A Bed Of Roses
Warning: This story is full of raw obsession, brutal possession, and extremely explicit sex. If you do not like a ruthless man slowly breaking his woman until she drips, begs, and belongs only to him, stop reading now.
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Martinez Rinaldi is a ruthless mafia lord who only knows to kill those who cross him. Owing him a bad debt means crossing him, and he usually doesn't think twice about things like this.
But when Cole, an irresponsible gambler who owes him a million dollars, offers one of his daughters to him in his desperation to save his life, Martinez takes the offer.
Abigail should have been the bride. But when Rodah wakes up in the morning to find her older sister gone, she is left with no other option but to wear the wedding gown and get handed over to Martinez as his repayment and bride.
Rodah swears to be his wife only on paper. To her, she is simply a repayment for the debt her father owed and nothing more.
But that's not what Martinez Rinaldi wants. He wants a wife who comes to him naked and dripping, willing to take in the length of his cock her every single time. He won't stop until Rodah is that wife.
She has to be the good little wife who wants to be fucked as much as he wants to fuck her.
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Chapter: MineMartinez's POV She wiped her eyes fast. “It’s nothing serious.”I didn’t buy it. My eyes went straight to the side table. Her phone screen was still lit up. The last call showed clear: Dad.“Was that your father who made you cry?” I asked.Before she could open her mouth, the rage hit hard. “I’ll kill him if he tries to hurt you. You’re not his to toss around anymore.”“It’s nothing,” she lied again, voice shaky.I stared down at her in the tub. The water barely covered her tits. Her nipples were hard and dark, sticking straight out of the bubbles. My cock was already thickening in my pants.“Get out of the tub,” I ordered.She crossed her arms over her chest. “I want privacy. Get out first.”I smirked. “Privacy? I own every fucking inch of you, Rodah. Those small tits. That tight pussy. That ass. Stand up. Now.”She stayed sunk in the water, stubborn as always. “No. Leave me alone,” she insisted.I stepped closer, voice low and dirty. “Your nipples are rock hard. You’re soaked for m
Última atualização: 2026-05-07
Chapter: WifeRodah's POV I was still shivering with need when we got back to the estate. My pussy felt hot and slick from everything Martinez said in the car. I couldn’t stop thinking about his dirty promises.He walked me straight to my room. Two maids stood waiting inside.“Help my wife with anything she needs,” Martinez told them. “Bath, clothes, food — everything.”The maids nodded. “Yes, sir.”Martinez looked at me, eyes dark. “Clean up. I’ll come back later. Don’t wear too much tonight.”He left and closed the door.One maid stepped forward. “Would you like a bath now, ma’am? The tub is ready and your meal is on the way.”“Yeah, I'd like a bath,” I said. “But I’ll do it myself.”They helped me out of the red dress and left me alone in the huge bathroom.I sank into the warm water. Bubbles covered my breasts. The moment I closed my eyes, the flashes hit hard.Martinez’s tongue licking my clit. His thick fingers pushing inside me. The way I screamed when I came on his mouth.It was the first
Última atualização: 2026-05-07
Chapter: My PayMartinez’s POV I drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my wife's thigh. The red dress looked fucking perfect on her — tight around her tits and ass, showing exactly what belonged to me. She sat stiff beside me, still shaken from earlier. Good. Let her feel it.We got to the old warehouse where the families gathered. Corey, the old bastard everyone came to see, had held court like he still ran shit. I brought Rodah because I wanted them all to know: she was mine.The moment we walked in, heads turned.Corey leaned back in his chair, cigar smoke curling around his wrinkled face. “Martinez. You brought a woman to business? Since when do we bring pussy to the table?”I pulled out a chair for Rodah and sat beside her, my arm draped possessively over the back of her seat. “She’s not just any woman. This is my wife, Rodah. Payment for Cole’s one million dollar debt. The old man couldn’t pay cash, so I got his daughter instead.”A few men chuckled. Corey raised an eyebrow
Última atualização: 2026-05-07
Chapter: My Life For His DebtRodah's POV I woke up the next morning with my body still sore in the worst places. My pussy felt sensitive from the way Martinez had licked and sucked me last night until I screamed. I hated how easily I had given in.“That was not the plan,” I whispered to myself.A silver tray sat on the table with hot breakfast — eggs, fruit, fresh coffee. Next to it was a note in his sharp handwriting and a deep red silk dress laid out with matching high heels.I picked up the note and read it quickly.'Eat your breakfast. Be ready in two hours. We are going to a meeting and I want my wife with me. Last night you swore you would never let me fuck you. Yet you were coming hard on my tongue before you even finished your sentence. Don’t lie to yourself again, Rodah.'My face burned red. “Bastard,” I whispered as I balled the note in my fists.The dress looked expensive. Everything in this house screamed money — the huge bed, the marble bathroom, the heavy curtains. This was the world I had walke
Última atualização: 2026-05-07
Chapter: SubstituteRodah's POV I sat on the edge of the huge bed in Martinez’s mansion, my hands shaking in my lap. The white wedding dress still clung to my body. If my sister, Abigail had not run away this morning, I would be back in my small room right now, painting her portrait like I promised. Instead, here I was — twenty-three years old, married to Martinez Rinaldi, a man everyone called the devil.The door opened with a soft click.Martinez stepped in. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and moved like a predator. His black shirt was open at the collar, showing smooth, tanned skin. His dark eyes locked on me immediately. My stomach tightened.He had never met either me or Abigail until I was handed over to him as his wife, hours ago. “You’re still in the dress,” he said, voice low and rough. “Take it off.”I stood up fast, heart pounding. “What? No.”He raised one eyebrow. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. “No?”“I told you on our way here,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This is
Última atualização: 2026-05-07
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