CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN: OH NO! ROSE AMARA POV My eyes fluttered at Ethan across the table as they widened. Although there is no noise, stimulation is undoubtedly present, and he certainly contributed to this by sitting with one hand holding a drink and the other tucked under the table. In seconds, my underwear feels drenched, and any wriggling simply worsens the friction. Nathan notices the fidgeting and asks with real concern, "Are you okay?" I hope he does not inform me that something reddened my face. I mumbled, "I-I'm fine," with some embarrassment. Ethan pretends to be very interested in Father despite my attempts to meet his eyes. Even as he speaks, his angular features remain calm and carefree. I added to make sure of it that Min Hao hasn't had stronger relationships with the Yakuza than anyone here, and they seemed to be convinced. I try to concentrate on him rather than the buzzing inside of me, but the stimulation makes it nearly difficult. It feels like Ethan has his fingers inside me again, back in the shower. No. Leave my head, please. 'Allow me to visit the British," Ethan says to Father. "Since it was my wedding, I can apologies to them and learn what they're thinking," he added. "With the British, an apology goes a long way," explains Nathan. Ethan grinned at his father and said, "Exactly." He slowly and unhurriedly moved his eyes towards me before pouting his lips. I mouth, "Stop it," holding the table's edge for support. His smirk deepens in a room full of men before he conceals it and acts as though he's not torturing me. Father advises, "Take Hades with you," and Ethan nods. "I'm going too," while suppressing a groan. "No, you're not," Ethan replies. 'Yes, I am. It was our wedding. If it's both of us, they'd be more realistic." 'Or more reclusive just because you're female," says Thorn. As the vibration grows stronger, Ethan meets my gaze and says, "Hades and I will be enough." I've never been so stimulated, and the fact that I can't release it makes me delirious. My fingers tremble, and it takes all my self-control not to groan, whimper, or utter humiliating sounds. "Rose," Father calls my name, but I can hardly hear him over the noise in my ears. Ethan comes to my side in two seconds and touches my forehead like a devoted spouse. I want to knee him in the balls but can't take my mind off the humming inside me. As sweat drips down my temples, I clench my lips. I cannot talk since the only sound that would emit from my mouth now would be one of ashamed need. 'I'm sorry, everyone, but I think I overdid it last night." As his comments devastate the room, I can feel my nerves tightening and the color fading from my cheeks. Nathan and Father both stutter. Thorn demands that we place our heads on the table before him as Pakstan and everyone giggle. It's unbelievable what he just stated. 'No, you're right."  Please confirm that the sound I just heard was an illusion of my imagination. Ethan holds me in his arms with seamless ease. "I'll take her to rest." I couldn't even if I wanted to since the device vibrated, and my legs were jelly. I detest how comfortable and nearly automatic this position in his arms has grown, though. The tremor grows before we leave. I squeal, covering the sound as the toy thumps against my clit with my face in his shoulder. As the wave unexpectedly reaches me, I firmly bite down on his shirt. Hell, yeah. Ethan walks me out of the room with a nonchalant demeanor as he muffles my cry with the fabric of his shirt. I hardly hear Ethan's good-natured justifications or the guard locking the door when we leave, let alone the noises coming from inside. That wasn't an accident. In front of the Kings and the brotherhood leaders, I didn't orgasm. When I think about how to get rid of Ethan's body, the humming between my legs gets louder. "Stop it." He murmurs, "Bringing you pleasure?" as he stutters at the bottom of the steps and asks, "Stop what?" A different kind of friction that begins at my ear sense and shoots between my knees is awoken by the warmth of his breath and the little brush of his jaw against the shell of my ear. No, this won't take place once more. Never again. I wiggle in the hopes that he will disappoint me, but all he does is increase the intensity at my clit. "Holy sh*t," I gasped, pressing my nails into his shirt. He grins, "Does it feel good?" "F*ck you." He kisses my ear lobe, dragging his tongue over it, flicking and biting as if he's feeding on my tongue.  "Not yet, but I can keep you satisfied with my toys." "I can't wait to see the look on your face when my d*ck is plunged deep inside your tight c*nt. I didn't expect you to be this sensitive." I'm powerless to stop the whimper that escapes from my gritted teeth. I try to convince myself that it's just the stimulation from the toy, but his remarks fuel the flames. He speaks to them with absolute assurance, as if they were destined to occur. For him, it is a matter of when, not if, and for some reason, my chest flips at the promise, at the explosive pleasure I now know is lying in store for me in the future. He pauses, releasing my earlobe to demonstrate how to lick his lips at me. "You're going to come one more time, aren't you?" he asks. I shook my head rapidly, trying to dismiss the sight. If I allow him to control me again, I'll be doomed. "Yes, you will. Are you picturing me inside of you, taking my d*ck like a good little princess while I thrust into you hard, fast, and rough?" In the mental picture, he's given me, my thighs clench. Even if I wanted to get rid of it, I couldn't. Despite how rough and blatant it is, my body reacts to it in ways I never imagined. "Rose?" I scream inaudibly when I hear Hades' voice speaking from behind us. He cannot view me in this manner. Nobody can. The reputation I've worked so hard to acquire and make sacrifices for will be destroyed if I do this. And yet, I cannot halt the storm developing in the distance. The air inside me is adjusting, warming up, and preparing for the hit that will take me over and not let go. Hades's voice gets closer, signaling he is coming toward us and won't let this go. "Is everything all right?" He is aware that I never let anyone carry me unless I'm seriously ill, hurt, or otherwise incapacitated. Why is it so simple to let Ethan abuse me in this manner now? But even if I tried, I couldn't stop it. My legs would give out, and Hades would see my frailty. Ethan mutters, "Tell him to piss off." I hissed, "Shut up." His voice grows dimmer with each word, "Then maybe I should drop you right here and now so he can see how much of a slut his little princess actually is." My eyes widen as I shake my head and say, "E-Ethan." "D-don't…" I muttered, "Please go f*ck yourself. He takes his hands off me as the thing inside me gets louder, "Not the right attitude when you need me." Sh*t. I'll have an orgasm. "Don't! Please, please," I screamed as I used my nails to rip at his shirt to keep him from releasing me. 'Perfect. Tell your hero in shining armor to piss. Off, as I stated previously." My voice trembles, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from making any additional noises as I say. "I-I'm fine, Hades." Hades halted in my field of vision, and I hid in Ethan's sweater when he said, "You don't sound fine." I'd sooner die than allow Hades to see a face I don't recognize. Ethan says, "She's just a little unwell," with the friendly demeanor that normally gets him what he wants. "I'll bring her to our room," he said. Our space? How on earth did it get to be our room? Hades moves before us and says, "Let me look at her." Ethan's nonchalance is gone, and he asks, "Why the f*ck would you look at my wife? Keep your f*cking eyes and hands off her because she is no longer the Rose you had unrestricted access to. She is now wed to me, married to me, and took vows to be with me." Hades grunts, but he moves to the side. In the brotherhood, no one intercedes between a husband and his wife. Not even the boss himself, nobody. This relationship is even more holy than the bond we share with one another. Hades himself doesn't press it because of this. I repeated to him, "I'm really f-fine, Hades," without raising my head. When Ethan finally made it up the stairs, I could no longer contain the escalating violence inside of me. I squeeze Ethan's neck even more as I let an orgasm overtake me. Although most of the excitement is between my legs, being in Ethan's embrace causes my entire body to tighten and causes me to shake wildly. Show me that face of abandonment and reveal your true freedom. For some reason, I turned my head to look at his expression because it seemed as though he had taken off his mask.