him inside.
• "What's wrong?" I ask with confusion and anger lacing my tone. Before he can answer me, the door is pushed open from the outside, and Serena walks into our room without knocking, hugging herself and sobbing dramatically.
• “Ethan…
• I need you with me…
• I had a terrible nightmare about my parents…” she sobs sadly. Before I can understand what is happening, he gets up from the bed and puts on his clothes as fast as he can before going to hug and comfort her.
• “Come here, I’ll walk you back to your room,” he tells her, leading her out of the room. I am so surprised that I can’t utter a word. He doesn’t spare me a second glance, and she makes sure I see the pride and satisfaction on her face as she walks out with him.
• “What just happened here?” I ask myself after they leave.