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Dark Romance
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Contract Marriage
Hate to Love
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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. ******* 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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A Bed Of Roses Something To Discuss
Rodah’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the border manor opened into a high-ceilinged stone hall. The air inside was cold, smelling of old wood, wet wool, and cigar smoke. Security guards in black tactical vests stood every ten feet along the walls, their hands resting flat on their holstered weapons.Martinez walked in first, his grip firm on my upper arm, keeping me glued to his right side. Pedro followed two steps behind us, clutching his sore ribs and trying to look important. Gustavo stayed close to Pedro's shoulder, watching his every move.At the center of the hall sat a massive rectangular conference table made of dark mahogany. Three men were already seated.Maldok Meyers sat on the left. He was a broad, heavy man with white hair, dark eyes, and a face carved deep with lines of anger. He glared straight at Martinez the moment we stepped across the threshold, his thick fingers gripping the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.To his right sat Lawrence Freeheight
Last Updated : 2026-08-11A Bed Of Roses To The Council
Martinez’s POVFive o'clock came quickly. The sky over the estate was dark gray, thick with cold fog that stayed low to the ground. Three black armored SUVs sat idling in the gravel driveway, their exhaust pipes blowing white vapor into the freezing air.Gustavo stood near the lead vehicle, checking his watch while four guards loaded heavy leather bags into the rear trunks. Every man wore dark suits with concealed sidearms and tactical radios pinned to their inner lapels.I walked down the front steps with my hand firmly on the small of Rodah’s back. She wore a simple dark coat, her hair tied back, her expression quiet and composed. She didn't look at the guards, and she didn't look at the fog. She moved when I moved.Pedro walked behind us, flanked by two guards who kept a tight perimeter around him. His face was pale, his right eye slightly bruised from where I had driven him into the doorframe the night before. He held his coat closed over his sore ribs, wincing every time his foot
Last Updated : 2026-07-26A Bed Of Roses The Man
Rodah’s POVThe clock on the wall hit midnight. I stood in the center of the master bedroom, packing Martinez’s clothes into a heavy leather travel bag. The atmosphere in the house had turned razor-sharp. Outside, the rain had stopped, replaced by a dense fog that wrapped around the trees at the edge of the estate.The bedroom door opened quietly. I expected Martinez, but Pedro stepped into the room instead.He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked slightly drunk, a glass of dark liquor held loosely in his right hand. He didn't stay near the doorway. He walked straight toward the bed, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me."Packing for the big trip?" Pedro asked, taking a slow sip from his glass. "My nephew moves fast. He takes a port on Tuesday, calls out the regional bosses on Wednesday, and drags his domestic property across state lines on Friday."I kept my hands on the zipper of the leather bag. I didn't back away, but I kept my
Last Updated : 2026-07-26A Bed Of Roses Cold Beef
Martinez’s POVThe oak dining table sat under the dim light of the central chandelier. Plates were set for two, but the food had gone cold twenty minutes ago. Pedro sat across from me, slicing into his steak with slow, deliberate cuts of his knife, the metal scraping loudly against the porcelain."Your father never served cold beef, Martinez," Pedro said, chewing slowly before taking a long drink of red wine. "When we ran the southern routes in ninety-eight, we had three chefs in the main house. We lived like gentlemen, not like soldiers in a bunker.""My father lost two distribution lines because he spent more time drinking wine than checking his freight manifests," I replied, setting my fork down. "That is why he died in debt, and that is why I had to rebuild this territory from the dirt up."Pedro wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin, leaning his elbows on the table. "You rebuilt it with blood, nephew. I give you credit for that. But blood
Last Updated : 2026-07-25A Bed Of Roses Mine
Martinez'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
A Bed Of Roses Wife
Rodah'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 nee
A Bed Of Roses My Pay
Martinez’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 w
A Bed Of Roses My Life For His Debt
Rodah'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
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