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CHAPTER THIRTY – SIX: TASTE IT WHILE IT LAST ETHAN'S POV I 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 does it feel like to touch oneself with the toy you once detested so much? Are the rubber-encased walls tensing up? " Her back visibly arches as she says, "S-shut up," her tits rubbing against the fabric of her clothing. At the sight, my cock throbs and screams for me to snag her by the throat and do her rough. However, I have a stronger desire to play games with her because I know she also wants to. She takes every opportunity to antagonize me because of this. I find it both enticing and irritating to see her push the plastic object in and out of her pussy while I'm standing right there. The first is because I adore the way she gives pleasure. She appears attuned to every spark coursing through her, as seen by the way her body unwinds, her lips part, and the level of her gaze. The latter is the case, since I don't want anything—not even a toy I bought—to touch her besides me. My dick is in a fit of rage, planning to swap out the toy and break her all around him. Is the size of the toy no longer able to please you? Even though I'm on the verge of fvcking her on the floor like a bloody animal, I ask in the most casual manner possible. "Does your fling ask for additional food? " Even though Rose likes to hide it, she enjoys using derogatory language. She catches the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. Every time I tell her what I intend to do to her, her protective barriers grip more around me. "Just ask if you want the actual thing, or, better yet, ask for it as a good princess would. She tilts her chin toward the bulge in my pants and says, "You want this so much, too. I've never said I don't. "How about if you ask for it?" Not the other way around, women ask me. "Well, perhaps you ought to visit them." "Perhaps I will." She stops moving and gives me a piercing gaze. "Then perhaps I'll come across men who also beg me for it." My jaw tightens. Even though I understand her "eye for an eye" stance, the thought of her being with any other head causes my eyesight to become completely dark. "Not if I first snipe him down." "You can't keep an eye on me all the time." Oh, I can, I can. Every man within a meter of you will be killed by me. Try it if you don't trust me. Just go ahead and give it a shot. I'm surprised by her countenance as she whimpers through a small smile. She speaks with a breathy, desperate tone that begs without using the word "please." "Ethan, do you enjoy exercising control to the point where you disregard your physical needs?" She turns her attention once more to my pants, where I haven't tried to cover up the signs of my filthy passion for this girl. "Ethan, what's the matter? hesitant to follow your impulses?" She lifts her chin and casually, even seductively, thrusts the toy in and out of her. Screw me. Rose has mastered the art of seduction since when fearful of what. I cling to my power with a firm grip. "Afraid of feeling...letting go." I take two big strides to get to her, turn her around so her front is facing the wall, and grab her by the throat from behind. As my fingers encircle the easily injured and clearly identified as mine sensitive neck flesh, her startled gasp slowly transforms into a moan. I whispered into Rose's ear. "I'm not the one who's terrified of letting go." Then, with my voice quivering. I bite into it. 'You are." The only motivation I require to let go of her hair and let it fall over her shoulders is her whimper of pleasure. I next unbuckle my belt and pull my boxer shorts down to release my sore d*ck. I remove the object from her pussy and discard it. She clings to my hand that is wrapped around her throat, not to get rid of it, but rather to use it as a mooring for what is going to happen. I've developed such a keen sense of her requirements. Despite being powerful and gorgeous, my wife is nevertheless vulnerable to me. Just me. My hand is able to completely encircle her neck because of the sideways angle of her head. It would be simple to fracture her, then watch as she breaks. I nibble on the soft flesh of her ear lobe as I mutter, "I won't hold back." "Have you ever been reluctant?" Oh yes, I was. The amount I was, you have no idea. "Now, won't you?" Her voice trembles just a little bit. She feels terrified, but it isn't her only emotion. The widening of her eyes and the way she stands perfectly still next to me are signs of my wife's excitement. Near her ear, I can hardly hear myself . "No. You'll accept all I give you, too. Every orgasmic thrust, every drop of my c*m, everything." She simply shudders as I immediately crash inside of her. Her groan is raucous, uninhibited, and reverberates in the cramped area surrounding us. I press my index finger into her mouth while holding my hand at her throat. 'Shh. They will hear you." She took a firm bite out of my finger. I smirk while trying not to cringe. I adore it when she submits to me and then decides she wants to show off her fiery side after giving as good as she receives. In response to my finger, she exclaims, "Y-you're...you're so enormous." I press harder into her, letting her sense the depth of my insanity and the absurdity of it all as I say, "And yet you accept all I give you like a good princess." With her head bowed, Rose balanced herself by slapping her other hand against the wall. "Look at me when I'm f*cking you," I say as I tighten my grasp on her throat and tilt her head so she is looking up at me. Even while her sparkling eyes are beaming with evident desire, another emotion also comes through: a challenge. She's asking me to give it my all for her. I laughed, possibly in a frantic way. "You're screwed, Rose, if you keep staring at me with those eyes." She says, as if she doesn't want to reveal her greatest wish, "You said you'd give your all. "Oh, I'll give it to you, no problem. I'm not too at fault if you get hurt." As I ram inside of her with a force that consumes all of my energy, my hand slides from her throat to grasp her hair. My entire blood flows to the area between us. She squeals and bucks away from the wall, but I firmly hold her against it. She had to cover her lips with both hands to prevent the rest of the world from hearing her rising moans. But even when my thrusts become out of control, she maintains eye contact. I'm losing control of myself. It's one of the only times I show her my most authentic self, which she stupidly wants to know, but I have no idea what she sees when she looks at my face. She will lose all hope if she does. Rose takes her hands away from her mouth and presses her lips on mine instead of the distaste I had anticipated and fear would have been more logical—as well. She...kissed me. While I'm brutally using Rose's body to show her what a monstrous I am, she is kissing me. She already had enough nightmares to deal with, so the monster left her. In a desperate attempt to get her to stop, I bite her bottom lip, but she responds by licking my upper lip. Damn... I give her a quick kiss in return that causes my crimson breath to leave my lungs. When I'm breathing her in as my preferred form of drug, who cares about oxygen? I guess I suffer because of this woman.