Patient man
Adea
The world was spinning and I struggled to see straight. I took deep breaths to try and ground myself. Shifting from one foot to the other I hoped it would help, but it didn’t. I needed to snap out of it and pull myself together. This was the worst time to feel ill or get dizzy. I would not be the weak female lead like the ones I read in novels. I had read so many and I knew the type. Most of the time, the heroines in the romance novels I found in the novels that littered my shelves were useless. They didn’t fight back, they couldn’t because they were unable to do anything by themselves. The sweet and gentle heroine needed someone tall, handsome, and strong to come in and fight her battles for her.
This was a classic moment where the female lead would faint and her hero would crash through the door. He’d pull out his sword and fight the villain. They would fight to the death and would end with the villain dead on the floor. I wanted it, wished for it, but I knew better. This was no fairy tale and my prince charming had left me. I would not be that frail pathetic woman. I wasn’t Cinderella and it was about time I realized that Prince Charming wasn’t going to come and save me.
The world finally stopped spinning and my knees locked. I looked down at my hands that gripped Ethan’s arms as if he was my savior. Disgusted, I pushed back away from him. I looked up into his eyes and was relieved to find that his wolf was no longer fighting him for control. A vein in his temple pulsed and he closed his eyes. I watched as he clenched his jaw.
My hands released their grip on him and I leaned back. I put my weight against the door behind me as I tried to get as far away from him as possible. Noticing my actions, he growled low and reached for me. There was nowhere for me to run and soon made contact. His fingers dug into my skin before he pulled me flush against his body. I was repulsed as my soft body molded with his hard one.
I don’t fucking thing so.
I clenched my hands into fists. I didn’t care where I hit him, my fists went flying. They bounced off of his chest and he gripped both of my wrists with one hand. My eyes widened in shock as I raised my chin so that I could look up at him. Ethan’s emerald eyes glared at me. He was angry and I knew why. He leaned down and dragged his nose from my collar bone up to my ear. I turned my head to look away from him.
“There’s no point in fight me, Adealine. I’m strong and you’re weak. You’ll only make it worse on yourself. It’s only you and me here and no one is going to come for you. The sooner you realize that you belong to me the better. I’m not a patient man. The more you fight, the more you try to get away from me, the more you turn me on. Remember that,” Ethan growled.
To prove his point he thrust his hips forward and I froze as his hardness dug into my stomach. As if he needed to remind me of the difference in strength between the two of us. I gulped uncomfortably. I know I’m weak but that’s not going to stop me from fighting. I’ll be damned if I just lay here and let him do what he wants to me.
“Nod so that I know you understand,” Ethan murmured. I could feel his warm breath against my skin. I wanted to knee him in the balls. I want to tell him to fuck himself but I opt for nodding instead. “I’m trying not to ruin our first night Adealine.” Ethan throws my wrists down and takes a step back. “I’m trying to be civil,” Ethan said as he pulled one arm after the other out of the sleeves of the navy blue tailcoat. The gold buttons twinkled as he threw the coat to the floor. “I’m going to ask you a few questions. If you don’t want to further test my patience and anger me more than you already have today,” Ethan pauses as he clenched his jaw, “you’ll answer them.”
He unbuttoned the tight collar around his neck and I watched in horror as he started on the buttons. Ignoring the look on my face he made his way to the edge of my bed. When he sat down he stopped unbuttoning about halfway down his shirt. I could see his muscular chest but it did nothing for me. I didn’t miss the red scratch marks that peaked out from under the shirt.
I didn’t think it possible but I stand corrected. Ethan disgusted me even more. Why was he so obsessed with having me when he was sleeping with other women? What was it about me that encouraged this need to have me? He ran his hand through his hair, ruining the neat way it had been brushed. Ethan sat up straight and put his hands on the bed at his sides.
“Am I supposed to stare up at you all night? Sit down,” Ethan demanded.
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