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. +

want to… live a peaceful life,” Rosalie said. Each time she swallowed the saliva in her throat,

my side synonymous with not being peaceful? Jonathan chuckled and stretched out his finger to tug

of her skin on her shoulder was

immensely. She shut her eyes tightly and remained utterly motionless.

Rosalie could

something she had come to understand during her

could feel his lips kissing her neck, collarbone, and

Just treat him as a Jon instead of Jonathan!” she

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

her eyes and covered her mouth with

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

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

vomited so much that she could hardly bring up any stomach acid anymore, she slowly lifted her head and

just outside the bathroom

her coldly with his pitch-black eyes.

seem as though she had placed a thousand miles between

to go to such lengths for a woman? He was Jonathan. In Strico, any

interesting, but he wouldn’t

an icy frostiness. “But let me

and walked out of the

arms as if she had exhausted all her strength

could leave the

her hair, and then looked at her pale reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t help but smile

entrance, a group of people suddenly

one who killed someone in