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CHAPTER THIRTY – SEVEN: IS IT HAPPENING ETHAN'S POV She 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 while grunting. She absorbs every single bit, every f*cking drop, as I had promised her. For the few seconds it takes for us to gather our breath, I don't draw away from her. I slam into Rose as she slumps up against the wall. She doesn't object if I'm too heavy; she just keeps trying to breathe. I grant us some time in that way. Me and her alone. between bodies. To another pulse. I glare at my watch and berate myself for losing track of time, especially in light of the show I planned for tonight. Fortunately, there were still 20 minutes left. I ought to keep Rose here till everything is over. To be more precise, a tear that escaped from her eye is what she was wiping with her palm. F*ck. Even in my degree of depravity, that was too severe. As I feel her shape against mine, regrets I shouldn't have had begin to creep in. She is fragile and easily hurt, yet I vented my frustrations to her. I withdrew and reluctantly let her go. She spins around to face me, clinging to the wall for support as she barely stands on her legs. As I brush a finger under her eyes, my gaze is drawn to her deep blue eyes. "Are you hurting? " "Ethan, I'm not a delicate woman. You shouldn't treat me like one. "However, you are." Even though her chin is somewhat wobbling, she sticks it out. "I'm not," I say. I lightly touched the scar on her collarbone with my fingertips. "This shows the contrary." "I'm good. I requested it." I make a small smile. "You certainly did. You able to walk? " "Just give me a moment, please." My tone is amused, "Take a minute." "Are you mocking me? she asks, her lovely eyes narrowing on mine. "My lovely wife, why would I?" She sighs, "You're such an asshole," as she stoops to pull her underpants up her legs. She is still trembling, and her fingers are hardly usable. I took up the duty of making her seem presentable and put her hands at her sides. A major part of me doesn't want anyone other than me to see this side of her, but another big part of me wants her to go out like this, with my cum dry on her thighs and her face looking fully f*cked. Although she tries to object, I yank her hands away. "Stay here." Before tying her hair with the elastic band at the back of her head, I brush her hair with my fingertips. She initially stands motionless like a statue before beginning to fidget. She suddenly snatches my belt from behind. "I'll help, too." She initially tucks me in timidly, as though she didn't know how to do it. She touches my dick, and he twitches back to life. Screw me. That thing is incapable of relaxing. As I finish wiping the lipstick off the edges of Rose's mouth, she zips up my pants and fastens my belt. Then, with her hands around my waist and my finger on her corner, we continue to stare at one other. "How come it feels...normal? ", she sighs. 'What's it?" She leans in close to us and says, "This." I'm not sure if she's referring to her and I or to the way we tucked each other in. "Should it not?" Once, she shakes her head. She usually irritates me so much when she acts that way. Even though I already have her by the throat—in every sense—she is stll fighting and trying to flee. "Rose, you were always supposed to be mine. Stop battling against it." "So stop hiding from me," I said. "I'm not running away." "You're escaping." "Is that what you want to hear, Rose, that I'm running and screwing you over on the way?" She usually responds by challenging me, so I expect her to do the same. In contrast, she speaks softly. "I'd like to know more about you—the actual you, not the image you're trying to convey to the outside world." "What purpose would that serve?" 'Me. I'll be closer to your side as a result. We can do what our heart wants." "I'll venture a guess.You still won't have entire faith in me." "Not until you show that you deserve that trust." I hesitate as I weigh my choices and come up with the best case. "I was a member of an assassination ring." Although she says, "I knew as much," her eyes widen. "You didn't, in fact. You only knew that I was a hired killer. The aspect of organization is new to you. "And how long have you been a part of this company?" "From the time I was five years old." I detest the expression in her drooping eyes. "Stop staring at me that way." "As in what?" "How dare you feel sorry for me." She violently shakes her head. "It's not like that. That is new to me." "So what is it then?" She pauses, "Nothing. And what follows? " "Nothing then." 'Ethan!" 'What? There are others who can use that word besides you." "Have you ever had somebody point out what a jerk you are?" "You frequently engage in that. There is no competition for you in that area." "Hmm, d*ck." "I am aware of your dependence on my d*ck. I don't need to be reminded." Her cheeks warm up. "No, I meant you're an idiot.Idiot." "Do you want to give my d*ck head, then?" 'Ugh. Stop distorting my statements. "Why should I not?" For the first time in a very long time, I truly smiled. "I like it." A bang comes from outside, and I stare at my watch. Ten minutes early—what the fuck? With her shaking limbs long gone, Rose pushes away from me and exits the supply room. I muttered, "Bleeding hell," and ran after her into the eating area. In the midst of the calm, chaos breaks out as armed men storm inside brandishing their weapons. As each man draws his rifle, women squeal from beneath the table and crouch. Before they arrive, Rose pauses, pats Belle on the head, and addresses Ella and a few other females. Then she bolts upright and gestures at Zeth, promising to join them and help make their task at least somewhat simple. As he, Eya, and Rose form a triangle and begin shooting at the attackers, he hands her a gun. I'm always struck by that woman's f*cking bravery. However, it is ineffective in this circumstance. The assailants are not only outfitted in bulletproof vests, but no mafia member can compete with them in terms of skill. Rose ran her head toward Uncle Raven. In a split second, the motion occurs. I keep an eye on her and can observe the precise instant when her brain makes a decision. Rai resolves to defend Uncle Raven when a shooter aims at him. F*ck! At the last second, I outran her by running at full speed. As a bullet pierces my chest, she comes to a stop to my right, her countenance astonished. I am thrown back by the force, falling to the ground as my bones are struck. Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. 'Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.