Chapter 46: Chapter 46

I let out a deep sigh as I looked down at the sink. My fingers were quivering inadequately while holding the blade. I was trying to retain them but failed. I gulp the jam in my throat, trying to focus my mind. Remember, Natasha. You're doing this for him, for the sake of your freedom. I closed my eyes and then raised my hands, leveling them on my hair. When I felt the blade's tip cut through my hair, the tension I was feeling released.

My shoulders relaxed, and at the same time, my mind went blank. As if all of this were just natural to happen. I stare at myself in the mirror, comprehending what's happening. You got this, Natasha, just a bit more cut, then you're okay.

It took me almost half an hour before getting satisfied with what I looked like. Since I was locked inside the bathroom, the air was circulating inside it. The sweat formed on my forehead and then strolled down to my neck. I smiled, regrettable for what I had done. This is the first time I have done this in my life. Ever since I was a child, I have cared for my hair. Now that I cut it shorter than I couldn't imagine I would look like this, it feels eccentric.

Someone knocked on the door, making me turn around when the knob twisted, and Ethan peeked inside. I couldn't help but gape at his hair and his shaved face. He looks like a newborn man. He turned blonde. He's now using a cream to hide the circles underneath his eyes. He cut his hair, trimmed it, and used different clothing styles. Of course, I didn't recognize him even though I knew it was him. However, I'm not going to lie if I would say he looks ten times hotter in his new look.

Well, everything suits him. He's Ethan. He's a walking greek god.

"Are you done?" he asked gently, thrusting himself inside the room. I couldn't look him in the eyes, which I had no idea why. I just looked down at my hands, staring blankly at the scissors. He was silent when he halted right before me. I saw his pair of shoes. Then a minute later, he touched me on my chin, bringing up my face to look at him in his eyes. He raised his brow. His jaw is tensed and rigid.

"Your hair suits you." he flattered. His minted puff tickled my face. My cheeks reddened with the sudden words. I looked away, but he forced his fingers to look at him directly in his eyes, or else hell will rise.

"What's the matter?" his raspy deep baritone voice sends chills through my whole system. To be honest, I shouldn't be acting like we just met. He saw everything from me. He saw my naked soul and body. He's the only person I have fulminated about all I have been carrying for years, and look at me now. The way my heart is thumping so swift and impulsive as it's telling me he's a different person when he's not.

I smiled, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere that's surrounding us.

"Nothing, it just feels weird to see my hair this short. I mean, I trimmed it somehow but not entirely, cutting almost all of it, you know what I mean." I bit my bottom lip and stopped because I was jabbering nonsense words. But it looked like he didn't mind because he sexily smirked and then turned me around, facing the wall mirror. My eyes broadened in daylight shock, glancing at him behind, but he choked my neck, compelling me to stare at our reflection.

"Look at yourself," he whispered in my ear, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up in strain. I parted my lips to grasp for some air because his arms were tautening, but not in a harmful way.

"You dared to bit your lip in front of me while looking sexily in that hairstyle?"

I swallowed, "E-ethan-" before finishing what I was about to say, he put his fingers inside my mouth, then played with my tongue pleasurable. I almost wailed in glee, but he didn't let me as he thrust his crotch between my buttocks, making me feel him behind. I can feel his stiff member down there, poking and inviting me.

"Can you feel it? Do you know how fucking it turned me on just to see you in that hairstyle? Huh?" his breathing was harsh and shallow. He sounded furious about it. He positioned my head upon the ceiling, recreating some patterns on my neck with his fingers. I squealed, begging for him to stop because it was ticklish, but he hushed me.

"I'm so horny right now, Natasha."

Before I could react, he pushed my face into the mirror. He pulled my waist close to his crotch, then pulled down my shorts to my knees. Even though I couldn't see, I felt his hard junior thrusting up and down between my butt cheeks, looking like a hot dog putting between the buns. I wanted to shout in so much pleasure because he was teasing me, but he just smacked my cheek, telling me to tone down my voice.

"Let's do it one last time in this house before moving out." he breathed, then continued stroking his member on my core, only my thongs obstructing our sexes.

I repressed my moans, trying to control them because I couldn't handle them anymore. My knees were getting weak, and my insides were turning, making me grab the sink as if my life depended on it. I parted my lips, closing my eyes as I was about to reach my climax, when he suddenly stopped.

"What the fuck, Ethan?" I protested, about to gaze at him when he turned me, lifted me up, and slammed me against the wall. He pushed his hair beside me. His eyes were intensely piercing through mine as if he was capturing my soul.

"I want to fuck you hard and fast while looking at your messed-up face." then he pushed his long thick member inside me, causing me to scream in so much pleasure and bliss it even made my insides tingle.

He didn't waste any minute. He started to ram himself against my body while gripping hardly on my ass. The way he pounded more profound and faster was furious, like we hadn't met each other for a year. He was watching me closely with his ominous eyes. He predicted what was really to happen because I was a total mess beneath him. I don't know where to grab and peek.

"E-ethan, oh god! You're so good!" I bit my lip as I looked down on our collapsing sexes. My body was rocking with him. I gaze down at my boobs that are bobbing. He noticed I was watching it because he grabbed the hem of my shirt using one hand and then ripped it apart without breaking a sweat. My jaw dropped down to the ground.

"That was my favorite shirt-oh!" I cried in ecstasy when he pulled his thing, stroked it then pushed it inside again with force. I felt it throb inside me as if he had his own life.

"Moan, my name, Natasha," he demanded while grunting. His eyebrows were crumpled, lips were parted. Looking like he's in heaven.

I did what he told me. "E-ethan! Please! Oh god, that's so good! You're doing great. Keep in fucking me with your hard and long dick."

I was saying sinful words that were out of my league. However, I don't care anymore. I was losing my sanity as I looked like a disarrayed person in front of him. I can feel the climax coming so soon. I closed my eyes and then parted my lips so wide, feeling the tension building up in my stomach when he stopped again.

"When are you going to make me cum?!" I was furious when I opened my eyes. He didn't say anything. He wrapped his arms around my waist, supporting my body not to fall then we went outside of the living room. He suddenly threw me on the couch and then went on top of me. He yanked both of my legs close to his cock.

"Spread them wider for me, wife." his movements were rapid. He rubbed the tip of his member up and down, then pushed it inside. This time I think he would let me cum because he held both of my waists firmly as if he didn't intend to let go of me.

He went faster and deeper this time. The sensation was building up again in my system. I grip the headrest, arch my back, and spread my legs wider for him to access.

"Oh god, Ethan! I'm cumming!" I cried when he played with my clit with his thumb, circulating around it. He's playing it like a guitar.

"Cum for me, wife," he ordered me. I looked down at his dick that was hitting my walls. Oh god, he's so aggressive. I'm going to reach my limit!

"Ethan! I'm cumming-"

I was cut off again, but not because he stopped. But because someone knocks on the door.