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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.

the back of my head close to him, and his tongue

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

desire against

left my mind at that moment as I succumbed

he was doing, but at the same time, I realized that I wanted this. I wanted him to make me feel the way he did before. I wanted him to help me

confusion and lust took over, his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt,

of passion between us clouded my mind further until the

how seductive I sounded, earning a growl of dangerous desire from him in response. His movements became more frenzied and hungry with every motion he

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

“Oh, goddess…” | moaned.

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

soaking wet for him. He gripped me roughly, turning me over onto my knees,

lips as his fingers gripped

Rosalie?” he taunted me in my ear, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “Do you like it when I punish you for

probably lash out at him and tell him to go shove it,

“Ethan…” | begged, “please…”

“Please what?” He panted.

felt–hopeless, pain, shame

“Please… I want you.”

of his knot stretched my core to the max, causing me to cry

Yet, he wasn‘t done.

he gave me a smile like demon from h*ll. I swallowed hard as

screamed as he held me tight against him, and

how many times I begged him for more or to stop, I was so lost in the sensation that

animalistic than human, and even though the pure primal carnage of

the way he made me feel, but

make me feel the way Ethan did,

me around to make sure his knot doesn‘t tug the wrong way, he pulls my chest to his and looks me in the

seed into you, Rosalie. You‘re the only woman who will ever bear my children,” he growled before taking my lips

the idea was not one I cared to think about at the

was supposed to turn out the way it was. I was supposed to keep my cool and force him to let me leave, but… how could

It was so unfair….

of a sudden felt hopeless and ashamed of myself, but

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

was right or

that had been spilled, which

cut. A cry

moan of pleasure to leave my lips as I relished

chest and stared at me for a moment before his lips captured mine and the taste of his blood mingled in both of

it too, because his kisses became more gentle, and he

along his sensitive shaft more. A shivering

was far from

and