Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel by Zoe Davis

aroused despite his clumsy attempts at pleasing me.
     
    Then he flipped me over on my belly so fast my face smashed into the floor.  I could feel my jaw throb as he pulled my panties over my legs, pushing my dress up over my hips.
     
    I laid there with my hands by my head waiting for what I assumed would be his half-hard cock entering my pussy.  I closed my eyes and thought of Ethan.  I remembered the texture of his tongue as he licked my cunt in his office above the city.  I remembered the tenderness and the possible tear in his eye. 
     
    Then I thought of Jared’s tenderness, an almost fearful kind.  He always wanted it rough but held back when he fucked me.  He never wanted to hurt me.  Ethan was brave enough to hurt me, but that day in his office his passion was different.  He wasn’t reserved like Jared.  He came at me full speed with a desire to be with me completely.
     
    I waited for the stranger’s cock to glide in, a new texture to learn and remember, but it never came.  I heard a skull slam against the floor and opened my eyes to see my stranger laying next to me unconscious.  I started to sit up but felt a firm grip on my arms lifting me to standing.
     
    I was face to face with Ethan in his mask from the first night, yellow eyes burning into me.  He didn’t have to ask what I was doing there, I heard him yell at me through his gaze.
     
    Despite the adrenaline running through my body I met his stern stare with hope and love.  I felt my face relax and my jaw pulsed in waves of pain.  It felt like a knife sliced through my cheek and I broke our gaze.
     
    Ethan let go of one arm but held fast to the other.  He made his way toward the main doors of the ballroom, dragging me with him.  When he discovered I was slowing him down, he picked me up in his arms like a superhero and carried me out and up the stairs.
     
    We entered the familiar dark hallway that led to the red-lit room, and he didn’t put me down until we had reached the bed with the door locked behind us. 
     
    I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling while I heard him shuffling around the room.  Ethan had pulled the top of my dress back up, but left the straps dangling under my arms.  Then I felt a warm cloth on my cheek, held in place by a strong hand.
     
    I looked up at Ethan who had worry in his eyes.  He let me reach up to remove his mask, and with his other hand he gripped my fingers.  He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the skin.
     
    I parted my lips to speak, but he placed a finger on them to keep me silent.  I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I believed his story about his wife.  I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t live without him, but he must have seen it in my eyes because he smiled with one corner of his mouth.
     
    When he felt himself smile, he turned his head to the side and stared into a dark corner of the room.  I wondered what he was thinking and if he was punishing himself for being happy.  He stood up abruptly and made his way toward the window.
     
    The air seeping in was cooler than before and my skin formed small bumps in response.  Ethan seemed completely unaffected by the chill and stood his ground.
     
    “What is it?” I asked him, but he banged a fist against the wall.
     
    “Mrs. Banks, I will only tell you this once.  There is no talking in this room.”
     
    But I had too much to say, I felt like I would explode if I stayed silent another minute, and that’s what I did. 
     
    I jumped from the bed and started shouting.  Too many words escaped for me to remember, but I yelled obscenities and how could you’s until I was almost out of breath.  I had put up with him for the last time.
     
    My yelling was met with having my back thrust against a wall with my arms raised up and Ethan’s hot breath filling my lungs.  He was kissing me to shut me up and I wasn’t in a position to fight back.
     
    His tenderness was gone and his lips were rough.  My jaw ached