It All Started With Hatred-Chapter 108: Frigle

Music for the Chapter, I love you _ RIOPY.

Thanks.

...

Petal pointed the hun at the side of his head. Her finger was on the trigger ready to press it and if she did everything would end. Or that’s what she wanted to believe.

She suddenly heard a voice in her head. It was the sound of her conscience.

Would you be happy if you pulled the trigger?

You should make him suffer first.

Ethan stared into her hazel eyes that looked at him with fear. Though the gun was pointed to his head, Ethan didn’t move an inch. He continued to hold her one hand cupping her face and the other on her waist, keeping her from running away and even if she ran away, He would catch her effortlessly.

"So what is it going to be? Pulling the trigger or a kiss?" Ethan asked, His lips curling upward.

Petal glared at him, Hating the way he’s teasing her with. Was he expecting her to kill him? Even if she wanted to, She can’t, Not right now when she is not ready.

"Even if it doesn’t happen this time, I will always be ready. You will be the only one that I will always keep my guard down when I’m with." Ethan said as his hand that was on her waist started to go upward.

"Time is up." Ethan said, bringing his face closer to hers pressing his lips on hers, Surprising her, causing the gun in her hand to fall on the ground with a loud thud.

THUD...

Petal’s hand loosened around the gun when she felt his lips on hers. Ethan’s hand that was cupping her face, Tangled between her hair as he pulled her closer to him if it’s even physically possible.

Petal’s eyes widened in shock, Her heart turned in her chest. She felt his lips capturing her lower lip gently, slowly suckig on it. Her breath hitched in her throat and her body stiffened in his arms.

"Relax." Ethan whispered against her lips before he pressed his lips against her lips.

Petal closed her eyes this time, His lips were addictive, They felt warm and soft against hers. This time the kiss wasn’t anywhere to be gentle. Her lips sucked and bit on her lips until they become swollen and red.

As he kissed her, Pete’s body started to give out and her knees became weak and he noticed that and held her firmly in one arm. She weighed like a feather. His kisses were feverish and passionate, Rough and demanding but loving and caring at the same time and she started to lose herself in his passion.

Petal parted her lips to breathe, It felt as he was sucking her breath away. Ethan took the opportunity to dive inside her mouth to taste and explore her. She seemed to have eaten honey for breakfast. The sweet and delicious taste of honey was still lingering and he could taste it.

Ethan’s body started to react strongly. He had only planned to kiss her and make her submit to her feelings. But how could he stop his body from not being aroused by her when he could feel the curves of her small body with his hands and her labored breath. Though Petal didn’t make any voice, he could tell by the way she was breathing and the movement of her body.

Petal felt his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth rubbing and locking before his tongue tangled around hers and rubbing against it before he took it between his lips sucking on it and loud sounds of him sucking on her tongue reached her ear.

Something started to spread along her body only to settle south between her legs. She started to feel a pool of heat, A kind of pulsing. A feeling she had never felt before. Petal felt as she wanted, needed something. But she didn’t know what it was.

The way he kissed. The way he touched her, ignited something inside of her she never knew. She had once read that love is always mixed with lust and desires, and she wondered if what she is feeling right now, Is lust and desire?

"Huff... huff... " Petal breathed heavily, panting When he finally let go of her lips that now looked very swollen. Her eyes were still closed and she was holding onto his shirt tightly so that she didn’t notice that she wrinkled it.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring at him, Her chest Wes rising and falling. She was still breathless by his feverish kiss.

Ethan stared at his work and his eyes narrowed. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. Suddenly Ethan grabbed her hands and circled them around his neck before he grabbed her by her knees, Picking her up in his arms.

"Hold on to me." Ethan said, His low-pitched voice seems deeper.

Petal gasped, Surprised by the sudden change of position, Her hands unconsciously held into his shoulders, Her thighs were around his waist and her hands were under her knees, Perverting her from falling.

Ethan walked towards her room. He wasn’t planning to go all the way. He just wanted to mark her body, To announce that she was his body and soul. He wanted to make love to her right now. To be the first and the only one to fill her. He was curious to see the cut and erotic reaction she will make as he pleasured her.

Suddenly a thought came to him. He fantasized about making love to her in a room full of mirrors. He wanted to see every reaction she would make as he made love to her in different positions. Ethan made himself overly excited with the erotic thoughts that he was so aroused and hard. He needs to take care of himself once he is done with her.

Petal wanted to ask him what he was doing, But her hands were busy holding onto him for dear life. She was afraid that she might fail, But she knew he would never hurt her.

But why is he taking her to her room?

Petal gulped softly when she realized what was going on. She let herself get carried away and give him the wrong impression. Or maybe she wanted this to happen. Right, she couldn’t think straight. All she was thinking about is him, His warmth, and the way he was making her feel.

She heard him chuckling and she lowered her eyes embarrassed by her thoughts.

Ethan entered her room with Petal in his arms and kicked the door shut with his foot and walked towards the bed sitting on it.

"Look at me, Petal." Ethan whispered in her ear as he brushed his nose over the shell of her ear and felt the smell trembling that her body made.

Petal refused to look and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck

Ethan brought his hand to her hair pushing it back and lowering his face, Kissing the area below her ear, and felt her body jolt. Taking her earlobe between his lips, gently sucked on it and her hands tightened their grip on his shirt.

Ethan felt her let out a shaky breath that touched the skin of his neck. He removed her to the other side revealing the scar on her neck from behind and Petal immediately lifted her head was about to cover it again with her hair but Ethan stopped her by catching her wrist.

"Don’t hide anything from me. Especially your scars." Ethan spoke in a mellow voice as he brought his other hand to her scar rubbing the tender skin with his thumb as he brought her hand to his lips kissing the back of it.

What’s left of her resolve had broken the moment he said these words and she was cut open in front of him now. No matter how hard she tried to, She can’t deny the fact that deep inside is fragile and he was the only one who was able to make her feel strong despite her weakness.

Ethan pulled her closer, Tilting her head, He pressed his lips on the scar. He kissed the scar softly going up to the ear. "You smell good." He whispered as he ran his nose along her neck taking Into her sweet scent.

She smelled like an apple and white tea scent. Ethan’s eyes fell on her dressing table and saw the dove lotion bottle on the dressing table. He had noticed that she has different kinds of lotions in her room in the mansion.

Hearing this, Petal blushed, A shaky breath came out of her lips feeling his nose brushing of her neck. The pool of heat between her thighs was growing with every touch of him and it became hard to ignore it and she tried to press her thighs together but she couldn’t.

Ethan notices what she is trying to do. She was aroused and didn’t know what to do about it. Somehow he found her closeness cute.

Ethan’s hands went lower slowly feeling her body from above her clothes. He made sure to grab and squeeze gently every part he could until his hands settled on her waist, Messaging it.