Blood and Roses Read Online Lylah James (Tainted Hearts #3.5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Tainted Hearts Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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I blinked, trying so hard. My body grew heavier, and when he noticed, he nodded his head. “Go to sleep, Maria. I will wake you up when we get there.”

When I didn’t move, he sighed and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. My eyes widened when he switched seats and came to sit beside me.

Drawing me closer into his body, he pushed me down until my head was lying on his lap. I breathed out, my body going limp.

It felt nice…perfect. It felt right.

His fingers were in my hair, playing with the strands. He caressed my cheek with his other hand. “Sleep.”

This time it was a command.

Closing my eyes, I did as I was told.

Chapter 7

Maria

I was being shaken awake the next time I came around. My eyes opened tiredly before I jumped up in fright.

When I met grey eyes, I felt myself relaxing.

“We’re here,” he said.

Master opened the door before pulling me out. He didn’t let my feet touch the ground before he was swinging me up in his arms.

He walked us into what appeared to be a hotel. Confused why we weren’t in his home, I stayed quiet.

It was Master’s decision.

When he reached the room, he let me down and steadied me when my legs wobbled a little.

“We’re stopping here for today,” he explained, staring into my confused eyes.

I nodded and smiled. “Okay.”

Master walked further into the room and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling at his tie roughly. I waited at the door, watching and suddenly feeling very nervous.

He pulled his shirt from his pants and looked back at me.

“Come here, Maria.”

My body glided toward him like it wasn’t my own anymore. Standing in front of Master, I waited.

He brushed my hair out of my face and leaned forward. My lungs constricted as I struggled to breathe when he placed a kiss on my forehead.

His hands smoothed down my shoulders, and when cold air hit my flushed skin, I hissed.

The suit jacket fell on the floor, and I stood in front of my Master, naked. He could see everything. But his eyes stayed on mine, trapping me.

Finally, he pulled away, nodding behind me. I turned away and saw that the door was opened to a bathroom.

“Get in the shower,” he ordered roughly, his voice sending shivers down my spine and the rest of my body.

“You want me to clean myself, Master?” I asked quietly.

“No. I’m going to bathe you.”

Oh.

My heart fluttered, and the butterflies in my stomach increased.

“I’m going to clean you so that there is no trace of another man on your body,” he continued in the same rough voice. “So get in the shower and wait for me.”

I scurried into the bathroom, my heart wild, my mind crazy. He affected me in ways that nobody ever had.

He was different. He made me feel different. And I liked it.

I liked feeling like this.

Following my training, I knelt down on the floor of the shower. The perfect position while waiting for my Master.

Maybe it was seconds, or even minutes, but it felt like so long. Finally, my eyes saw his feet as he joined me in.

His hands went under my arms, and he pulled me up. “Lesson one. The only time you will kneel is when you have your mouth full of my cock and you’re gagging on it.”

My eyes widened, and I sucked in a deep breath. “And right now, Angel, you don’t have my cock in your mouth. So, no kneeling. You don’t kneel, ever. Unless I tell you.”

His lessons were different, but I liked them.

I nodded. He smiled.

Placing another kiss on my forehead, he whispered, “Good girl.”

He reached behind me and turned on the water. It was cold at first when it cascaded around us, and I flinched.

Master chuckled quietly, bringing me closer into his body. I finally noticed that he was naked too.

He felt hard against my stomach, his body firm against mine. I should have been scared, but I felt strangely safe. When the water turned hot, I sighed in contentment. It felt so good.

I missed warm water and warm showers.

After wetting my hair, he shampooed it. Master ran his fingers through my hair strands, massaging my scalp. So sweet. So gentle.

When he was finished with my hair, his hands moved to my body. I stood stiff for a second, feeling his hands moving across my flushed skin.

“Relax, Maria. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said against my neck, placing a soft kiss there.

I nodded and forced myself to relax. But when he started to massage my body with the soap, I didn’t have to force myself any longer.

It just happened. I released myself into his care.

He caressed my body, from my neck to my toes, washing me—cleaning me.

Giving me back the smallest dignity that I had lost.

When his hand reached between my legs, I closed my eyes. But he didn’t hurt me.


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