Blood Red Rose Read online Fawn Bailey (Rose and Thorn #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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He tsk-ed at me and I hung my head in what was supposed to be shame. Really, I was only looking down so he wouldn’t notice how enraged I was. I would fucking have him killed for this. How dare he humiliate me, take advantage of the story I’d told him just to punish me.

“Of course, you will have to be punished,” he said simply, pushing his own plate away, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I will get the tools now, and you better be waiting for me, on your knees and ready, little one.”

He stood up and I nodded quickly, waiting for him to leave me alone. This time I didn’t dare to look at the cameras, hoping whoever was watching the stream didn’t care about what I was about to do.

I got the pills out of my lingerie drawer and put the powder into his glass. Just in time too, because he was back moments later, his eyes sparkling darkly as he spread out the selection of toys he’d gotten over my bed.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” he told me, and I paled at the thought of what he would do to me.

I needed to set my plan into motion, and I needed to do it fucking fast.

“Can w-we have some w-wine first?” I asked timidly, stuttering on purpose.

I needed to convince him, I needed to play the role of a lifetime. As long as he believed me and didn’t suspect anything, I knew I’d be able to get away. I was so close to getting the fuck out of there.

“Nervous?” he asked with a soft chuckle. “Of course, little one, let’s have some.”

We reached the table and he got his glass while I took the other one. My hands shook so badly I accidentally knocked it over, and the red liquid seeped through the tablecloth. My blood froze in my veins. That wasn’t part of the plan at all.

“Clumsy girl,” Ellis said darkly, taking a sip of the tainted wine. “Now you don’t get to drink.”

“Please,” I muttered, hoping he would enjoy my obvious distress and deny me a drink, not suspecting a thing about what lay at the bottom of his glass.

He laughed at me and downed the glass in one go.

I watched as he set it down and rubbed his eyes before motioning for me to get down on the floor. I slipped down to my knees, my dress riding high, the slit on my thigh revealing more than I would have liked. The lacy lingerie I wore underneath felt flimsy and too easy to rip off. And I knew that if the pill didn’t take effect soon, I would have to deal with his hands all over me.

Ellis came towards me, a spring in his step, but when he took the last one to reach me, he stumbled. He dropped like a rock, gripping the bed and trying to steady himself.

“You bitch,” he ground out. “What have you done to me?”

I stared at him calmly, picking myself up from the floor and dusting down my beautiful dress.

“Nothing as bad as what you’ve done to me,” I told him. “I can’t believe I thought you were a good man. After that night in the playroom… I thought you were better than this. But you’re nothing to me, Ellis. I hope you remember who took you down forever.”

Those would be my parting words, and he groaned, the sound barely audible as he slid to the floor. I kicked my heels off my feet and resisted the urge to kick him in the nuts as a final little fuck you. Instead, I hurriedly checked to see if he was breathing. He was, his mouth still in a snarl but his body already fast asleep. The pills worked like a charm. I knew he would be found in a couple of hours, but if I had luck on my side, it would take an extra few for him to wake up and explain what had happened. Precious time I could use to escape with Amber and then expose the fucking place for what it really was.

Then something took over, the memory of that night when he’d fucked me. His cock inside me, the magnetic connection between us. Where did it go since that night? Why had I never felt it before, or after? I didn’t understand, and I felt my body going into a state of frozen shock at the worst possible moment.

I leaned down next to him, suddenly feeling torn up about what I’d done, and his eyes flew open.

He grabbed me.

I screamed.

He moved past me, snarling and grabbing my limbs, my ankles, my wrists. I started crying loudly as I tried to move away, but he was too fast, grabbing me by the throat and pulling me to my feet.


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