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Chapter 154  And Spanking

**Rosalie‘s POV

I was tired of it all

Tired of him treating me as if I was a child.

Tired of him acting like he could control every aspect of my life.

I was supposed to be the queen of the north, and I demanded respect from everyone–including him. Ethan had been acting crazy since the moment he realized I was his mate, and even before that.

No matter how many times I tried to reason with him, he didn‘t care. Even my son was rarely brought to me unless it was time for him to eat, and Ethan doing that to me made me hate him more.

I was the one to decide how to take care of my son, and I had done it on my own since his birth.

If someone would take those rights away from me, they would pay dearly for their actions, without exception.

So when Ethan came in to check on me, I was ready. I played the poor, pitiful woman he thought I was, and I took advantage of the situation.

His eyes widened as the blade pierced his skin. I took him by surprise. His crimson orbs stared at me in shock. Hopefully, he understood now that I wasn‘t the girl he thought I was.

I was ready for him to see me as an equal, and not someone who had to be told what to do.

“Finish it,” he muttered against my lips as I stared at him. “Go on… do it.”

His words caught me off guard, and regardless of my anger towards him and the situation he put me in, I started to panic

What was he doing? Did he lose his mind?!

As much as I wanted to get away from him, did I ever want to really kill him?

I didn‘t know. There was still love for him in my heart that I hated. A part of me wanted to spend my life with him, but the other part vowed to loathe him for all eternity

He pressed his body against the knife a little more and looked at me with joy and franticness in his eyes. It was as if he‘d be so happy if he was dead in my hands right here.

I wasn‘t so sure what I saw in his crimson orbs.

Pain, desire, desperation and maybe… love? I was confused. Did he really love me? Did he really not care if I killed him? Was I wrong about him?

What on earth did he want from me?!

“Rosalie, take it, take my life,” he whispered again and pushed himself even further.

“S–stop it!”

My hand could no longer hold the knife still before his lips descended on mine.

The blade clattered to the floor.

of my head close to him, and his

and I felt his other hand had pressed my

desire against my

my mind at that moment as I succumbed to the lust

he was doing, but at the same time, I realized that I wanted this. I wanted him

hem of my

mind further until the only thing left i wanted was for him to claim me like the animal he

hate you… Ethan…” I whispered, but even I could tell how seductive I sounded, earning a growl of dangerous desire from him in

head to tilt back in pleasure as he devoured my core. The vibrations of his growls as he swirled his tongue against my sensitive numb

“Oh, goddess…” | moaned.

against his face, wanting more and more of him. The radiating waves of pleasure that rocked my body were explosive. Every

and raw, but something in it made me soaking wet for him. He gripped me roughly, turning

escaped my lips as his fingers gripped my hair,

me in my ear, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “Do you like

any normal state, I would probably lash out at him and tell him to go shove it, but right now I wanted him,

“Ethan…” | begged, “please…”

“Please what?” He panted.

what I felt–hopeless, pain, shame or pleasure. It didn‘t matter. The only

“Please… I want you.”

to the max, causing

Yet, he wasn‘t done.

a smile like demon from h*ll. I swallowed hard

me tight against

stop, I was so lost in the sensation that my brain could not think

than human, and even though the pure primal carnage of it was intoxicating… I knew I would hate myself for it

hated the way he made me feel, but I craved

make me feel the way Ethan did, and I wanted no

looks me in the eye as I bounce up and down on his shaft. His lips found mine as sweat

going to spill every inch of my seed into you, Rosalie. You‘re the only woman

the idea was not one I cared

night was supposed to turn out the way it was. I was supposed to keep my cool and force him to let

It was so unfair….

felt hopeless and ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I just could not deny the pleasure and my own

where I stabbed him. Bright red liquid was leaking out

or wrong any more. When the rush of emotions

spilled, which caused him to groan in pleasure as his pace sped up, going faster and

thinking about my actions, I sucked more blood out from the cut. A cry of pain and pleasure escaped him as his

warm blood flowed into my mouth, causing a moan of pleasure to leave my lips

and stared at me for a moment before his lips captured mine and the taste of his blood mingled in both of our mouths. By then,

gentle, and he then used his tongue to lick my blood off

to move my hips along his sensitive shaft more. A shivering wave of delight seemed to cross his

he was far

and the