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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And while I was still coming, he entered me again, thrusting his cock into my trembling cunt and forcing another orgasm out of me. This time, it made him come as well.

I felt him leaking inside me and then spurting helplessly as he grabbed my hair and held my head back, his lips next to my ear. He finished with a final hard thrust inside me and I cried openly because I wanted so much more.

“Mine,” he growled possessively, making me nod in an effort to confirm his words.

“Yours,” I whispered. “I promise, yours…”

His cock slipped out of me and my pussy leaked cum all over the floor. I could hear it splattering. I was still out of breath, still trying to calm down when his hands and his lips moved away from me. And I knew I was alone a minute later, my ragged breaths the only sound in the cool, quiet room.

16

Thorn

I couldn’t get her out of my head, my hands and off my cock. She was stuck to me like a drug running through my veins, like a cocktail of adrenaline and lust pumping into my heart.

The feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her… all served to drive me absolutely fucking crazy when I touched her prickled skin. She was a wild animal, her hips bucking against the restraints, and I was the hunter, desperate to grab her, hold her down, fuck her like the little whore I’d had her made into for my pleasure only. I didn’t give a shit about what she wanted. Her desires and hopes didn’t matter to me.

All she was to me was a girl, a girl I’d just fucked into a woman.

She was the woman I was going to fuck, breed and train for the rest of my life. Between her legs, I found what I’d been looking for, and entranced by her mouth and the words that spilled from her lips I fell in love with her innocence, her frailty and her fierceness all at once.

I had to force myself to pull back and walk away from her. It felt like I was losing a fucking limb to walk out of that room, my cock still hard and wet from her. I hadn’t expected it. The connection, the crazy feeling she gave me like I was drugged on something and like I’d finally found every single thing I’d been looking for my whole miserable life. Something Pia had never given me, a spark dozens of girls had failed to ignite.

It was all inside her, at the touch of my fingertips, on the tip of my cock.

And yet I walked away from it, walked away from her. Every step I took away from her strapped-down body felt like a betrayal. Not to the little slut, but to my conscience, to myself. Knowing I was walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to me felt fucking painful.

Pia was next to me in seconds, the last person I wanted to see. She was smirking, looking glorious in a Grecian white dress that draped off her shoulders. She handed me a towel, the smile she wore cutting through me like a knife.

“He got her ready for you good, didn’t he?” she asked innocently, and I wanted to slap her like I used to.

If her smile cut deep, then her words sliced right through me. Bitter venom spilled from my veins as I grabbed the towel away, wiping my cock with it and tossing it at her feet. She bent down to pick it up, but I didn’t give a shit, I needed to get farther away, into the REC room where I could fucking stare at my girl without being disturbed.

I half-fell, half-walked into the room and slammed the door behind me. I grabbed a robe off the hook and closed it in front of my body, watching my rose on the screen. I wanted to kill the bastard who went in next.

But it was a woman, a pretty little thing I remembered from the mansion because she’d sucked my dick about a year ago. She hadn’t been amazing then, but now, she was fucking glorious. She cleaned Harlow good, licking and biting at her pussy to get everything out, and I felt my cock growing harder as I watched them play, Harlow’s body succumbing to the other woman’s tongue as she came in those shackles again and again.

I was a mess. I felt hot and cold at the same time, my head fucking spinning as I watched her on the screen. She’d fucking destroyed me. That dirty mouth, that sweet pussy and those little fingers gripping the shackles she was holding onto. It all drove me crazy, and I knew what I’d done to her had been a mistake.


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