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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.

mine, his hand held the back of my head close to him, and his tongue invaded

place to hide from him, and I felt his other hand had pressed my body tightly against

desire against my

parts of rationalization left my mind at that moment as I succumbed to

realized that I wanted this. I wanted him to make me feel the way he did before.

fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, sliding

heightened sense of passion between us clouded my mind further until the only thing left i wanted

even I could tell how seductive I sounded, earning a growl of dangerous desire from him in response. His movements became more frenzied

my thighs causing my head to tilt back in pleasure as he devoured my core. The vibrations

“Oh, goddess…” | moaned.

him. The radiating waves of pleasure that rocked my body were explosive. Every single nerve ending heightened

me soaking wet for him. He gripped me roughly, turning me over onto my knees, pulling my *ss towards him before thrusting himself into me from

fingers gripped

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

shove it, but right now I wanted him, and every word he said made me want to come

“Ethan…” | begged, “please…”

“Please what?” He panted.

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

“Please… I want you.”

the max, causing me to cry out. As my

Yet, he wasn‘t done.

eyes and realized that he gave me a smile like demon from h*ll. I swallowed hard as he spanked

as he held me tight against him, and he

more or to stop, I was so lost in the sensation that

side of him that was more animalistic than human, and even though the

the way he made me feel, but

make me feel the way Ethan did,

pulls my chest to his and looks me in the eye as I bounce up and down on his shaft.

the only woman who will ever bear

the idea was

to keep my cool and force him to let me leave, but… how could he do

It was so unfair….

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

cut where I stabbed him. Bright red liquid was leaking out from there, as

right or wrong any more. When the rush

his wound, lapping up the blood that had been spilled, which caused him to groan in pleasure as his pace sped

actions, I sucked more blood out from the cut. A cry of pain and pleasure escaped him as his hot seed filled

pleasure to leave my lips as I relished in the metallic taste of

a moment before his lips captured mine and the taste of his blood mingled in both of our mouths. By then, my lips were sore from so much kissing, I felt a split

felt it too, because his kisses became more gentle, and he then used his tongue to

hips along his sensitive shaft

he was

and the night