Chapter 23

Celeste had completely lost it. Her hair was a mess, her clothes disheveled, gasping for breath as she straddled Ethan. She yanked up her dress, one hand pulling at Ethan's boxers, her other hand already brushing against something burning hot. Ethan lay sprawled on the floor, frozen. His usually calm eyes now bloodshot, throat hoarse from trying to stop her-this was insane, beyond insane. As Celeste desperately tried tugging down his underwear almost hysterically, Ethan wanted to push back, only to realize his arm had gone numb from the fall. He had no strength, and his mind couldn't even process-was this woman seriously out of her mind? He eventually gave up resisting, just lying there, chest heaving, helpless. Celeste's eyes, bloodshot from the drug, could barely make out anything. She fumbled by instinct, but suddenly stopped when she realized Ethan wasn't reacting anymore. She blinked hard, slowly raising her head-only to meet Ethan's face, darkened with cold fury and shame. That s