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CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE: I AM THE OWNER OF YOU ROSE AMARA POV He's…back. As I turn around, my breathing gets slower. I look up at him, admiring how he has styled his hair back and how his shirt is still expertly tucked into his slacks just as it was when he left earlier. On his body, there are no obvious wounds, bruising, or even dirt. He comes across as perfect as always. Back he is. Those harsh, strong words spread through my body like wildfire. The impersonal communications I received from him in recent years were not the final communication I had with him today. As he moves his hand under my eye to remove moisture, his brow furrows. "What's wrong, you ask?" I want to stop the tears and the weakness, but I lack the ability to do so. They are stuck in my eyelids as a remembrance of the day I was left alone in this room because he failed to appear. He never approached me from behind and inquired as to whether I missed him. I mutter, "You left." He keeps wiping my tears as if, like me, he doesn't like the significance of them or the fact that I can't find the will to stop them, saying, "You knew I did." "I pursued the sniper, but they vanished without a trace. They escaped because they were in front of me. "You left Ethan, you f*cked off and left." He pauses at my cheek for a brief moment before continuing to stroke the flesh there, so he must realize I'm not talking about the present. "You won't ever forget that, won't you? " I give one headshake. "Not even if I'm present with you, right? He makes a small smile. "Not even when you miss me, do you? Wait for me to show you what you do, before you say otherwise.' When I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his lips, he turns away. The roaring of my heart makes my kiss at best hesitant and a little wobbly. Ethan freezes for a brief moment, his eyes slightly expanding. That is the extent of his hesitancy. As he intensifies the kiss and presses his tongue against mine, his hand envelops my neck. It's not even close to the good beginning I gave it. Ethan may be kissing my mouth, but his grip extends past my lips and tongue to encompass the entirety of my body. He is unrepentant, rough, and possessive, just like everything else about him. There is a collision of tongues and teeth, as though our battle for dominance had spilled over into our passionate kiss. He continues to grip me by the neck with one hand while pressing me against the wall with the other hand digging into my hip. His brutal handling of my body reveals his true colors, and he is not in the least bit nice about it. The brutal, delightful handling. I didn't attack him like I usually do; I took a completely different path. I become submerged in his genuine character and aroma, which has grown into a rock I want to cling to and never let go of. It could be that I've been waiting a long time for this. Maybe it's because I've always imagined Ethan going insane. It might be both. The golden strands fell over my shoulders as Ethan's fingers effortlessly untie the elastic band from my hair. He pulls the flimsy straps of my nightgown down just as I'm concentrating on that. The fragile items rip with a ferocious motion, tumbling to the ground and down between my breasts. I yell at him, but it turns into a sigh when he pulls away and skillfully kisses the back of my neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin and probably leaving hickeys in the process. He has a thing for brutally marking my body; it kind of serves as our common ground. I have stood in front of the bathroom mirror every day since he started this practice and ran my fingers over the signs of his markings. Before his fangs engulf a peaked nipple, Ethan's tongue circles around it. It's so difficult that I arch my back and feel zaps of ecstasy go straight between my legs. Ethan keeps me in position by holding me by the throat as he continues to torture one of my nipples before moving on to the other. The most terrifying aspect is that I don't want the tingling and pain in my nerve endings to cease. It's actually the exact reverse, if anything. When his other hand pulls my pants down and slips his palm between my tensed-up thighs, I attempt to get used to the sensation. He says, "Open those legs," on the delicate skin of my breast, as his breath further hardens my nipple. He says, "If you don't, I'll use my methods," as I remain concentrated on the stimulation he is producing in my body. "These consist of punishing you as you choose." No matter how much I try to disguise my reaction, my breathing becomes labored at the word. "Punish me, but how?" "You won't be able to move without thinking of me after I f*ck you, I promise. I'll suffocate your tiny c*nt with my d*ck till that is all you can think about." He slams his fingers on my damp folds and says, "But first, I'll start with this. The music reaches me before the sting does." My thighs start to tremble as I gasp, but there's something else, a tingling, clenching awareness I've never experienced before. Should I say it again or are you going to open? He firmly bites into my breast. My legs spontaneously open, and I whimper-moan as they do. "Excellent princess." I close my eyes as Ethan runs his fingers down my damp folds, marveling at the closeness of it all and at how well he has come to know my body in such a short period of time, given that I never took the time to get to know it. He simultaneously inserts two fingers inside of me, curling them there. I'm not sure if it's because of that, the earlier simulation, or some mix of the two, but I can already feel the storm raging outside my reality. Ethan touches my earlobe and remarks, "Even though I've been prepping you all this time, your c*nt is still so f*cking tight," before nibbling on the flesh. "How do you want to handle my d*ck?" I could only respond with a moan. Right now, all I want is the fulfillment and release he's creating inside of me. It has never felt this way in my hand, and it has never felt this way in anyone else's either. I have always viewed guys as either enemies or allies. None of them ever crossed my mind as someone who belonged in my nighttime fantasies. It dawns on me that I never intended for it to be real. If it had been someone other than Ethan, it wouldn't have been the same. He is the one causing me to have all of these strange feelings. He is the one for whom my body rises like a phoenix from the ashes. And that situation is fatal. Ethan takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with his other hand just as I'm about to arrive. Something arousing and musky is on my lips. The moment my eyes open, I notice the same fingers within me grabbing my mouth. "Take advantage of me. My fingers should be clean." He scissors his fingers inside me, and I can't finish my sentence before he shoves his fingers inside my lips. "I'm done for. I arrived with a tremble that spread throughout my body." With his fingers curling inside of me and his other fingers gliding on my tongue, Ethan continues his double attack. Even while I'm battling the vestiges of my orgasm, tasting myself in him is a whole other kind of closeness than what is keeping me captive. It's the complete possessiveness in his eyes, which are a brilliant blue sea. With his fingers pressing against my tongue, I was unable to respond to him verbally, not that I would have anything to say. When I'm currently pinned against the wall by his strength. "I am the owner of you."