All Chapters of The Betrayal's kiss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Ethans POV. I yank her neck aside and assault it with kisses, making her moan softly."Fuck," I muttered as I turned her to face me. In that brief moment. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, and that fierce, the desire in her eyes made me want more of her than I could ever admit aloud.I gripped the side of her face before leaning closer and colliding my lips with hers.The sweet taste of her lips made me slip my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She held me tightly, moaning softly against my lips as she kissed me back. My hands trailed down her waist until they landed on her ass. I gave it a firm squeeze, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.I slowly lifted the long gown she was wearing, my fingers grazing her soft skin until I reached her bare thigh. I gave it a gentle squeeze before sliding my hand higher, gripping her ass firmly."Fuck…" I muttered, pausing to take her in. She was blushing so hard, her face completely flushed, making her look even more irresistible. My gaze traile

Ava's POV "Good morning," I mumbled sleepily, my voice thick with drowsiness as I turned over in bed. My eyes landed on Ethan—shirtless, his toned chest on full display—but thankfully, he still had his pants on. Thank goodness. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pushing himself up from the sofa he had been sitting on and walking toward me. "I feel good," I murmured, lowering my gaze as warmth crept up my cheeks. He smirked. "Hmmm?" "I mean, I feel… amazing," I said, correcting myself with a small smile. His lips curled into a knowing grin. "Wait… hold on. How—how did I get here?" I asked, suddenly alert. The last thing I remembered was being on the couch with him. "You fell asleep, so I carried you here," he said casually, reaching out to brush his fingers against my forehead as if checking my temperature. "I'm… fine," I mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious. My cheeks burned hotter, and before he could say anything else, I felt an untimely hiccup escape my lips. G

Ethan’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, but none of us were in the mood to enjoy it. Ava was pacing the room, her fingers anxiously twisting the hem of her shirt, while I was double-checking some notes from last night. We were gearing up to continue the search when a sharp knock interrupted us. I frowned. “Paul?” “No, it’s me,” Caleb’s voice came from the other side of the door. “I’ve got something you need to see.” I opened the door, and Caleb stepped in, raising his phone. There was a flicker of excitement in his eyes, but his tone was serious. “The team I organized to track him down found him.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, ‘team’?” My voice dropped, a dangerous edge slipping into it. Before Caleb could respond, Ava emerged from the bedroom, her expression suspicious. “You organized what?” “Relax,” Caleb sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re a private team—trusted people. They don’t know anything about the case or who’s in