Chapter 80: Is This How It Ends?

ELLIE

"Wait." Ethan grabbed my arm before I could get into my car.

I looked at him, feeling both anger and a tightness in my chest.

"What?"

"I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure yet."

"You mean, you weren’t sure about us?"

"No. But it’s my job..."

"No. You don’t need to explain." I said before getting into my car and driving away.

*

I unlocked the door to my apartment.

"You can’t understand that my job is important, but you want me to be understanding about you still living next door to your ex?" he said behind me, making me turn to face him.

"Why are you here? I don’t want to argue. I’m tired."

"Great. So am I."

"Then leave!"

"No. I can’t..." He stepped closer stopping right in front of me. "Because I’m so fucking mad at you that I know I won’t be able to sleep."

"Then you’re going to be awake all night, because I’m not going to argue with you right now," I retorted through gritted teeth.

His face was inches from mine, and anger flashed in his brown eyes.

"Great..." he shot back through clenched teeth, then kissed me.

His lips covered mine in a hungry, rough kiss, while his hands gripped my hips possessively.

Without letting me go, he pushed me backward, forcing us into my apartment.

I heard the door slam shut as I poured all my anger into his lips. His touch became rougher, grabbing my ass and pressing me against his cock.

I lost my breath, feeling all my anger transform into desire. A wild and desperate desire that had been waiting to break free since he left for his trip.

It was exactly what I had wanted to do the moment I saw him that morning. I used my hands to rid him of his jacket, sliding it off his arms.

Then I tried to get rid of his tie and shirt, but he stopped me, pushing my hands away and grabbing my neck.

He stared at me with a serious expression, both of us panting. Raising his free hand, he tore my white blouse open with force, sending the buttons flying. I gasped in response.

"Asshole..." I growled.

That made him tighten his grip around my neck. Then he yanked my bra down with no delicacy, baring my breasts.

Without saying a word, he forced me to move, guiding me by my neck. Roughly, he pinned me against the wall by the door, my breasts pressed against it.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to meet his gaze.

He remained silent, lifting my skirt and leaving it bunched up at my waist. My clit was throbbing, longing to feel him inside me.

A second later, I felt his thick, hot erection rub against my panties. I let out a long, anxious sigh. I was almost begging, but I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Pushing my panties to the side, he positioned his cock at my entrance and grabbed my right leg, lifting it. Then he thrust into me, hard and fast, making me moan loudly.

Yes. Yes. Yes... All my anger melted away the moment I felt him filling me. And all I wanted was to tell him that I missed him. That I missed this so much. That I couldn’t live without him anymore. But I didn’t say it. I just closed my eyes, savoring the feeling as he started to move.

He pulled out of me so slowly the first time it was torture, but his next thrust was the complete opposite, violent and almost painful, leaving me breathless. Fuck. I had to brace myself against the wall to handle it.

His pace became wilder, making me moan loudly and lose my mind. His grip on my neck allowed me to breathe but with some difficulty.

He was taking out his anger with every brutal thrust. And even though I knew it was wrong, I loved it.

Pausing inside me, he tilted my head back to whisper in my ear:

"I want to fuck your ass."

"No," I refused, dazed.

"I know you want to, and thinking about it turns you on like hell."

"No."

He groaned at my refusal, a mix of frustration and anger. Letting go of my neck, he grabbed my leg with his left hand, lifting it higher and forcing me to bend even more against the wall.

Then he started moving again, going deeper. So deep I could feel him hitting my limit, his thrusts returning to a brutal rhythm, almost making me scream.

Pleasure took over my body, sending shivers across my skin, making my insides pulse and my legs tremble.

The sensation was so intense it was driving me insane. So intense that, at the same time I wanted to beg him to stop, I also wanted more.

And when he used his right hand to give light taps on my clit before massaging it deliciously, I couldn’t hold on any longer.

His strong thrusts and skilled fingers pushed me into an orgasm, and I exploded, nearly blacking out from the sensation. So fucking good and indescribable.



Ethan carried me to the couch as I recovered. I tried to calm my breathing as he undressed. I admired the view of his completely naked body. His muscular legs and defined abdomen always impressed me.

Leaning over me on the couch, he removed my skirt and panties, sliding them down my legs.

My reason was starting to return, and I wondered what we were doing. We should have been talking, not fucking. But Ethan didn’t seem interested in talking right now.

He was focused on ripping off my blouse and bra. When he succeeded, he turned me over, placing me on my stomach.

"On all fours," he ordered.

I obeyed, giving in to the moment; after all, he had already made me come. We could talk later.

"Hands behind your back," he demanded.

Despite the excitement, he was starting to annoy me, but I still obeyed, placing my arms behind my back. Grabbing my wrists, he held them together with one hand.

Positioning his cock at my entrance, he sank into me again, making me forget everything but us once more.

His movements started slow and steady, making me feel every drop of pleasure spread through my body. I moaned, savoring every thrust.

I felt his hand caress one side of my ass before sliding between my cheeks, where he pressed his finger against me.

"I said no," I gasped, even though I liked the sensation.

"Shhh..." he whispered, not stopping his movements, then gave me a light slap on my ass. But it was enough to make the skin sting.

Then he started moving faster, pulling my arms and forcing me to lift my torso a bit off the couch.

He was so big, and he was going so deep and fast that I couldn’t think about anything else. The growing, delicious sensation was driving me crazy.

Heat spread through my body as my insides pulsed and my heart pounded. Becoming wilder, he slapped my ass hard, making me scream.

Chasing his orgasm, his movements soon became out of control, making me delirious and roll my eyes back.

His hips slammed against my ass, and despite his size, he slid in easily because of how wet I was.

I surrendered. Pleasure overtook my mind and body. Shivers and spasms spread across my skin, sending me into a state of bliss, like a kind of trance.

I was lost in pleasure. My legs trembled, and the sensation was so intense I wanted to push him away. Every brutal thrust brought me closer to exploding.

Ethan kept moving wildly and made me come so hard that I felt my body fall apart and come back together, only to be taken over by another orgasm.

I was so lost that I don’t know how many times this happened before he joined me, spilling himself inside me.

Before I could even regain my senses, I felt him get up from the couch. I turned as he walked away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, still dazed.

"Shower," was all he said.

Minutes later, when I finally recovered my breath and my mind returned to normal, I sat up on the couch. I put on his white shirt, which was lying on the floor.

We needed to talk. I waited for him to finish his shower.

Minutes later, he returned. Grabbing his pants, he began to put them on.

"Are you going back for good?" I asked, feeling a lump form in my throat.

"Are you going to keep living here?"

What? I sighed in frustration. He couldn’t be serious.

"God! Can’t you see your jealousy is completely irrational?"

"When you’re ready to talk about this, we can talk about our future."

"We’ve already talked about this. And your insistence only means you don’t trust me."

"What do you want me to say? I learned my lesson the first time."

"Enough. I’m not going to do this with you acting like an immature idiot." I stood up.

"Great. I need that to leave." He pointed to his shirt I was wearing.

I took it off, feeling the anger consume me.

"You think you can come here, treat me like your slut, and then just leave?" I snarled through gritted teeth, throwing the shirt at him.

"And you think I’m going to accept you living next door to your ex like an idiot?"

"This has nothing to do with Todd! It’s about you and your insecurity! I’m not responsible for what she did to you..."

"No!" He shook his head.

"We can’t do this if you can’t deal with your past."

"Enough. I’m not going to let you use that as an excuse. The only thing I’m asking is for you to stay away from him."

"No, you’re demanding that I move, when there’s no reason for it. Todd is in the past. But we can’t do this if you don’t trust me."

"No, we can’t do this if you think it’s fine to live on the same floor as your ex." He continued putting his clothes on.

"Is that really what you want?"

"No. You know it’s not. But if you expect me to say that I’m fine with things staying like this, then I guess I have no choice."

"After everything we’ve been through, this is how it’s going to end?"

"If you’re not willing to compromise, then this relationship clearly isn’t a priority for you."

"Oh my God! How can you say that? Everything I’ve done since I met you has been compromising. And even when I should have given up on you, I didn’t. But it seems you’ve forgotten that and everything you put me through."

"I promised I’d do my best to make it up to you, and that’s what I’ve been doing. But I can’t keep doing this if you don’t do the same. Let it be clear that I'm not the one giving up on you."

"This is so immature and ridiculous... You’re throwing everything away over something stupid."

"Fine. It’s obvious you don’t care how this is affecting me."

"Ethan..."

"Goodnight, Ellie." He turned and walked toward the door.

Was that it? Was it all over? I watched in disbelief as he walked away, stepping through the door and leaving.