Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
This was the moment she chose to look deep into my eyes. She leaned closer, her bottom lip trembling as I pounded inside her, her lips wrapping around my earlobe as she whispered to me.
All those words she used, every one of them perfectly placed to make me go fucking insane.
"More, Thorn. More, Master. I love you. I need you. I'm yours. Please fuck me harder. Please hurt me. I'm only yours. No one else will ever touch me. I'd rather die than be with anyone else. Yours. I promise, Master. Yours..."
I fucked her savagely and she took it all, her eyes adoringly watching mine.
But something strange happened that evening, something I wasn't expecting.
I was the one who broke, for the very first time.
I held onto her because I thought I'd fall apart if I didn't. I fucked her so roughly I knew I'd bruise her, not just from my thrusts but from my fingers digging viciously into her skin. But it was okay, because she held me together. She looked at me with more love I'd ever seen in the whole wide world, and we fused together, became one.
No toys.
No torture.
Just us, fucking, making love, just the two of us in our own little world where I was her Thorn and she was my Rose, and we were the glue that held the other together.
There was no me without her and there was no her without me. We both knew it, and we held on for dear life to one another. Fucking. Moaning. Coming together.
She creamed my cock and I came inside her, pulling out the moment I was done and holding my fingers on her pussy to keep her filled up. Her whole body shivered as I buttoned her back up, the cum I'd put inside her spilling and wetting her clothes.
I didn't give a shit.
I wanted the whole fucking world to see what I'd done to her.
She was out of breath, dizzy and scared as I held her to my chest, kissing the top of her head and gently whispering in her ear.
"You're mine, Harlow Granger," I told her. "Forever."
I held her until she stopped shaking, and once her eyes connected with mine, I knew I didn't need to say another world. She understood me to my last shitty decision, through the good and the bad. She knew we were bonded, fucking mated. She knew she was mine.
A timid knock sounded on the door and I barked for them to enter.
Lili walked inside, looking relieved that we were both clothed.
"We start in fifteen minutes," she explained apologetically, and I gave my Rose a final smile before letting go of her.
"I'll see you out there," I told her firmly. "Remember. You're dancing for me. Give it your fucking all, Rose."
I left them to their own devices and said the necessary hellos as I made my way to the first row.
The red velvet curtains were drawn and as I sat down on the plush theater chair, I let myself groan out loud, knowing nobody could hear.
She'd really gotten me wrapped around her finger... And the best thing about my Rose was that she didn't take advantage of it at all. She'd do anything for me and expected nothing in return. But I knew I'd give her the world and then some... Anything for my bright shining star.
The lights dimmed, and my heart started thumping in my chest. Everyone in the theater quieted down and slowly, so fucking slowly, the curtains parted.
My Rose, my swan, stood center stage, her eyes turned down. She wore no makeup, and she looked like a fucking masterpiece.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet mine and no one else’s. She smiled shyly, a sweet little tug on the corners of her lips.
The music started, and we stared at one another, conveying every feeling we had for each other in the matter of seconds.
She took her first step, never taking her eyes off me.
She danced like a star.
Twenty
Rose
The music I knew so well filled my ears, my heart and my soul. It was time to dance. It was time to show Thorn what I had learned so he could watch and enjoy my body breaking for him one last time before he took this joy away from me.
The ballet had been shortened just for me. It meant I was the only dancer on the stage that night - no prince, no other swan maidens. It was all about Odette and Odile, the white and the black swan, one becoming the other and vice versa. I would dance my heart out, and I would make my man prouder than he'd ever been. I couldn't wait to show him what I was capable of.
At first, I was Odette, the innocent, beautiful princess. The white swan. Graceful beauty, soft gestures, timid, almost scared motions that made me glide all over the stage with my eyes fixated on Thorn. The heavy theater lights were burning my eyes but I didn't care. I wanted him to know I was putting on a show just for him, that out of all the people in that theater, he was the only one that mattered.