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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I shrank back and tried to hide behind his legs, but he kicked me forward. I wanted to kill him, but I didn’t so much as dare to give him a dirty look. Instead, I let the newcomer touch me, his fingers rough against my cheek as he turned me from side to side. He was treating me like a piece of meat. Tears of humiliation burned the back of my eyes.

“Why isn’t she naked?” the man asked, and I bit back a sob. “Get her clothes off.”

I got the feeling the man was superior to Ellis somehow because he obeyed the order right away. He leaned down and brought out his trusty knife, and I watched him ruin another dress while I shivered. He didn’t stop there, though. He had to destroy my white lacy bralette and panties as well until I was left shivering and completely naked. I tried to cover my body with my hands, but they didn’t even seem to care about me anymore. Instead, the man talked to Ellis while they walked over to the other girl, cutting her down. She giggled, and I hated her for her weakness. Like she was fucking loving this.

Choosing to ignore the wetness between my own legs, I looked at the floor sullenly. I didn’t want this to happen. Not before I’d tried to escape.

But there was nowhere to go. The door was closed now, and Ellis had used his card to get us in there. I wasn’t getting out anytime soon.

This time, I saw three pairs of legs in front of me. I looked up.

The girl stood in front of me, unabashedly naked and looking with adoring eyes at the man who had been fucking her earlier. She looked at him like she would do anything he said, as did Ellis.

The man I didn’t know took me in his arms and I twisted against him as he carried me over to a raised mattress in the center of the room. He climbed stairs to reach it, the bed sunk into the ground. He placed me down on it, smoothing my hair off my face almost as if he gave a shit about me. There was a billowing canopy around us and had I not known better, I could have almost pretended I was in a romantic setting.

That is until all three of them surrounded me.

“Have you ever made yourself come before?”

I twitched when she whispered the words in my ear, giving me a sweet look of worry as she sat close to me.

I shook my head no. I wouldn’t grace her with my words.

“Poor thing,” she said sadly, and I wondered what she meant, but was too proud to open my mouth and ask.

She was beautiful, but that wasn’t a surprise. All the girls in there were gorgeous. Her skin was dark, and so was her hair. Her eyes were a light brown and she had gorgeous features, and a body to die for. She was built like a model, just like the man next to her. Ellis was handsome as well, but not in a model-like way. His looks came from the ruggedness and the dark intentions so plainly visible in his eyes.

The girl grabbed my hands and pulled them above me, pinning them above my head. I tried to resist her, but she wouldn’t let go, and then suddenly, the other man was between my legs.

“I want the first time you come to be on my tongue,” he told me, and I whimpered, resisting them both.

I realized Ellis had moved behind the girl and pulled his cock out, aiming it between her legs as she held me down.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. I was trapped with no way out, surrounded by them and being forced into something I didn’t want. Yet when the man tapped my naked pussy with his palm, my legs opened on instinct, making him laugh.

“It’s a reflex,” he told Ellis, shaking his head with a wide smile. “They all do it.”

The thought made me feel sick. I was most definitely not the first girl they were doing this to, and what made matters worse was that the girl seemed to be in on it.

He sank his head between my legs and I screamed when his mouth touched me.

It felt so wrong. To be touched there, where no one had put his hand before. To have him caressing such a private part of me with his tongue… I wanted to curl up in shame and die. And I hated that my body responded, the way my hips bucked and pressed close against his smiling mouth as he teased me into submission.

He wasn’t just licking. His mouth was sucking, kissing, smothering me. He was drinking from me like I was a faucet, and I fought back tears as my blood pressure started rising, something I didn’t understand building inside me and making me impossibly desperate for more of what he was offering.


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