Chapter 53: Chapter 53

"How dare you call me a slut?!"

Her long claws cut on my flesh, making me screech in pain. I can sense the blood surging down my cheeks. I tried to push her off my top, but she wouldn't budge. God! I didn't know she was this muscular! Everyone was cheering for us, and none of them aren't helping! Why are they watching?! Is there something entertaining about all of these?! This fucking lunatic is harassing me!

"Aren't you a slut for seducing my husband?!" I yelled at her face, then pushed her off. She stumbles to her feet, crashing to the ground with her elbow. She grunted, and I took advantage of going on top of her. I strangled her, almost choking her. My eyes went dull, and I could feel the extreme sensation in my system. It was flowing through my veins up to my head. It's controlling my body muscles to be this rage.

"So what? You will break up anyway, just like how other relationships! You're not that even that pretty!"

My vision suddenly darkened, and the cheering intensified when I punched her hard, almost knocking her out.

I was out of control as I gagged her underneath me. She was fighting back, but I didn't ket her breath. I was screaming and yelling to her to leave my husband alone when I felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me from the ground. I tried to pry away from his hands, but he was stronger than me. He carried me like I was a sack of potatoes on his shoulder, leaving the scene behind us.

"Put me down, Ethan!" I punched his back with my fist, threatening him. However, he didn't tune in as he strolled toward our room. I was yelling and cursing until we reached our destination. He kicked the door open, causing the ground to move slightly, and went inside. He locked the door behind me and dropped me on the couch.

"What's your problem?!" I yelled at him, pointing a finger. He slapped my hands, to my shock, and went on top of me. She caged me between his veiny arms and locked my legs between his. His eyes didn't leave my face as if he was measuring every nook of it. I furrowed my eyebrows, furious why he was looking at me like that.

"You looked hot earlier, wanting to kill her." He sexily chortled, his deep voice vibrating. I parted my lips, unable to say anything. He stopped, then his eyes trailed down on my parted lips. The desire in his eyes is evident. He lowered his head, wanting to taste it, when I looked away, avoiding him. I pushed him on his chest and then looked in the other direction.

My tears were forming in both corners of my eyes. My head was aching, and my face was heating up. I covered my face with my palms, unexpectedly becoming so stressed. I tried to shake it away, but no bail. I couldn't handle it. The tension I feel is like it has accumulated in a bottle that will break and be scattered on the floor when you shake it.

"Natasha, baby..." I heard his soft and gentle voice behind me. He caressed my shoulder, but I sank my face into the delicate area. I hugged my legs so tight, sulking in the farthest place on the couch. I can't look him straight in the eyes. I have no dignity and honor. I just realized how humiliating I acted earlier. Everyone saw how angry I was, how I vented out all of my emotions to Criselda.

"L-leave me alone, Ethan." my voice broke as tears flowed down like a stream. It was calm and quiet, trying to restrain the sobs.

"Please..." I begged him.

After a long deafening silence that stretched the whole room, I felt him behind me stand up and walk away from the living room, leaving me behind. I smiled bitterly to myself, and my heart got stabbed multiple times. I shouldn't have been expecting it since I pushed him away, but why am I bothered that he didn't soothe me and ask me what's wrong so we could talk about it? Is it that hard to ask? Am I hard to deal with? Is it my fault?

I wiped off my tears and turned around but stopped dead on my spot when I saw him holding a bucket of ice cream and a spoon. I blinked, curious where did he get these. He didn't say anything as he dropped down on the couch next to me and opened the lid. The sweet scent of aroma filled the air.

"You can tell me what's bothering you, and I will listen," he told me while scooping ice cream. His voice was toned down, careful enough to say anything offensive. He motioned me to eat it. I was hesitant to open my mouth, but the ice cream was tempting me, so I had no choice but to take a mouthful. The flavor burst on my tongue, making me moan in delight and smile. It somehow helped me to cool down my temper. I heard Ethan snickered beside me, which earned a glare from me.

"Sorry, you look so cute while eating ice cream. Though I want to devour you right now, you're mad," he explained while playing with the spoon.

My eyes wandered around his face, observing his expression. He was smiling, but they were trembling when I looked down at his hands. As if he looks so scared, but why? What's the cause?

It was like he had heard my thoughts because he looked directly into my eyes, "It was my first time seeing you look so enraged. I don't know what to do earlier. I was panicking. I wanted to help you, believe me-" he caressed my cheeks, below where I can feel the scratch earlier. I winced, and he immediately stopped.

"But then I remember that I should be careful with transforming because I had caused you enough trouble with my recklessness." he let out a sigh and rested his head, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Please tell me what caused you to attack Criselda earlier, my love. Even though I wanted to kill her, I don't want to cause a commotion."

I was speechless after his elucidation. I bit my lower lip, looking down. How am I going to tell him without sounding so selfish? He was waiting for my answer. He suddenly held my hand, then brought it up to his lips. He kissed the back of it.

"Tell me, please." he pleaded.

I bit my tongue, unable to say anything under a minute. He was desperate to know what was causing me to act like this. Which is so out of my league. I closed my eyes and then let out the weighty atmosphere I was bearing.

"I don't know how to explain it, Ethan. It's too complicated." I bit my tongue then my tears fell all of a sudden. I was trying my best not to show it to him, but no bail. I gripped my hands, restraining them from shaking severely while thinking of him.

"It's just that-" I stopped myself when my voice went hoarse. I couldn't control it. Different scenarios played inside my head like a movie clip that wouldn't leave me at peace isolated.

"It's hard, Ethan. I know I have told you that I want what's the best for you. You can act like an average person to anyone without acting like a beast at all...but,"

It's all coming together. My emotions were mixing up inside my chest. It was hard for me to breathe until I couldn't take it anymore. I cried so hard like I was a newborn baby in this world. I was clenching so hard on my chest where my heart was while breathing heavily. I coughed then swallowed the lump in my throat, but no bail.

"I don't want you to be around with that Criselda! I'm scared she will steal you from me! I'm scared she might take advantage of you while I'm out of sight! You're the only person I had in this world, and I can't afford to lose you to someone you just met!"

"I know I sound so selfish right now because you're finally having a normal conversation with someone other than me, but please leave her! Know your limitations! Have some distance! Don't fucking look at her boobs! I know she's prettier than me-"

Before wrapping up what I was about to say, he suddenly pinned me on the couch, then devoured my lips. His tongue thrusting in, his hands were caressing the wonders of my body. He slid his fingers between my thighs and fondled my inner thighs, making me whimper.

"My baby is fucking jealous."

He let go of my face and then stared intensely into my eyes.

"Baby, you're the most captivating person I have set my eyes on, and no one can replace that. Not even the angels above."