CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY: PLAN A ROSE AMARA POV They charge at us—or, more specifically, at me. I was curious until I noticed the silhouettes of Eya and Zeth in front of my chamber. I hid my face in Ethan's shirt so they wouldn't see me in this predicament. They'll think I'm weak, since weak individuals can't survive. Even though he's the reason I started off this way, Ethan offers on my behalf, "Rose feels a little under the weather. I will put her to bed," and I appreciate it. "Should we take her to the hospital?" Eya asks. Zeth declares as he starts to go, "I'll bring the car." 'There is no need," Ethan added, pointing to them. 'You should go down…she will call if she needs your help." They seem uncertain, but after I nod, they acquiesce and proceed to the stairs. I check inside to ensure no one is there as he pushes open the door to my room. It's vacant, as expected. My room is casual. A console, a queen bed, and neatly placed doors. One connects to my walk-in closet, the other to the bathroom. The door to the balcony was shut as usual. Since I was a young child, my father and Uncle Raven have drilled this lesson into me. The bulletproof glass used in this home's windows is due to this. Setting it up costs a fortune, but nothing can be taken for granted when you lead a life as perilous as ours. After teaching me to be wary of them, Uncle Raven should not have brought this killer carrying me in his arms. This shouldn't be the case. Ethan helped me stand so I could lock the door. To maintain my balance, I push away from him and lean against the wall because the object still vibrates inside me and urges me to have additional orgasms. I reach under my dress and close my eyes in shame when the proof of my desire soaks my fingers, holding on to the wall with a sweaty, trembling hand. "Stop." I pause after hearing the order, then my eyelids gradually open. I've never been one to submit to authority. Still, Ethan always manages to stab me in a hidden place that baffles me. Unlike the men downstairs with whom I've lived my entire life, Ethan lacks authority. I have become accustomed to male dominance and have long since ceased being afraid of it. On the other hand, Ethan strikes me as calm and pleasant, almost like he belongs as a doctor or a sexy CEO rather than in this line of work. Even though I am aware of the façade's deceitfulness, he has mastered it to the point where I am left speechless and staring when he displays his strong side. He tilts his chin towards me, "If you remove it, our deal is null and void." The initiative is now yours. I test how shaky my voice is, how hungry and out of control I sound, "You expect me to walk around with this thing inside me all day?" 'It should help you relax a little and knock you off your mind." I intended to warn him, but his name came out like a whimper. "Ethan..." "Princess Amber? We made a deal. You will wear my gadgets, and I can go where I want." He calls me that, and I detest it. It feels so far away and odd after all the time we've known each other and everything we've been through. Who am I kidding, though? I can only relate to that period in the past. It is now nothing. I grit my teeth and say, "At least make it stop." "Say the word that will get things for you from me." 'Which word?" "Plead with me to take you out of your misery." 'Amber's don't beg." 'You can try it again, don't worry.  It will eventually become a habit because you did it in front of Hades." 'I'm not going to ask you—ahhhh..." My words halt as he turns up the vibrator's volume to the point where it can be heard. "Stop…ahhh…" He takes his hand out of his pocket and pulls out a little black remote, saying, "I still have five more intensity levels to go, one for every minute you remain stubborn. 'Let's step up and do it every second, starting right now." He presses the button, and I slump up against the wall as the vibration grows intolerably loud. My legs tremble as my nipples clench against the built-in bra of the garment. "Ethan…" He clicks again, and I groan, my lips shaking in shame as I feel moisture soaking my underwear and coating my inner thighs. "That's not begging. Try harder," he says. "Jesus…" He clicks again, and this time, as the dildo burrows deeper within me, I scream, "Yeah, he won't help in this unholy union. "I'm not a virgin, but since my last sexual activity was almost ten years ago, I might as well be. There are seven. I forgot it had special modes for bad females like you. Two more to go, oh wait." "All right, you win. End it." 'Only if you beg and are persuasive in doing so." "Stop it...please." I wasn't able to understand what was said at the end. "Please." He presses a button, and the vibration ceases when he says, "That's it." I collapsed to the ground, attempting to regain my breath and prevent a sinking feeling of disappointment in the pit of my stomach. Before his voice fills the air, a shadow covers me. That wasn't all that difficult, was it? I raise myself, align my hand, and smack him. My palm stings as the sound echoes in the stillness around us. "I'm not only your wife… I'm an executive and an asset to the brotherhood. I didn't get this far for you to drag me down," "Don't you ever put me in a weak position?" Instead of fury, I was expecting to see him as his jaw tightens, a maniacal grin tugs at his lips. I'll play with you in any way I choose. "Do you hear me? You won't break me." 'Princess, don't lure me with your prey, it will only make me want to hunt more." I pushed him and went to the bathroom to clean up, saying, "I'll get you back for this. You have my f*cking word." He calls after me, "Don't take away the toy. I'll know if you do." I ignored him and flipped him off over my shoulder. As I enter and lock the door, a low chuckle follows. Ethan's cautions against doing so had little effect. Like this morning, I scrutinize my reflection and can hardly identify who welcomes me back. My lips are puffy, my cheeks are crimson, and even my perfectly styled hair seems untidy. What's worst? My internal organs are still tingling, and I want to be tortured by Ethan even more. He quickly transforms me into a masochist who cannot get enough of him and his apologies. Why the heck is he torturing me? I get a towel from the rack, wet it, and wipe it between my thighs because I'm frustrated with myself. I remove and discard my destroyed underwear because it is no longer functional. I need some time to get myself back into shape. Ethan believed he could control him with this, but it is clear that he is unaware of the Rose he left behind when he vanished to who knows where. He opens the door to the room as I leave the restroom. I caught the scent of his final phrase.  "I'm on my way. Everything is going as planned." Or so he believes. Ethan will notice the catastrophe once he is in the middle of it. He will make good on his vow to make up for the entire shitshow he put on for me today.