Rose Excerpt
AN EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK OF ROSE (THORNS - BOOK 1) CHAPTER ONE. ROSE IS A DARK PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVELLA.
PLEASE NOTE, CONTAINS ADULT SCENES (MILD VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT) RECOMMENDED FOR ABOVE 18’S, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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Addy’s lover gripped her hips, as her back arched and pleasure raced through her body. He joined her a moment later, his orgasm exploding through him, his cum pumping into her, while he thrust roughly into her, his dick plunging into her pussy. It didn’t matter how many times she was with her lover, each time felt even more amazing. She let her head drop forward as she looked into his obsidian eyes, some people might be put off by the lack of a white sclera, or a coloured iris, she always found looking into his eyes a mix of comforting and arousing. He smiled wickedly at her, his hand sliding up her neck and into her hair. He was so very expressive and she knew that he was about to tease her and be a little mean. Not enough to really hurt her feelings or her body, never enough to break her, but she liked it when he was just mean enough. She was already anticipating what he’d say to her, how he’d tease her this time.
“Did you like that? Fucking your husband’s brother?” Her lover asked with a rough growl, gripping her hair and yanking her face forward. He did so love being rough with her. He could see the amusement in her eyes. She was having fun with this little game.
Addy stared at him with amusement, trying to keep the smile off her face. Her lover truly was enjoying this role, as much as she was enjoying this game. She grinned as she leaned forward and kissed him, sliding her hands around his neck. He kissed back for a few moments, before pushing her back. She knew that was his way of telling her it was time. She climbed off her lover and grabbed her dress, stepping back into it. She turned around and palmed the small weapon in her pocket. She looked back at her lover only to find he was gone. Instead she was left with her foul-some guest, Stewart. “You should dress. My husband will be home soon.”
Addy tied her dress at the side while she watched her brother in law struggle to place the erotic memories which invaded his mind. Experiences and touches that didn’t belong to him, but her brother in law Stewart would swear were his, once her demon’s magic was done manipulating his mind and memories. Stewart would swear that he’d been the one who fucked her. He hadn’t, Addy wouldn’t let Stewart or anything that looked like him, touch her if the fate of the world depended on it, but Stewart would swear on a stack of bibles that they’d been together.
Addy could see the moment that the memories solidified in Stewart’s mind and the ramifications of supposedly sleeping with his brother’s wife, hit him. Addy knew she needed to stoke the fire, make Stewart panic, if this was ever going to work. To ensure Stewart was punished for his crimes, she needed to make him attack her. And it was going to be so easy to stoke his rage. The man was barely controlled as it was. “Wouldn’t want your brother to find you here naked, would you? It would take quite a bit of explaining. But don’t worry, I intend to tell him, everything anyway.” That seemed to make Stewart focus. She could actually feel his attention focus solely on her.
“Why are you smiling? You stupid bitch.” Stewart yelled launching to his feet and gripping Addy’s neck. Stewart walked her across the room, until he was able to slam her into the wall and tighten his grip on her neck. “You will never tell my brother about this. Or my wife.” Stewart spat out, squeezing her neck even tighter. Stewart rested his face next to her ear. “You’ll take the memory of my cock to your grave and spend the rest of your life begging for me to touch you again, because I’m four times the man my brother is.”
Addy was sure that was confirmation that they were where they needed to be. That the memories had solidified in Stewart’s mind and the magic was taking effect. Now she just needed to be able to get her part done. Stewart squeezed her neck even tighter and her supply of air was completely cut off. Addy gripped the small knife in her pocket and pulled it out, she flicked out the blade and plunged it into Stewart’s stomach. Addy kept her grip on the knife, and pushed it in even further.
Stewart grunted at the flare of pain in his body and looked down, seeing the small knife she’d plunged into his stomach. Stewart’s gaze wandered back up to her and then back down to the knife, trying to comprehend exactly what was happening.
Addy could see the lack of comprehension on Stewart’s face. She didn’t wait for him to understand, that wasn’t necessary. What they needed was his blood. She had to make a nice mess, for the show later.
Addy pulled the knife out and plunged it back into a different section of his stomach. And then she did it again. And again. And again. By the sixth stab, Stewart hit the floor. Addy pushed him backwards so that he fell on to his back and she kneeled next to him. A small cloud of black smoke appeared next to her knee, depositing a small vial filled with black liquid. The smoke trailed over her leg in an intimate caress and she couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at her mouth, in response to the caress from her lover.
Stewart gasped for air and drew her attention. She grasped the vial and uncorked it. Addy put the open vial into Stewart’s mouth and tipped the contents in, she immediately covered his mouth with her hands and made sure that he swallowed the liquid. He tried to fight her, one of his fists slamming into her side and smoke immediately surged up from the ground, whirling around Stewart’s body, holding down his limbs.
Stewart gurgled and eventually his limbs lost their fight. Addy stabbed him one more time, just to make sure that he was dead. His mouth popped open and a small black cloud of smoke wafted out of his mouth. Addy sighed relieved and sat back against the wall. All she had to do now was wait for her husband to come home, then the real show would start.