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I stared at him, all six feet, six inches of his glorious body and the way he presented himself like he was God’s fucking gift to the world. At that moment, I knew this was a fucking mistake. I was presenting Rose with the exact same problem we’d just gotten rid off. After Ellis, there was another man to break her, to do my own bidding.
Why was I so afraid of training her to my will?
I didn’t need an answer for it. I already knew the truth. I would’ve broken her. I wouldn’t have gone easy. The second I let go, she would be broken beyond repair, retreating into her shell and never coming out for me again. I’d never see the sparkle in her eyes again, the way her shyness took a step back to show me how much she wanted me. She would only be a little toy for my dick, and I didn’t want that. I wanted a woman by my side, a partner, a companion, but I would never be able to have that if I let myself unleash my full wrath on her. She would never recover.
“She can see you,” I finally replied. “I want her to know it’s not me.”
He nodded then left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the TV screens showing the image of my broken Rose on the bathroom floor.
I knew I was making a mistake, and every good part of me screamed at me to stop in my tracks before I fucked up our relationship even more.But I shut those parts up. I listened to the wretched devil on my shoulder and pushed my girl away.
In order to prepare her for what I would give her, I needed another man, another pair of hands, another mouth, another fucking cock. Only when she’d break for someone else… for as many people as I fucking deemed she needed… only then would Rose be prepared to break for me.
Chapter 6
Rose
Once again, I was thrown into the darkness, unaware of what would happen to me that night apart from the few words written on a card that had been delivered to my room that morning.
Along with it, like always, came an enormous bouquet of beautiful roses, mixed shades of red and pink together, and a cardboard box with an expensive designer brand’s name on it.
I opened it to reveal gorgeous stilettos, the a couple of shades darker than the blush in my cheeks, and a dress that made me feel like a goddess. It slithered over my body in gorgeous white silk, gathering and draping over my hipbones and over my tits so perfectly I wondered whether it had been made for me.
When the clock struck nine o’clock that night, I followed one of the silent maids toward the playroom. I’d become familiar with the space in the last few months since I was always led into the same room. It was decorated in black and deep red velvet, tones and fabrics so rich they felt like butter against my skin.
The maid left me alone in the playroom. The sunken bed was made perfectly, and the scent of roses lingered in the air. I looked around to see whether anyone was around but soon realized I was alone. An undeniable chill went down my spine, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. Thorn was nowhere to be seen.
“Hello?” I asked into the empty room, but there was no answer back.
And then, in the next second, I felt his presence like I always did. He was in the shiver down my neck, in the caress of his scent, in the whispered promise of my own magnetic attraction pulling me to him.
“Hello, Rose,” he said roughly, and I turned my head sharply to stare at him as he walked through the room.
“H-how did you get in here?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“Does it matter?” He approached me with slow and measured steps, taking my chin in his hands and gently caressing me as if I meant everything to him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in a breathless whisper, but he didn’t reply.
Instead, he walked over to the throne-like chair sitting in the corner of the room. He hadn’t used it before, not with me, and I stared as he took a seat like the master he was. He was regal in his dark handsomeness, regal yet so terrifying I was afraid to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
“Will I like it?” My words were soft-spoken, but his smirk told me he’d heard me. “I’m afraid.”
“You better,” he said easily. “I want you to.”
I sank to my knees in front of him when he tapped his knee. It came so easily now – I submitted to him like it was what I’d been made to do all along. He motioned for me to come closer, and I crawled across the floor until I reached him.
