Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 154

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. 

his hand held the back of my head close to him,

other hand had pressed my body

 

against my

mind at that moment as I succumbed to the lust he brought

but at the same time, I realized that I wanted this. I wanted him to make me feel the

slipped under the hem of my shirt, sliding

further until the only

earning a growl of dangerous desire from him in response. His movements became more frenzied and hungry

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

| moaned.

radiating waves of pleasure that rocked my body

with his blood red eyes. The stare was evil and raw, but something in it made me soaking wet for him. He gripped me

my lips as his fingers gripped my

my ear, causing me to gasp in

lash out at him and tell him to go shove it, but right now

| begged, “please...”

what?” He panted.

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

want

the max, causing me to cry out. As my climax hit, he continued thrusting, forcing me to ride out the wave he‘d created.

he wasn‘t

a smile like

held me tight against

many times I begged him for more or to stop, I was so lost in the sensation that my brain could not think

I hadn‘t experienced before. A side of him that was more animalistic than human, and even though the pure primal carnage of it

way he made me feel,

could make me feel the way Ethan did,

 

my chest to his and looks me in the eye as

spill every inch of my seed into you, Rosalie. You‘re the only woman who will ever bear my children,” he growled before

idea was not one I cared to think

the way it was. I was supposed to keep my cool and force him to

was so unfair....

at the same time, I just could not deny the pleasure and my own desire

stabbed him. Bright red liquid was leaking out

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

tongue trailed over his wound, lapping up the blood that had been spilled, which caused

actions, I sucked more blood out from the cut. A cry of pain and

a moan of pleasure to leave my lips as I relished

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

too, because his kisses became more gentle, and he then used his tongue to lick my blood

mixed blood play caused me to move my hips along his sensitive shaft more. A shivering wave of delight seemed to cross his face, and

was far from

the night

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