Last Broken Rose: A Dark Romance (Rose and Thorn Book 3)

by Fawn Bailey

  "Just a passing vagrant," he said with a bright smile. "Get back to your drinks and chatter, people."

  Everyone obeyed, because he was Rueben fucking Thorn and everyone was too scared not to do what he said.

  We finished the night with champagne for Thorn and orange juice for me, and by the time we got back inside the limo, I was high on the evening and the lust he woke deep inside me, raging like a beast and demanding to be sated.

  "Did you enjoy the paintings?" Thorn asked, and I nodded, settling next to him, my eyes wide and a big smile on my face. "I thought they'd be to your taste."

  "They were incredible," I agreed. "I wish I could've taken them all home with me."

  He smiled at me affectionately and pulled me close as the limousine started driving back in the Mansion's direction.

  "Strip for me," he groaned in my ear, and my cheeks flushed at the thought.

  He let go of me and reached into a drawer on the door, pulling out a cigar box. He chose one carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he bit of the end and lit it, slowly tasting the smoke.

  Slowly, I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I felt hot and almost drunk on the evening despite only having had one glass of champagne. But it had been incredible to leave the Mansion, to mingle with people, to feel like I fucking belonged. The art world was incredible, and I felt like a piece of it at Thorn's side, not like I was an impostor at all. I belonged there with him, and it was an intoxicating feeling that I wanted more and more of.

  "Faster," he growled, and I slid the dress over my tits.

  It had been impossible to wear a bra with it, and my breasts bounced as I pulled the dress around my waist. He let out a growl when I did so, and I touched my trembling fingers to my nipples, hardening them into points while he watched.

  "Taste them," he ordered.

  I placed a hand under my left breast and raised it to my lips, my mouth wrapping around my nipple, licking and sucking while he watched, taking long drags on the cigar.

  "Gorgeous fucking whore," he muttered.

  I stood up and let the dress pool around my feet. I wasn't wearing anything but my heels, but I still felt incredible because his eyes drank me in as if I was coated in 24 karat gold, dipped in opulence and luxury and ready for the taking. But he didn't, wouldn't, touch me. Instead he just smoked his cigar and stared at me like I was a work of art myself. He made me turn around and twirl in the moving limo, getting a good look at every inch of my body. I felt like a dirty girl under his watchful gaze, and he didn't stop until he'd inspected every inch of me and every crevice and orifice of my body.

  "You're going to suck my dick now," he said calmly, motioning for me to get closer.

  I settled between his legs and my fingers shook as I reached for his belt. But before I could undo the buckle, he slapped my hands away and my hurt eyes found his gaze.

  "No hands, Rose," he warned me. "I just want that pretty, filthy mouth working me and nothing else..."

  I nodded me understanding and he took out his cock, all throbbing, stiff ten inches of it, aiming it at my lips.

  "Suck," he ordered, and my mouth opened on command, ready to take him inside, ready to suck him dry.

  He groaned at the feeling of my lips wrapping around him, first sucking his head and then moaning loudly as I felt his precum dripping into my mouth. He chuckled at me and smoked his cigar leisurely, watching me get to work on his cock. I felt him throbbing in my mouth, every hot inch covered in my spit and his own juices, making me so fucking hungry I mewled around his girth, trying to fit his whole length into my mouth and failing miserably.

  "I'm too big," he grunted. "Aren't I, sweetheart? But you'll just have to keep on fucking trying to fit me in, won't you?"

  I nodded with my mouth full, my head bobbing on his cock as he groaned again and a fresh wave of precum filled my mouth.

  "Good fucking girl," he grunted, and I sucked harder.

  I was addicted to this. To feeling him throb in my mouth, to tasting his precum. Addicted to the sounds he made as I pleasured him with my mouth. There was nothing I loved more than the moment he gave in completely and gave me what I'd been craving for so long. I needed him to come, I wanted him to fuck me. But he'd made the night all about me, and that night, I wanted him to finish in my mouth. Not knowing whether he planned on fucking me, I sucked harder, desperate to taste the first salty burst of his cum down my throat.

  He gripped the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair with a low groan escaping his lips as his hips moved of their own accord, driving his cock deeper into my throat.

  "Jesus, Rose," he groaned. "You're on a fucking mission tonight."

  The car lurched and I landed on his lap, my mouth wrapped around his base. He groaned and made me stay down, choking on his length as he made me take it, spit dripping out the sides of my mouth as he fucked it mercilessly and cruelly. I craved him. I needed his violence, needing him to treat me like nothing but a cheap fucktoy. My whole being cried out for it, and I moaned against his cock as he finally let me go. I came up for air, out of breath and with tears slipping down my cheeks as I did my best to recover.

  But before I could, he'd grabbed me by the throat, forcing his cock back down my throat.

  "Sorry, little Rose," he said darkly. "But I think you'll be grateful once you get your reward."

  He fucked my mouth viciously, his hips moving at a speed and angle I could barely take.

  "Look at me," he demanded, and with my last vestige of power I raised my eyes to his, the last puffs of the cigar smoke making him look so very dangerous.

  He stubbed it out and laughed in my face.

  "Open your mouth," he said simply, and I did, sticking my tongue out for good measure.

  He spit inside my throat, unceremonious and brutal. And I loved it, every second of it.

  I drank him down greedily and opened my mouth again for his cock, this time keeping my eyes on his the whole time.

  "You will swallow," he ordered breathlessly, and I felt his cock throbbing against my wet mouth. "You better fucking do. Every last drop, Rose. You got that, you little whore?"

  With his hands now free, he wrapped one around my throat and the other in my hair. I felt myself succumbing to him, somehow getting so very close to the edge even though he was barely touching me, and nowhere near my pussy either. It seemed to surprise him too, and he chuckled darkly as he tugged on my long mane of hair.

  "You going to come, Rose?" he growled. "Come for your Master just from having your tight little mouth fucked?"

  I mewled and he fucked harder. His tip hit the back of my throat and I felt him groan, the vibrations going through my body as I felt the first spray of salty cum hit the back of my throat.

  He pulled out. Held me back by my forehead, his motions frantic and fast as he started jerking off.

  "I want it on your face, Rose," he said darkly, and I begged for it, sticking my tongue out and staring straight into his eyes as he worked his cock. "That's it. That's my good girl. Keep that mouth open. Oh fuck, Rose, I can't hold back much longer... Lick your lips for me. Let me fucking watch."

  I did it. Everything he asked for, everything he wanted. I acted like a whore for him and I fucking loved every second of it.

  I knew he was getting closer from his groans, growing needier and louder with every inhale he took. Finally, he grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his cock, and he let out a low growl as he started coming, spurting all over my face as I looked up at him. Thick ropes of cum decorated my cheeks, my lips, all over my forehead and in my hair.

  Soon it was too much for me, and my legs shook as I cried out, my own orgasm wetting my thighs and making me throw my head back. He wouldn't let me have it. He touched his fingertips to the cum on my face, his cock still rock hard as he fed me his jizz, hot and sticky on my tongue when he forced his lips into my mouth. I drank him down greedily, grabbing his wrist and cleaning his fingers for good measure.

  I spent the res
t of the ride home wrapped up in my dress and his suit jacket, with my head in the crook of his arm and my nose buried in his neck. His scent filled my nostrils and kept me calm.

  Later on, I noticed a mysterious smile on his lips as he led me out of the limo, but I didn't understand what it was about.

  Once we walked into the house, my jaw dropped.

  There were canvases all over the hallway, some still covered with white sheets, but enough of them uncovered to let me know what he'd done.

  "Master..." I whispered, my eyes going to his. "You didn't."

  "I did," he smiled wide. "I knew you'd like the art, so I bought it all. You can decide where you want to put it, my Rose."

  I jumped into his embrace and he held me close, chuckling as I rained kisses all over his skin. I realized it was one of the happiest moments of my life, standing amidst the art my lover had bought for me, knowing I had a lifetime of happiness by his side. I wondered whether any day would be able to compare to what I'd just experienced, but I needn't have worried for long. Thorn would always give me this... happiness and fulfillment like I'd never known it before. And as he leaned to whisper in my ear, my smile grew wider and wider.

  "I love you, little Rose," he told me plainly. "One day, I'll figure out how to show you just how much... Until then, this will have to do."

  Ten

  Thorn

  Waking up next to the woman of my dreams was becoming a regular occurrence.

  I cherished those early morning moments. The powdery scent of her skin, the way her hair shone in the dawn of a new day. I fell in love with the woman next to me all over again. I would never get enough of her. One look and I was hooked again.

  I let her sleep that morning. Some days, I needed to wake her up, if only to see that she was real. She was so beautiful I sometimes felt like I was sleeping next to a doll... But there were other mornings when the sick stalker inside me just wanted to watch her. Fucking feast my eyes on her beauty, her innocence, and the raw sensuality her young body already showed off.

  Slowly raising my fingers to her lips, I touched her mouth, prying her lips open until she sighed in her sleep, rolling over closer to me. Right into my arms. Straight into the beast's home.

  She was so innocent. Rose still had no idea what kind of monster she'd fallen in love with, and I hoped one day, she would love me despite it all. Maybe it was time to reveal some of my deepest, darkest secrets... Though I wasn't completely convinced she could handle them just yet. My only worry was that someone would tell her before I did - I couldn't let that happen.

  The weight of my sins lay heavily upon my shoulders, and she slowly roused from her sleep, I knew it was time to tell her more. To trust her. To show her my life - the ugly parts of it that I'd kept under wraps for too fucking long, worried that she would push me away, or worse yet, run from me if she found out.

  "Good morning, beautiful," I said softly as she nestled against me, pulling the covers tighter around us and trying to ignore the sunlight.

  A small smile was playing on her lips, and I knew she was pretending she couldn't hear me, acting like she was still asleep. It filled my heart with warmth and happiness for some reason, and I chuckled at her, tickling her until she giggled and got on top of me, her lips landing on mine and giving me what I truly needed. A taste, a feel, a fucking promise that she was mine and would remain by my side no matter what the fuck else happened in our lives.

  "Good morning," she whispered against my lips, and I held her in my embrace as gently as I would a porcelain doll.

  She felt breakable and light in my hands. The urge to break her appeared out of nowhere, sadistically reminding me of the moments we'd spent together in my playroom. Of bending her to my will however the hell I wanted, and making her love the pain more than she did the pleasure, mixing them together into a mess her brain couldn't comprehend, but her body did, twisting and turning for my pleasure.

  "What are we doing today?" she asked, her voice light-hearted.

  We didn't spend all our time together, but I found myself taking more and more time out of the day to spend it with her. Every second, every minute of my time felt wasted unless my Rose was there, the desire to be with her cutting down on all kinds of things that took priority before her - mostly work.

  "I wanted to show you some stuff," I admitted. "It might be boring for you... it's work."

  "I'd like that," she admitted, and I grinned at her. "I'd love to see what you do every day."

  Both of us knew what we meant was the eternal rose business. I didn't want my girl involved in the dealings of the Mansion, and I'd done my best to keep her out of it all. She seemed to realize this, and kept her distance not only from the happening in the house but also from the other girls who lived there. I liked that. My special fucking rose in a field of weeds. There always was something magical about her.

  We got up together, with her wearing nothing but my white shirt from the night before, and me in workout clothes. I told her we'd be going for a run later on, but she insisted on breakfast first and I indulged her because I couldn't fucking help myself. The maids brought in a breakfast which I only picked at, but it made something inside me swell with pride as she ate ravenously, digging into her plate and topping it up twice.

  "How are you going to run now?" I asked her with a smirk, and she gave me a sheepish look. "Let's do some work first. Come here."

  She settled in my lap as I opened my laptop. What I had to do was boring, admin stuff that usually made me want to off myself. But somehow, with my Rose by my side, it wasn't boring at all, and we spent the next two hours poring through reports, looking at seeds for new roses, and talking about a hybrid I was interested in testing out. I showed her our website and guided her through the process of creating an eternal rose - from the chemicals we used to the breeds and names we used the most. She drank it all in like a sponge and I fucking loved it. Her enthusiasm was adorable.

  Once her breakfast had settled in, I had her change into workout gear and ushered her outside. We ran alongside on the cliffs, much too close to the edge where the water sprayed us the waves were so high. She looked incredible in her tight yoga pants and a semi-sheer tank top. So fucking good I had to pull her sweaty body aside and kiss her, devouring that pretty little mouth while she giggled and played with my cock through my shorts.

  I made her do a 5K, after which she was exhausted and looking pretty fed up with life. But after a hot shower in my arms, with my tongue exploring every inch of her body, she felt better. We settled on the balcony leading from the bedroom, and she lay on a large pillow while I made some phone calls. She was stark naked, a welcome distraction as I talked shop to a work colleague, my eyes wandering over her lithe body again and again. She was a fucking stunner alright.

  I sent her off to practice later on, since my sister had assured me she would need it daily to keep her strength up and to train her. As hard as it was to watch her leave, I knew she needed it. But still, the moment she was back in my arms felt fucking good. She complained of her exhaustion after the run and training, so I sat her down and massaged that gorgeous body of hers until her sighs were mixing with moans and she was getting to me with her enthusiasm, ready to come at a whisper in her ear.

  I knew it would be too late to stop myself soon, so I forced myself to pull back and give her a more serious look.

  "I'd like to talk to you," I told her plainly, and right away, her eyes filled with fear. "Don't worry, Rose. It's a talk we should have had a long time ago."

  Realization dawned on her and I knew it had hit her - this was about Pia. Finally, she would understand the woman's role in our lives, and perhaps finally, she would come to see her as someone who meant no harm - despite her prickliness and unkindness, I knew Pia would stand by my side through it all.

  I told Rose as much, but right away, her bottom lip wobbled, and jealousy took over that gorgeous face.

  "You're still in love with her," she accused, but I merely sighed, rubbing my tem
ples. "I knew it."

  "I'm not," I said firmly. "I haven't been for years. What happened between Pia and me would ruin any couple. It's a miracle we can still look at one another."

  This seemed to spark curiosity, and she let me pull her onto my lap on the balcony, settling in my arms as I started to tell her a story.

  Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl who came from a strict, unkind family.

  She wasn't close to any of her siblings and least of all her parents. The girl had hopes and dreams, but because of her family's beliefs, it seemed as if they would remain dreams forevermore.

  The girl floated through life hoping for something better.

  Everything changed when she ran into a man from another country, another continent. A man who fell in love with her innocent eyes and her slightly accented voice. A man who loved her for her dreams and didn't try to put her down like her family did. Their love ignited fast and suddenly, and they knew they were meant to be together.

  The girl's parents didn't take this information too well. In fact, they tried to convince her the man was bad, that he was trying to lure her away from them because he was evil. The girl didn't listen, but perhaps she should have. The man had questions his own humanity many times after her parents did, often wondering whether they saw the animal within him when even if he didn't know the wolf was waiting for tender prey.

  The girl followed the man across the world. They started a life together, a life neither of them was prepared for.

  He was restless and unkind, she was lost and quarrelsome. It didn't take them long to realize this kind of love wouldn't last. But not wanting to prove their families right, they stuck it through. Stayed by each other's side throughout it all, stubbornly insisting that in some world, their troublesome relationship would work out, all the while knowing it was doomed from the beginning.