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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.

close to him,

other hand had pressed my body tightly against his. I could feel

hard desire

moment as I

wanted this. I wanted him to make me

the hem of my shirt, sliding across my bare skin before gripping

between us clouded my mind further until the only thing left i wanted was for him

earning a growl of dangerous desire from

along with the rest of our clothing. His head descended between my thighs causing my 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.

over, I rocked my hips against his face, wanting more and more of him. The radiating waves of pleasure that rocked my body were explosive. Every single nerve ending heightened unlike

me with his blood red eyes. The stare was evil and raw, but something in it made me soaking wet for him. He gripped me roughly, turning me over onto my knees, pulling my *ss towards him before thrusting himself into

lips as his fingers

like that, Rosalie?” he taunted me in my ear, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “Do you like

go 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

“Please… I want you.”

my core to the max, causing

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 my

me tight against him, and

many times I begged him for more or to stop, I was

experienced before. A side of him that was more animalistic than human, and

made me feel,

feel the way Ethan did, and I wanted no

his and looks me

the only woman who

idea was not one I cared to think about at

was. I was supposed to keep my

It was so unfair….

hopeless and ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I just

Bright red liquid was leaking out from there, as if

know what was right or wrong any more. When the rush of emotions took over,

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

sucked more blood out from the cut. A cry of pain and pleasure escaped him

pleasure to leave my lips as I relished in the

his chest 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, my lips were sore from so much

became more gentle, and he then

sensitive shaft more. A shivering wave of delight seemed

he was far from

gasped, and