All Chapters of A Bed Of Roses : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Kinky Fuckery

Warning! This chapter contains elements of non-con sex between the two lead characters. Martinez's POV I strode through the shattered glass and grabbed Rodah’s arm, yanking her roughly off the floor. I scanned her body fast. No blood. No deep bruises. Just a small scrape on her hip. The panic that had been claws in my chest turned right back into a blinding, murderous fury. "You think you can run from your own home?" I growled, my grip tightening on her skin. "Look at this fucking dress. You want to go out looking like you're completely naked? You want every man in this city staring at what belongs to me?" "Let go of me, you psychotic bastard!" she screamed, thrashing against my hold. "I saw what you were doing with that stripper, Rodah," I hissed directly into her ear, my breath hot. "You like touching girls? You like putting on a show? Fine. If you want to show off your body to the public, you can get fucked in public." "You have no right to touch me without my consent!"

Tied Up

Warning: This chapter contains elements of non consensual sexual activities between the lead characters.Rodah's POV I woke up late again.I shifted on the mattress and realized the skimpy nude dress from last night was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor. I was completely naked under the silk sheets. My entire body felt heavy, bruised with a deep ache from the brutal, public fucking Martinez had given me at the club. I had been too exhausted to fight him when he brought me home.I rolled onto my side, and my breath hitched.Martinez was sitting in a leather armchair in the corner of the room, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his waist. His chest was broad, his abs perfectly sculpted, and his tanned skin shone in the morning light. Just looking at him made a sudden, unwanted wave of heat rush straight to my groin. I felt instantly embarrassed by my own reaction.I quickly looked away, staring at the wall."Look at me, Rodah," Martinez commanded, his voice low

Shit!

Rodah's POV "I'm going to have some fun with you now, wife," Martinez murmured, his voice dripping with dirty lust.I strained against the restraints, my wrists and ankles locked tight to the bedposts. I wanted to yell, to scream another curse at his face, but my throat felt dry. My body was already betraying me. Between my wide-open thighs, I knew my pussy was glistening, growing wetter by the second despite the fury blazing in my chest.Martinez didn't climb onto the bed. Instead, he took a step back, his dark eyes locked onto my dripping core, and sat down heavily in the leather armchair. His white towel was strained to the limit by the massive erection pushing against the fabric.He looked over at the stripper girl, who was standing nervously by the edge of the mattress."Get on the bed," Martinez ordered her, his tone cold and absolute. "Eat her out. Don't stop until I tell you."The girl nodded quickly and then licked her lips as she looked at me. She slipped out of her silk ro

Spent and Surprised

Rodah's POV The stripper girl had been sent away, and the room was finally quiet. I lay flat on my back, completely spent, my thighs sticky and my body trembling from the sheer exhaustion of the explosive orgasms he had forced out of me. Every muscle in my core ached with a deep, heavy fullness.Martinez climbed off the bed, walked over, and pulled the thick silk sheet up to cover my naked, shivering body. He didn't say a word at first. He just picked up the internal phone on the wall, ordered a massive, lavish meal to be brought up immediately, and then disappeared into the bathroom to wash the sweat from his skin.A few minutes later, a maid wheeled in a silver cart piled high with hot food—roasted meats, fresh fruits, and warm bread. Martinez walked out of the bathroom with a dark pair of trousers on, his chest still bare and glistening."Get up and eat," he told me, his voice low and calm.I didn't argue. My body desperately needed the fuel. I pulled the silk sheet around mysel

Peasant Girl?

Martinez's POV I stood by the heavy mahogany doors, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched Rodah. For the first time since I brought her to my estate, the fierce, hateful glare in her eyes was completely gone."It's all yours, Rodah," I said, my voice low.She didn't even answer me at first. She moved around the massive room like she was in a trance, her small hands trembling as she touched the smooth wood of the easels and ran her fingers over the expensive brushes. She picked up a thick tube of oil paint, reading the label, then dropped it to grab a charcoal pencil."Oh my god, Martinez, this is... it's beautiful!" she screamed, a wide, genuine laugh breaking from her lips. She spun around, her emerald dress swirling around her thighs. "Is this real? Like, all of it? For me?""Every single canvas," I replied, a rare smile tugging at my lips as I walked deeper into the room. "The best brushes money can buy. And look over there."

The Other Woman

Rodah's POV The genuine smile on my face died the exact second that woman pushed past Martinez.I didn't know who the fuck she was, but her arrogant posture and overly polished look instantly told me everything I needed to know. She was wearing a designer dress so short it barely covered her thighs, and her high heels clicked loudly against the floorboards of my new studio. She looked expensive, lethal, and completely at home in this mansion.Seraphina didn't even look at me at first. She walked right up to a shelf of my pristine, high-end oil paints, picking up a tube with her manicured fingers and tossing it back down with pure disdain."So, this is the grand project," Seraphina mocked, her voice smooth and dripping with sweet venom as she looked at Martinez. "I heard you really took a peasant for a wife just because her pathetic father owes you some money. But wasting all this cash on a stray's little hobby? Now that's a really

Where The Fuck Are You Going?!

Martinez's POV The moment Seraphina’s heels clicked out of the studio, Rodah didn't even wait for me to speak. She threw her palette down and stormed right past me, her breathing ragged, her body rigid with fury.I didn't follow her immediately. I walked into the hallway, my blood roaring with anger."Gustavo! Guards!" I bellowed.Four of my men sprinted down the corridor, their faces pale. I grabbed the nearest guard by the throat and slammed him hard against the wall. "How the fuck did Seraphina get into the West Wing? I explicitly ordered that my time with my wife was not to be disturbed!""Master, she... she claimed she had urgent papers from her father regarding the docks," the man choked out, his eyes wide with fear."If she crosses into this wing again without my direct permission, I’ll personally put a bullet in your skull," I growled, shoving him away. "Get out of my sight."I turned on my heel and marched straight toward the master bedroom. My jaw was locked tight. Rodah’s

Lying Bitch

Rodah's POV The massive dining table was covered in an expensive spread of eggs, fresh fruits, and hot coffee, but the air in the room was completely toxic.I sat opposite Martinez, trying to enjoy the lingering warmth between my thighs from his brutal reminder against the door yesterday. But any trace of peace vanished the second the grand double doors swung open. Seraphina walked in, her heels clicking like a countdown timer. She was wrapped in an expensive designer outfit, looking like she owned the estate.She walked straight toward my side of the table, a polished, sweet smile plastered on her face. A maid followed behind her, carrying a beautifully wrapped box."Good morning, Martinez," Seraphina purred, her eyes sliding over his broad shoulders before locking onto me. "And good morning to you, Rodah. I brought a little peace offering. It’s a high-end, pure silk shawl from Milan. I always make it a point to give charity donations to the less fortunate. I figured a girl from yo

What The Hell?

Martinez's POV I stood by the mahogany desk in my private study, my jaw clenched as I stared out the window.The heavy oak door clicked open without a knock. I turned around, my hand ready to reach for the blade tucked in my belt, but it was just Seraphina. She had already changed out of the stained blouse into a tight, silk crimson dress that showed off every single curve. She was holding a stack of leather-bound ledger documents against her heavy chest."We need to talk about the docks, Martinez," she murmured, her voice smooth, completely dropping the crying-victim act she had used in the dining room. "My father sent over the new shipping manifests for the southern routes. There are discrepancies you need to look at.""Leave them on the desk and get out," I barked, turning my back to her.Instead of leaving, the soft click of her heels came closer. She rounded the desk and cornered me right against my leather chair. Seraphin

Not A Neglected Wife

Rodah's POV I sat on the edge of the mattress, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring blankly at the wall. I had been giving Martinez the silent treatment for the last two hours since the incident in his study. My throat ached from all the screaming, and my chest felt hollow, bruised by Seraphina’s venomous words.The heavy bedroom door pushed open. I didn't even turn my head. I heard his heavy, predatory footsteps cross the hardwood floor, stopping right in front of me."Still ignoring me, Rodah?" Martinez’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration.I kept my eyes fixed on the blank wall, clamping my mouth shut. I was defensive, angry, and completely unwilling to give him a single shred of my voice.Instead of grabbing my jaw or shouting back, Martinez let out a dark, amused chuckle. I heard him pull something from his pocket. Suddenly, a bright screen was shoved directly into my line of vision."Look at the screen, wife," he commanded.I tried to look away, but the sudden, raw s

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