CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: TEMPTATION BEGINS  ETHAN POV Rose vowed to kick me in the balls, so I fully expected that. I'm ready to grab her knee already. Drunk Rose looks at me with sadness in her eyes and points with a sharp edge at my chest. I'm not sure why I let her get intoxicated in the first place, given that I knew she would become even more erratic and liberated after consuming alcohol. On the way here, I catch a glimpse of the carefree young woman she was when her mother was a girl who didn't give a damn about social conventions or what people thought of her. She asks, not attempting to get her wrists out from under my hold, "Why do you know I like black?" "Do you think that just because I left, I forgot?" She slams her eyes shut hard before saying, "You should. That's how it's supposed to be." Before opening them once more. Her lower lids are wet this time. I wiped her eyes with my finger, claiming her tears as my own. Everything she has will now belong to me, even her wrath, tears, and stubbornness. I almost shot Min Hao as soon as I saw him put a gun to her forehead. For a little while, I lost focus on my purpose and the necessity of remaining alive in order for my plan to succeed. Eliminating the two most powerful leaders, whose organizations wouldn't think twice about taking revenge, wouldn't benefit me in any way. While he was attempting to touch her, I needed lifeless eyes even more at that very time. And that wasn't on purpose. "I never forgot anything about you, Princess." No matter how hard I try, Rose will always be a memory that I can't get out of my thoughts. It's like having an itch that you can't scratch but don't know where it is. 'Liar. A**hole." She makes fists with her hands and threatens to strike me if she had free hands. I put my free hand around her throat and say, "I'm fine with that, but do you know what I'm not fine with?" with an edge in my voice. 'If you run straight to it again like you did today, I'll punish you for putting yourself at risk." I don't notice how her intoxicated voice drops at the word punish, "You...you can't punish me." I tighten my hold on her neck, not so hard as to suffocate her but firmly enough to keep her focused on me. "You don't let other men near you. You don't touch them, act friendly around them, or talk to them more than necessary. Oh, I very much can, and I will if you keep having such little regard for your f*cking safety. Also." She hesitantly says, "Or what? Are you going to punish me?" "I will." "How?" 'I have my procedures." "Why don't you show me?" I asked. The question "Show you?" She chuckles and says in a low voice, as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear, "Yup… Punish me." Screw me. The impulse to take off her flimsy underwear and force her onto the mattress so hard that she'll remember me on her for days is what drives my d*ck beating against my trousers. Her fair skin will bear traces of my bites and proof of her lineage. Her drunkness is the only thing keeping me from doing so. I may be unethical, but I didn't commit rape. Knowing her episodes, she won't remember much of this the next morning. She won't associate me with the fact that I f*cked her when she was drunk. Additionally, I want her fully involved in the deed with me and I am positively certain that I want her to remember me in the morning. It's hardly pleasant when she doesn't scream, after all. She pushes against the bed, but I manage to hold her in place by squeezing my hand around her throat and asking, "Why aren't you doing it?" She moans, the strain making her cheeks warm. "You already did it." "When?" At the nuptials. The answer is "No, I didn't." She lifts her head and says, "Yes, you did. Like this." I gave her a little room to see what she'd do. Rose kissed me on the lips. Before attempting to recline back, there is a quick kiss, almost like a peck. I permit her but don't allow her lips to stray from mine. As I did at the altar, I feasted on her, licking and nibbling. She closes her lips for a brief moment before opening them with a gasp and allowing me to devour her whole. As I give her a harsh, hard kiss, her eyes slide back. I don't pause to give either of us a chance to breathe. When she whimpers, I don't stop, and her body falls beneath me. I kiss her like it's our first and last time together, depriving myself of it for the rest of my life, which I probably have. Why the hell hadn't I kissed her before? It takes every ounce of self-control I have to get my mouth away from hers. She is panting and looking at me with heavy eyelids, which is begging for trouble, which I am more than happy to give. I let go of her neck so I could grab hold of her throat's thin skin. Rose's lips utter little, hungry moans as her back arches off the bed. I just heard her arousal for the first time, and dammit if that isn't a turn-on. I assault her quicker, licking and biting simultaneously, making her gasp and groan as if she is unsure which response is appropriate. Her skin tastes like strawberries. I was made drunk on her by her fragrances, which included alcoholic citrus and roses. The beast in me rears up and begs to play when her taste and fragrance hit me square in the brain. While picturing what it would feel like to fully control every part of her body right now. Her scream of my name hits me in the brain as well, like a double whammy. Then she acts in a way that a Rose in moderation would never do. She carefully, almost seductively, moves her tummy up and down my d*ck while grinding against me. Holy. F*ck. I might have arrived here looking like a teenager. She maintains a constant rhythm and continues to go up and down. Rose asked, "Are you going to punish me?" I growled into her throat, "Yes, I will." Her unsure tone as she asks, "Now?" I reluctantly release her skin and pull away from her, which prompts her to cease grinding after one final lick to her neck. Too near to making a final, irreversible decision. Rose blinks up at me while her partially naked body is still spread out in front of me, luring both her and me to the brink of insanity. I uncover her completely by removing the sheets from under her. She doesn't conceal the sadness in her tone when she asks, "What about my punishment?" 'Not feeling it." She closes her eyes and cries, a tear running down her cheek, "F****ck you." She soon begins to breathe normally and lets out a wrenching moan. As I lie there, I wipe her tears and pull her to my side. She whimpers gently as her calf is wrapped around mine as soon as my kisses touch her forehead. "I'll take time on owning and punishing you, Princess." Because there won't be any turning back once that occurs.