CHAPTER THIRTY: CAN'T RESIST HERROSE AMARA POVEthan removes his fingers from inside of me and lets me experience the euphoric feeling.He unbuckles his belt with one hand, sending waves of sound across the air. His boxer briefs and pants both fell to the ground in a whoosh. I can't help but stare down with heavy-lidded eyes. Even though I've seen his c*ck up close several times already, the thing continually surprises me.When Ethan mentioned he was gigantic, he wasn't joking. He is, and when he is completely erect, like he is now, the veins are evident from how hard he is working. It seems as though he is about to shatter something.Not me, please.One of my legs is raised and thereafter wrapped over his hip by him. Then, it dawns on me. I stutter against his fingers in an attempt to get him to let me speak, but he clamps his middle finger over my tongue.I nudged his shoulder while uttering incomprehensible sounds. I think I'm not breathing in enough oxygen because I'm feeling diz
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: DESPERATE OBSESSIONETHAN POVI woke up early.Not that I slept at all.I spent the entire night thinking endlessly about how to take Rose, since I was on an adrenaline high. After the third round, she passed out in front of me. Her body lost the stamina struggle after pleading with me to stop, then requesting more when I was inside her, and she ultimately drifted off.She is sleeping naked, and I lean on my elbow to take it all in. When she is sleeping, she has such a body of a goddess, and her thin frame and petite features seem so very delicate that they could easily break.But I don't have any negative thoughts, all I want to do is keep that vulnerable aspect of her safe—the side she only lets me see. \I want to be the go-to person for her when she wants to express that aspect. Because despite her outward appearance of toughness, she still has compassion. She still hurts excessively and feels too much.When I first saw the red dot on her back during the sniper
CHAPTER THIRTY - TWO: NEVER ENDING REALIZATIONROSE AMARA POVI lean against the door as it closes and allow myself to let go. My core continues to pulse after my terrifyingly intense release, and my legs are struggling to keep me up. I'm breathing forcefully, just like a zoo animal that is unable to escape. I covered my face with both of my shaking hands, trying in vain to calm myself.I have to stop it right away. I have to stop it.How could I have let that brute, that idiot, to so blatantly own me? How could I feel as though I had been looking forward to that pleasure for years?I haven't, am I correct?I lean against the door as it closes and allow myself to let go.I freeze when I hear rustling on the other side of the door because I can sense him even though I can't see him or hear him speak. Inexplicable forces are attuned to him, and unseen cords are always drawing me in his direction."What did I say about not isolating yourself from me, Rose?"His command to open the door i
CHAPTER THIRTY - THREE: NO MORNING PILLROSE AMARA POVI exit the shower with a sigh on my face and cover myself with a towel. Ethan is not there that I can find. He is inside the closet, facing his little area, and is only wearing boxers.As I approach the door, my steps stutter as I debate whether or not to enter. He does not look into my eyes as he states, "I don't bite.I move closer till we are in a straight line and I say, "I do.""It's good to know so you can safeguard your child if you become pregnant."I take out a pair of basic matching underpants and say, "I'm not pregnant."“You don’t know that.” He faces me as he shoves his feet into black pants.I wrapped a towel around my legs and slid my panties up. "I won't let it happen," she said."You know, if the child is already formed, the morning-after pill actually kills him, right?""Considering you plan to leave, perhaps you ought to start by making yourself feel bad," he suggested.I never said that. It was your trust conce
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: TRUE OR FALSEROSE AMARA'S POVA celebration is held by Uncle Raven to honor the wonderful news a few days later. The truth of not being pregnant. I dont know why Ethan does such things about this pregnancy. He knows that I don't want to bear his child, yet here we are celebrating this event.I'm not sure why I let it get to this point or how Ethan's deception got me there in the first place. Even still, the meeting's one instance of my being unable to speak was enough to cause everyone to congratulate and wish me well.Then Belle came downstairs, kept herself as busy in the kitchen, and forced me to sit down while she prepared me some healthy food. Every time Uncle Raven sees me, he can't help but smile. He might not get the chance to meet his grandchildren in this life, so I helped him fulfill that desire, yet not to Ethan.I tried to stop myself and shout that it wasn't true, but I was unable to take Uncle Raven's adoring look off his face. He appears to be so
CHAPTER THIRTY - FIVE: THE DEVIL TEMPTATIONSROSE AMARA’S POVI've gotten sensitive as a result of Ethan's thorough sex, just a little friction is enough to break me.He whispers in my ear, "The enjoyment is evident on your face," and then delicately nibbles on the lobe."Makes me want to f*ck you till you start screaming and chanting my name perfectly."My lips are forced shut as I take his hand, which is still lying on my thigh, and drive as many of my red nails as I can into his flesh. That has no effect on him. If anything, he increases the intensity. My stomach sinks and my thighs tremble as I brace myself for the impending hit.He rasps, "The more you challenge me, the more I shall put you in heaven, Princess you," before stepping back to get some food.He appears to be playing with me because he is eating slowly. I feel like a mouse who is stowed away with no escape. I keep my grip on his hand since it serves as my sole anchor right now. Even if Ethan is my anchor and knight in
CHAPTER THIRTY – SIX: TASTE IT WHILE IT LASTETHAN’S POVI was raised among monsters as a child and was taught never to crave anything. Everything is messy, used, and thrown away.Why then do I feel the desire to lick her cheek till I claim those parted lips when I look at the woman leaning up against the wall?Why is she the first thought I have when I get up and the last thing I want to see before I go to sleep?Because one taste is insufficient, Rose Amara is the forbidden fruit that I shouldn't have ever tried. The second, third, or tenth are not either.Despite being in the most exposed position possible, she lifts her chin up. Her underwear is collected around her ankles, and her dress is pulled up to her waist. Even the flimsy elastic leaves red marks on her flawless, light skin.She sputters, "I don't need your hand," and then continues. "Leave now,"I cross my legs at the ankles as I lean against the door to the supply room. "Forget about me. I'll just wait and observe. What d
CHAPTER THIRTY – SEVEN: IS IT HAPPENINGETHAN’S POVShe parts her lips as her climax breaks out, but I continue to gorge myself on her even as she chokes my dick with her interior walls. Along with continuing to nibble on the flesh and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, I continue to devour her parted lips.Rose's knees give way and fail her, but I'm supporting her by the hip."Wife, I'm not through with you yet."She shuts her eyes when the word "wife" is said. She tries standing up on her legs, but she doesn't know if it's out of pleasure or disgust.I keep going, pushing into her in a rhythmic manner akin to that of a guy on the verge of insanity, or perhaps just a man yearning for his sanity. In light of this, she enjoys it when I fully commit? Rose was created only for me because of this.Was she built for me?When my balls tighten and my spine snaps into a straight line, I don't have the mental room to concentrate on that strange thought. She is in my hands as I shoot my sperm w
CHAPTER NINETYETHAN’S POVHe really didn’t follow.I stand on the balcony for several minutes in case he shows up, but there’s no trace of him.None at all. No call. No text.I stare at the letter he left me that I tucked in my bag. Is that the last I’ll see of him? Really?I ought to kick his ass for everything he made me go through. I gave him all the reasons to come back and at least talk to me. I went to him. I didn’t remove the wedding ring. I didn’t tell him he was an idiot for thinking that leaving is the solution.I did it all, but he didn’t even follow.Fvck him.I’m about to go take a shower when commotion comes from outside my room.My heartbeat skyrockets and I nearly trip over my feet as I swing the door open.It’s not Ethan ’s face that greets me. Instead, it’s Zeth and Eya arguing with Lia, telling her she can’t go inside.“What’s going on?” I try to hide the disappointment in my tone.“You said not to disturb you, miss,” Zeth says, “but Mrs. Volkov insists on seeing y
CHAPTER EIGHTY- NINEETHAN’S POV“Fvck!”I kick Rolan’s lifeless body. Even the arsehole’s death doesn’t feel as victorious as I thought it would.Rose disappeared down the hall with that fvcker Vladimir. He’ll have even more of an opening to be beside her now that I’m not there, which has been his purpose all along.Motherfvcker.“She has you by the balls. I’m disappointed.” Fire leans against the doorframe and places a cigarette in his mouth, but instead of lighting it, he keeps flipping his lighter on and off. His Beware of Fire Hazard tattoo peeks out from underneath his sleeve with the movement.“Shut the fvck up, Fire. He almost clipped my nails from my sniper hand, Godfather!”“It didn’t happen.” Fire pauses flipping his lighter.I narrow my eyes. “You wanted to do it.”“But I didn’t. And stop moaning to Ghost like a little kid.”“I’m going to—”“Enough.” Godfather sighs, staring down at me. “Do you have the time to bicker with Fire right now? Shouldn’t you go after your wife?”
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT ROSE AMARA ’S POVI did it.I’m in the Irish’s club, which Rolan has a back office in.It hasn’t been an individual effort. Thanks to Julian and his acquaintance with Ethan ’s insider with the Irish, we were able to figure out the location.While River was completely against handing over territories, he said he’d turn a blind eye if I took his men and came here.I had to beg Vlad to help, and it wasn’t easy since he doesn’t like Ethan . The growly mountain of a man only softened when I mentioned the baby and that I don’t want him to grow up fatherless.Damien agreed to help because, in his words, “It should be fun.”I asked Kirill for his intel help because he has the best spies. He was the hardest to crack, and only agreed when I gave him an oath in front of Sasha that no one except for the three of us will know of her true gender. Well, Ethan already knows somehow, but I’m not the one who told him.Igor sent men, too, but Adrian has been MIA today. Even his clo
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN ETHAN’S POVMum’s words from the nightmare slam back to me. Could it be a warning about the truth?“Who is he?” I ask Rolan. “Who’s my father?”He releases a long laugh that echoes in the space around us. “Ah. Isn’t this grand? Ye lived with the Russians for years and still didn’t recognize yer father? A bastard is a bastard, after all.”“Who the fvck is he?”“Don’t ye worry, my lad. I already called him and gave him evidence that ye’re his boy, so if he does want ye, he’ll show up. Though, I doubt anyone wants a filthy bastard whose only use is killing from the shadows.”“Was he the one from that night? The one who came when my mother tried to escape?”“Probably. Yer mother was smart, but not fast enough. My idiot brother promised to protect her and ye, but she knew I’d kill ye both the first chance I got, so she decided to leave. But that didn’t turn out grand for her, did it?”“I’m going to kill you,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “I don’t care how or when,
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXETHAN’S POV“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”Mam? Where are you?The place is pitch-black like a cave. It smells rotten too, as if a dead animal is decomposing inside it. My legs get lost in something sticky underneath, but I can’t see it.I can’t see anything except for darkness.The sound of weeping gets louder the more I walk. It’s my mother. I’d recognize the sound anywhere, even though it’s been thirty years.“Mam? Where are ye?” I don’t know why I’m speaking in a Northern Irish accent, but all of a sudden, it feels as if I’m back to being that small boy. The only difference is that I’m trapped in a grown-up’s body. “Mam!”The only answer is the sound of weeping. It’s long and wretched as if her grief is clawing out from the grave.“Mam, come out. I can protect ye now. No one will hurt ye.”The weeping ceases and a rustle comes from right in front of me. I halt, the sound of the sticky mud under my feet stopping too.The darkness slowly dissipates like fo
CHAPTER EIGHTY - FIVEROSE AMARA'S POVAfter knocking on the office’s door, I open it and step inside. I pause when I find an unknown man sitting across from my granduncle.“Rose. Come in.” Uncle River motions at me to join him, so I close the door and do just that, bluntly watching the new man.He appears to be in his mid to late forties. His large frame dwarfs his dark suit. His brown hair is styled back, and he's sitting nonchalantly. It's not so threatening as to attract attention, but it's not slack either, like he's ready to jump up any second. It's so similar to… Ethan's.Tattoos cover the backs of his hands, and they don’t appear like the ones I recognize from the Bratva, the Triads, or the Yakuza.He's watching me as intently as I'm watching him, like we're two predators before a fight over who owns a territory.“This is Rose.” Uncle River introduced me.“So she’s the one Ethan married.” the stranger observes quietly. British accent. Wait, could he be…“Are you…Ethan’s…”“God
CHAPTER EIGHTY - FOURETHAN'S POVMiss Amber,I know you hate it when I call you that, but I need the distance right now to write this.The first time I met you, I thought you were just another spoilt mafia princess, but I found you to be a strict bean. You didn't let anyone tell you what to do and stood up for yourself. You didn't stop there and made it your mission to help those weaker than you, even if it meant going against people with more influence than you.Here's the thing—I didn't plan to get close or to learn about you as much as I have. My sole mission then was to use Nikolai's intel to watch my uncle's movements from afar.At one point, that mission started to blur. At one point, the only reason I looked forward to new days wasn't my grand revenge plan but you.The more time I spent with you, the harder you tore at my armor and engraved yourself deeper. The more I saw, the blurrier my purpose became, the more insignificant I felt. Watching you go after your goals without h
CHAPTER EIGHTY - THREEETHAN'S POVthe splitting headache is the least of my problems when I stare at the woman lying on her stomach on the bed.A galaxy of bruises covers her hips, arms, thighs, arse, and even around the snake tattoo on her spine.Fvck.I spring awake as memories of last night trickle back in. What the fvck have I done? If it weren't for her back's steady rise and fall, I would think I'd killed her or something.Bloody hell.I shouldn't have touched her when I was drunk. The reason I don't get drunk isn't only because I lose my inhibitions but also because I can't control myself. There's no stop or even pause button in that state.Not that I've ever had those buttons when it comes to Rose. Whenever I recalled my decision, I fvcked her more, owned her more, and was nothing short of a madman.I can’t believe I took her on the floor over and over like a fvcking animal. She’s already too fragile and easily bruises by a simple touch. How could I let my beast side take com
CHAPTER EIGHTY - TWOROSE AMARA’S POVI'm lying completely flat on the carpet with my back to him. I stare back at him as he yanks open his drawer. He'll bring out a toy, but I should've known better. Ethan might like to torture me with them, but he doesn't want them involved during sex. I prefer him to them, anyway.He retrieves a bottle of lube and a condom and doesn't bother to close the drawer. Wait. A condom? Ethan never used them, so I didn't even know he had one.Besides, what’s the use of a condom when he’s already gotten me pregnant?He removes his shirt, revealing his stiff muscles and the tattoos rippling on his abs. I don't dare look away or move. I'll be missing something crucial if I do.Ethan throws his shirt away and stalks behind me like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. I follow him with my gaze until he kneels between my parted legs.He places a hand under my stomach and lifts me up so I'm slightly bent over on my knees. The position differs from anything