The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 82

Rosalie’s body stiffened. Then she thought, “He’s right. Even if I call out for help, who would break in and save me? Rescuing me would mean antagonizing Jonathan. Who would be so foolish to do that!”

When Rosalie was lost in her thoughts, Jonathan’s lips met and parted hers, seeking all the sweetness Rosalie had to offer.

“No! I don’t want to do this!” Rosalie reacted inwardly.

Almost instinctively, Rosalie bit down hard.

The next moment, her mouth was filled with a metallic taste of blood. Rosalie jolted in shock. It was Jonathan’s blood. She knew she had just bitten his tongue and caused it to bleed.

But even so, Jonathan continued the kiss, forcefully making her swallow his blood!

Rosalie lost track of time, and when the kiss finally ended, she felt a tingling sensation on her lips. The taste of blood in her mouth was overwhelming and intense.

“Does it taste good?” Jonathan whispered. His lips curled into a faint smile, and a trace of fresh blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

His smile, set against that crimson blood, appeared surprisingly captivating.

As Rosalie opened her mouth, the sensation of blood became even stronger. A mixture of saliva and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin.

Jonathan raised his finger and gently wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of her lips. “Speaking of which, it’s the first time a woman has tasted my blood. Rosie, you really have a way of making me break so many precedents.”

“Could you let go of me, please?” Rosalie said stiffly.

“Do you really not want to stay by my side?” Jonathan asked while gently stroking her hair with his fingers.

Jonathan’s touch was gentle, but Rosalie’s body couldn’t help trembling. Rosalie could even feel a chill running down her spine. +

life,” Rosalie said. Each time she swallowed the saliva in her throat, it felt like she was drinking his

and

her skin on her shoulder was

her

was futile, all Rosalie

come to understand during

her neck, collarbone, and fingers touching her skin.

it! Just treat him as a Jon instead of

itself with her will. The trembling grew more and more intense until a nauseating sensation mixed with the smell of blood

opened her eyes and covered her

that had been holding her had loosened. She quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She leaned over the sink and began vomiting.

Rosalie hadn’t eaten much today, her stomach was already empty, and aside from expelling some stomach acid,

much that she could hardly

just outside the bathroom with a gloomy

her coldly with his pitch-black eyes. “Do you despise me

as though she

pursed his thin lips tightly. When had he needed to go to such lengths for a woman? He was Jonathan. In Strico,

more than an ordinary woman. She might be interesting, but he wouldn’t bother with a woman who held such disdain

coldly. In his beautiful eyes, there was an icy frostiness. “But let me make it clear upfront. Even if you regret it in the funire, I won’t

turned around and

arms as if she had exhausted all her strength

she could leave

hair, and then looked at her pale reflection in the

entrance, a group of

who killed someone in the accident! Rosalie