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CHAPTER SEVENTY – THREE ROSE AMARA'S POV Ethan drives me to the nearest hospital. I tried arguing that I felt great and didn't need medical care, but Ethan being Ethan, he didn't listen to those protests. Why can't the mule understand that I would rather be in our bed right now? While I did fight, there was a moment where I thought I would be raped and then killed and would never see him again. It doesn't matter that none of that happened. The thought was already planted in the dark recesses of my psyche, and that idea killed me slowly. That thought broke my heart and only beat back to life after seeing him again. So no, a hospital isn't where I want to go. I want him to take me, to make me forget about the scum who put his limp dick inside my mouth. I want him to wash away everything and everyone so he's the only one who remains. But we obviously have different ideas of what I need. For someone so smart, Ethan can be such an idiot sometimes. He's currently driving. One of his strong hands is on the steering wheel, and the other lies motionless in his lap. Even his side profile exudes a potent type of masculinity. I've always loved watching him while he's quiet and in his element. While Ethan usually has massive energy, it's mostly camouflage. Now, he's more relaxed, and I feel at peace looking at him. Aside from the tingling at my core, that didn't stop once we left the Albanians' compound. It should be wrong and demented that I want him this much after what just happened, but I do. I'm not even deterred by the blood stains on his white shirt from when he murdered those men. I have no right to judge when I'm a killer myself. Besides, he was strangely attractive at that moment when he showed his actual nature to me. Ethan's gaze occasionally flips back to me as if he's checking for something. 'What?" I ask. 'Are you really okay?" "I am. And I would rather we go home instead of to the hospital." "No. You're pale, and you almost fainted earlier." 'It's because I haven't had a proper meal all day." 'Why didn't you?" 'I was in a hurry in the morning, and I wasn't exactly focused on food during the meeting with the Japanese." 'Fvck, Rose. You need to take care of your health." I suppress a smile at how worried he sounds. Why do I like this feeling a bit too much? 'I'll pay extra attention in the future. Happy?" 'I'll only be happy when you start acting on it. In the meantime, we're going to the hospital." 'Ugh. You're infuriating." "Glad to be." He pauses, his volume decreasing as if he doesn't want to speak. "Did they do anything to you?" 'They didn't rape me," I say quietly. 'Or Sasha." "Then what did they do?" A muscle clenches his jaw as though he's struggling to keep calm. "Don't leave any detail out." "They…well, one tried to force me to suck him off." My voice chokes at the end, and I swallow. What the hell? I thought I was fine, so why do I suddenly feel dirty? 'Fvck!" Ethan hits the steering wheel, and I flinch at the sudden sound, even though I don't usually get affected. I guess I'm more emotionally distressed than I thought. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, then speaks against them. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner, Princess. I'm so sorry." The feel of his lips on my skin triggers something raw inside me, and I shake my head even though a tear slides down my cheek. 'The only thing that matters is that you did show up." 'Not soon enough." 'It was for me. Besides, Sasha and I saved ourselves." 'What if you couldn't?" 'But I did. I'm here, Ethan." 'Was the fvcker who touched you one of the guards I executed?" I shake my head. 'I'm going back in there to burn him alive." 'No need to. I already finished his life." I puff my chest. 'I shot him stRoseght in the dick after I bit it off, and then I shot him in the forehead." Ethan chuckles softly. 'I wouldn't expect anything less from my beautiful wife. I'm so proud of you, Princess." His words make me want to purr, to snuggle into his side and hug him—among other things. I've always been strong and independent and didn't allow people close. Uncle River taught me that I needed to protect myself because no one was going to do it for me. Still, there are situations like these where I realize how much I love having Ethan around. It's not only about how he came for me but also the fact that I know he has my back as much as I have his. And for that, I want to show my gratitude. Slipping my hand from his, I undo my seatbelt and fumble with his. It takes me seconds I don't have to spare to undo his belt and free his cock. It jumps to semi-erectness at my first stroke. I had it in me last night, but the size still gets me all hot and tingly whenever I study it. 'What are you doing, Princess?" Ethan stares at me with fiery lust. 'Just keep driving," I murmur as I lower my head and take him down my throat as far as I can. He's too big for me to have him all in, so I make up for that by stroking his balls. Ethan groans, eyes momentarily closing before he focuses back on the road. His hand tightens on the wheel as the other gets lost in my hair. "Fvck, Princess. Your mouth feels like a sin." His words get me working harder, teasing his balls and bobbing my head up and down at the speed he prefers. The first time I gave him a blowjob, I may have been a newbie, but I have learned to adapt to his rhythm. Ethan likes rough and fast, even when it comes to blowjobs. He gets off on the endless flow of movement and has converted me to the dark side with him. Or maybe it's been there all along, and he just yanked it out. He grows more prominent in my mouth every second, and I'm sure he's close to the finish line. I increase my speed, even though my jaw hurts from his size. Ethan pulls me back by the hair, making me release him, a streak of precum sticking to my lips. 'But…why…" I pant. "First of all, I can't drive like this." It isn't until then that I realize the car has stopped on some unknown, deserted road. "I love your mouth, but I'm not coming inside it today." He jumps me—literally. One moment, he's sitting; the next, he's on top of me, fumbling with my seat so it falls backward. I squeal, hands pressing against his chest, but the sound is stolen when he captures my lips in an animalistic kiss. There's nothing gentle about his touch right now. Not when he kisses me, sucking and nibbling on my lips like he's drunk on the taste, and certainly not when he yanks my dress up and then my panties down. His fingernails dig into my skin with urgency while he fuses his body with mine. He's like a beast with nothing in his sight but me. I could cry with gratitude.