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. +

Rosalie said. Each time she swallowed the

synonymous with not being peaceful? Jonathan chuckled and stretched out

of her skin on her shoulder

immensely. She shut her eyes

was futile, all Rosalie could do was passively endure.

was something she had come to understand during her

his lips kissing her neck, collarbone, and fingers touching her skin.

treat him as

her mind, but her body seemed unable to restrain itself with her will. The

opened her eyes and covered her

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

and aside from expelling some stomach acid, nothing was

continued to vomit, her body trembled incessantly. When Rosalie had vomited so much that she could hardly bring up any stomach acid anymore, she slowly

stood just outside the bathroom

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

huddled body made it seem as though she had placed a

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

might be interesting, but he wouldn’t bother with a woman who held

let you go. Jonathan said coldly. In his beautiful eyes, there was an icy frostiness. “But let me make it clear upfront. Even if you regret it

and walked out of the ward.

the sink with both arms as if she had exhausted all her strength to

mean she could

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

entrance, a group of people

one who killed