Two small hands grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand high above her head just as she prepared to do something, when Ethan Laurent's sharp gaze swept across her face, as if he had guessed what trick she wanted to play. Suddenly, he said, "Did I agree?"
Summer Ford froze, her hands stiffening.
Ethan's gaze lightly skimmed across her face, his body pressing her down, his handsome face leaning toward her ear, gently breathing out a sigh and leisurely saying, "I always prefer to be the one in control. Are you sure you want to play?"
The casual remark was spoken lightly, but the invisible power it permeated felt like a dense web entangling Summer, making her feel increasingly oppressed.
Summer's body stiffened, her clear eyes staring blankly at his, feeling his aura pressing hard against her until it was difficult to speak.
This is Ethan's presence, a seemingly casual statement that can intimidate and invisibly command.
