Chapter 1

Everyone in my family thinks I'm a frail, introverted good girl.

But no one knows I've been lusting after my stepbrother Ethan for a long time.

I've even secretly written a dark romance novel with him as the protagonist.

In the book, I imprison him in a dark room, touch him as I please, make him cry and beg for my mercy.

The colder he is to me in reality, the more cruelly I torment him in my novel.

Until yesterday, when my stepbrother brought home a beautiful blind date.

I went crazy with jealousy and returned to my room to torture him mercilessly in my novel all night long.

In a daze, I discovered the novel's plot bleeding into reality.

Someone blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back to a chair.

Warm breath sprayed against my neck as a pair of hands methodically unbuttoned my collar.

That familiar yet cold voice chuckled softly in my ear:

"Last night's update was quite well written. But Chloe, you got one thing wrong—I don't like to beg.

With my vision stripped away, my other senses amplified infinitely.

Ethan's fingertips carried a scorching heat as they traced across my skin inch by inch.

I shuddered violently.

This couldn't be possible.

He was always so proper, someone who buttoned his shirts all the way to the top.

How could he speak to me in such an intimate tone?

"Not going to say anything?"

His finger flicked open my last button.

The cool air touched my skin, and I trembled uncontrollably.

"Ethan... I was wrong..."

My voice quavered. I couldn't tell if it was fear or hidden excitement.

"Scared now?"

He laughed lowly and untied one of my hands.

But before my newly freed hand could move, he forcefully pressed it down.

He pulled my hand downward.

Through the thin fabric, that shocking heat made my scalp tingle instantly.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he gripped it tightly.

"Why are you running away?"

He leaned against my ear, his teeth gently biting my earlobe.

"Didn't Chloe write in her book that I was tormented by aphrodisiacs until I lost my mind, crying and begging for your mercy?"

I was so ashamed I could explode. Tears soaked through the blindfold.

"I've taken the drug now."

He guided my movements, each one carrying irresistible force.

"How do you want to see me beg?"

I gasped heavily, my senses infinitely magnified in the darkness.

The sensation in my palm was too vivid—hard and burning hot.

Ethan's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, heavy with panting.

He rested his chin in the hollow of my neck, teeth lightly grinding against my throat.

"Chloe, help me. Please."

He was actually begging me... using a tone tortured to the extreme, almost broken, begging me.

The intense contrast made me both afraid and gave birth to a secret pleasure.

My brain exploded with a boom, my rationality completely burned away.

Following his force, my five fingers slowly tightened.

Sweat dripped from his temple onto the side of my neck, so hot it made my whole body tremble.

"Faster."

He urged in a low voice, his tone carrying not a hint of pleading but rather a commanding tone from on high.

I could only be forced to follow his rhythm.

The temperature in the air climbed steadily. The ambiguous sounds of panting were especially clear in the silent room.

The intense sensory stimulation and mental tension made my head spin.

I was already physically weak. My vision went black and I lost consciousness.

When I woke again, sunlight streamed through the curtain gaps into the room.

I bolted upright and found myself lying on my bedroom's large bed, my pajamas neatly arranged.

I let out a long breath. My back was already soaked with cold sweat.

So it was just a dream.

My palm seemed to still retain that shocking heat and sensation.

I collapsed back into the pillows, my heart still pounding wildly in my chest.

I must have become obsessed with writing my novel lately.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

To actually have such an absurd erotic dream.

Taking several deep breaths, I forcefully suppressed the twisted flutter in my heart and got up to wash.

The girl in the mirror had faint dark circles under her eyes, looking like a sickly invalid who couldn't withstand a gust of wind.

But her cheeks were flushed, tear tracks still visible at the corners of her eyes—the appearance of someone who'd been bullied.

Chloe Harper, you've really lost your mind.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face.

But the dream's sensations were too real.

That shocking heat, that hoarse panting, and the trembling sensation when he bit my earlobe.

I leaned against the sink, my fingertips uncontrollably gripping the hem of my pajamas.

My mind was filled with Ethan's cold, ascetic face.

In front of others, he always maintained a lofty appearance, but in my dreams, in my novel...

He belonged to me.

I closed my eyes, my breathing gradually becoming rapid.

"Ethan..."

I bit my lip, letting out a suppressed whimper.