Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154  And Spanking

**Rosalie‘s POV 

I was tired of it all 

Tired of him treating me as if I was a child. 

Tired of him acting like he could control every aspect of my life. 

I was supposed to be the queen of the north, and I demanded respect from everyone–including him. Ethan had been acting crazy since the moment he realized I was his mate, and even before that. 

No matter how many times I tried to reason with him, he didn‘t care. Even my son was rarely brought to me unless it was time for him to eat, and Ethan doing that to me made me hate him more. 

I was the one to decide how to take care of my son, and I had done it on my own since his birth. 

If someone would take those rights away from me, they would pay dearly for their actions, without exception. 

So when Ethan came in to check on me, I was ready. I played the poor, pitiful woman he thought I was, and I took advantage of the situation. 

His eyes widened as the blade pierced his skin. I took him by surprise. His crimson orbs stared at me in shock. Hopefully, he understood now that I wasn‘t the girl he thought I was. 

I was ready for him to see me as an equal, and not someone who had to be told what to do. 

“Finish it,” he muttered against my lips as I stared at him. “Go on... do it.” 

His words caught me off guard, and regardless of my anger towards him and the situation he put me in, I started to panic 

What was he doing? Did he lose his mind?! 

As much as I wanted to get away from him, did I ever want to really kill him? 

I didn‘t know. There was still love for him in my heart that I hated. A part of me wanted to spend my life with him, but the other part vowed to loathe him for all eternity 

He pressed his body against the knife a little more and looked at me with joy and franticness in his eyes. It was as if he‘d be so happy if he was dead in my hands right here. 

I wasn‘t so sure what I saw in his crimson orbs. 

Pain, desire, desperation and maybe... love? I was confused. Did he really love me? Did he really not care if I killed him? Was I wrong about him? 

What on earth did he want from me?! 

“Rosalie, take it, take my life,” he whispered again and pushed himself even further. 

“S–stop it!” 

My hand could no longer hold the knife still before his lips descended on mine. 

The blade clattered to the floor. 

His lips devoured mine, his hand held the back of my head close to him, and his tongue invaded my mouth. His scent surrounded me. 

I had no place to hide from him, and I felt his other hand had pressed my body tightly against his. I could feel his 

burning hard desire against my thigh. 

All parts of rationalization left my mind at that moment as I succumbed to the lust he brought me 

i hated him and what he was doing, but at the same time, I realized that I wanted this. I wanted him to make me feel the way he did before. I wanted him to help me forget. 

As confusion and lust took over, his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, sliding across my bare skin before gripping at my hips. 

Grinding and kissing, the heightened sense of passion between us clouded my mind further until the only thing left i wanted was for him to claim me like the animal he was.

“I hate you... Ethan...” I whispered, but even I could tell how seductive I sounded, earning a growl of dangerous desire from him in response. His movements became more frenzied and hungry with every motion he made. 

Before I knew it, my shirt was thrown to the floor along with the rest of our clothing. His head descended between my thighs causing my head to tilt back in pleasure as he devoured my core. The vibrations of his growls as he swirled his tongue against my sensitive numb pushing me over the edge. 

“Oh, goddess...” | moaned. 

Over and over, I rocked my hips against his face, wanting more and more of him. The radiating waves of pleasure that rocked my body were explosive. Every single nerve ending heightened unlike ever before. 

Leaning up, Ethan looked at me with his blood red eyes. The stare was evil and raw, but something in it made me soaking wet for him. He gripped me roughly, turning me over onto my knees, pulling my *ss towards him before thrusting himself into me from behind. 

A cry escaped my lips as his fingers gripped my hair, jerking my head back roughly. 

“Do you like that, Rosalie?” he taunted me in my ear, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “Do you like it when I punish you for not listening?” 

In any normal state, I would probably lash out at him and tell him to go shove it, but right now I wanted him, and every word he said made me want to come undone. 

“Ethan...” | begged, “please...” 

“Please what?” He panted. 

I cried with tears falling down my cheeks. I didn‘t know what I felt–hopeless, pain, shame or pleasure. It didn‘t matter. The only thing I knew was... 

“Please... I want you.” 

Thrusting hard against me, his thick erection hit my cervix. The swell of his knot stretched my core to the max, causing me to cry out. As my climax hit, he continued thrusting, forcing me to ride out the wave he‘d created. 

Yet, he wasn‘t done. 

I widened my eyes and realized that he gave me a smile like demon from h*ll. I swallowed hard as he spanked my bottom. 

I screamed as he held me tight against him, and he continued. 

I couldn‘t remember how many times I begged him for more or to stop, I was so lost in the sensation that my brain could not think at all. 

This was an Ethan I hadn‘t experienced before. A side of him that was more animalistic than human, and even though the pure primal carnage of it was intoxicating... I knew I would hate myself for it later. 

I hated the way he made me feel, but I craved it. 

No one could make me feel the way Ethan did, and I wanted no one else to. 

Slowly spinning me around to make sure his knot doesn‘t tug the wrong way, he pulls my chest to his and looks me in the eye as I bounce up and down on his shaft. His lips found mine as sweat dripped down against our skin. 

*I‘m going to spill every inch of my seed into you, Rosalie. You‘re the only woman who will ever bear my children,” he growled before taking my lips once more. 

His words took me by surprise, but the idea was not one I cared to think about at the moment. 

The night was supposed to turn out the way it was. I was supposed to keep my cool and force him to let me leave, but... how could he do this to me? 

It was so unfair.... 

I met his crooked smile and all of a sudden felt hopeless and ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I just could not deny the pleasure and my own desire for him. 

Looking down, I saw the cut where I stabbed him. Bright red liquid was leaking out from there, as if it was calling for me.

“You are so unfair!!” I cried out loud, and I just didn‘t know what was right or wrong any more. When the rush of emotions took over, I bit down on his cut. 

My tongue trailed over his wound, lapping up the blood that had been spilled, which caused him to groan in pleasure as his pace sped up, going faster and faster. 

Without thinking about my actions, I sucked more blood out from the cut. A cry of pain and pleasure escaped him as his hot seed filled the inside of me. 

His warm blood flowed into my mouth, causing a moan of pleasure to leave my lips as I relished in the metallic taste of him. 

Gripping my jaw, Ethan pulled my lips from his chest and stared at me for a moment before his lips captured mine and the taste of his blood mingled in both of our mouths. By then, my lips were sore from so much kissing, I felt a split in my own bottom lip. 

Ethan must have felt it too, because his kisses became more gentle, and he then used his tongue to lick my blood off and kissed me again. 

The erotic sensation of our mixed blood play caused me to move my hips along his sensitive shaft more. A shivering wave of delight seemed to cross his face, and he smiled at me lustfully. 

Trealized that he was far from finishing. 

– gasped, and the night continued.... 

**Madalynn‘s POV 

I sent my guys out to try to locate Ethan‘s camp. When they finally found it, for two days, they tried to find a way to get in to obtain the prize I sought. However, the detail on her was so thick, my guys couldn‘t make much progress. 

There was limited information my scouting group collected, but it was enough for me to raise my stakes. 

They saw Rosalie‘s form come storming out of the tent wrapped in a robe, beyond pissed off, and Ethan came chasing after her like a dog chasing a bone. 

“Madalynn?” a voice called to me as I stepped back into the center of my camp. Turning, I came face to face with James‘s messenger from before.