Ethan watched Mark approaching him, a sickening smirk plastered across his face. Mark's eyes gleamed with a predatory hope, his gaze locking onto Ethan as if he were staring at a piece of priceless treasure. That was the exact expression that had fueled Helena's bitter annoyance the moment she saw him.
Why is everyone so eager for him?
What makes him so damn special?
"Ya! Stop stalling! Hurry up!" Helena snapped at Mark.
Mark finally dropped to one knee in front of Ethan, who was left cornered on the floor. When Ethan saw Mark's hand slowly reaching out to touch his face, he flinched, violently twisting his head away to avoid the contact.
But his resistance was short-lived. In a sudden, brutal motion, Mark lunged forward and grabbed Ethan by the neck, pinning him heavily to the ground. He stared down at Ethan, his eyes dark with unbridled desire.
Ethan trembled violently, his blood boiling with a mixture of terror and rage.
