Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

“After rubbing it up with that failure to eliminate me and take over, after antagonizing me for being better than you, not only did you lose the position and the respect of every person in this building and your sugar daddy’s influence, you are on the ground, wet with your own piss and tears and looking up to me once again a loser. Doesn’t that give you a special kind of feeling, Stella?’ I said with a short chuckle garnered by the worst sadistic grin. She looked at me straight in the eye while I talked, but the light in her eyes weren’t evident. She had lost all form of hope, all I could see in her eyes were nothing, but not yet, I couldn’t stop just yet. Before I knew what was happening, t

I hissed without thinking. Richard’s smile made my entire body tense up. He forced his lips against mine, kissing me roughly as I fought to get free. I tried to push him away but with one hand he forced both my hands in between our bodies, trapping them completely. Then he gently moved his knee in circles against my sex, making me cry out against his mouth. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him off me and he was enjoying every second like a sick fucker. I was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly removed his entire body from mine, leaving me in a state of sexual torture. “Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.”

As I am about to fling the door wide with my rage, it bursts open to reveal a drunk and disorderly man. Looking him up and down in distaste, Rose can only assume he is lost and tries to redirect him down the hall to his room… however, in her anger, she forgot to find the robe and is currently standing in front of said man wearing only her undergarments and a blouse half unbuttoned to her ribcage. He didn’t miss a thing though as he leered at her with a smirk. “Just what I needed to finish my night, a vision to warm my bed” he bellowed. As he took a step forward, almost falling into the room, Rose tried to prevent him from getting any farther. “Oh no you don’t, I am not some whore at this inn

Finally, I found the bathroom after opening at least five wrong doors and asking people if they’d seen where she’d gone. “Rose?” I knocked on the door but there was no answer…just a muffled sound that sounded like groaning. My stomach turned to stone and rage bubbled in my gut. Was someone assaulting my fucking girlfriend? I made to kick the door down but I’d barely given it a shove when it fell open. And then I froze. That…wasn’t assault. Rose was on her knees, her dress pushed up around her waist as she worked her mouth up and down…Dorian’s fat cock--it really was fucking huge and long with a fat mushroom tip--while rubbing herself through her panties.

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

Rose yelled at Eva angrily. Cassy glared at Rose. "If you think of Eva like that, then your bad. You are the sadistic being here. You tortured Eva mercilessly the other day. I am sure God must be punishing you for your sins. Serves you right. I wish your face should remain this way. As ugly as you are inside" Cassy snapped, making Eva gasp with shock and Rose is enraged. "How dare you? You piece of shit. You good for nothing woman. How dare you talk to me like that? I am Rose Yoke. I will make your life miserable" Rose threatened.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

I tried to turn to look over my back but his growl had me swinging my head obediently forward again. “Can you feel where my cock is, Red Rose?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Where is it?” “It’s pushing against my…my bottom.” “Say ass.” “What?” “Say it’s pushing into my ass.” “Oh God,” I moaned in agony. “Say it.” “Your cock is pushing into my…my ass.” XXX