Page 4 of Roses for the Damned

Craning back her neck, Rose was struck by how tall it was. No, not it – he, for it was clearly a male, a beautiful naked specimen of whatever species he was, the massive member standing erect between his legs an indisputable indication of the fact.

Don’t you dare look down.

Heat swept over her, her cheeks blushing like some virginal maiden, her muscles straining from how hard she was concentrating on his face.

As if sensing her embarrassment, the creature chuckled, clearly amused. “Don’t be shy. Take a look.”

“Wha–No, I–” she glanced down, “Oh, shit,” then covered her eyes like some silly school girl.

A husky laugh erupted around her, the sound like smooth chocolate, decadent and rich. Fingers wrapped around her wrists, the touch gentle yet firm as he lowered her hands.

She shivered at the contact, giggling like some hormonal adolescent when his huge monster cock came into view again before quickly looking away.

Unbelievable. Pull yourself together.

“No need to hide yourself, little human,” he said, still holding on to her wrists. “There is no shame in having your fill. Go on, look at it.”

But she couldn’t. It was impossible to look at anything but those two black pits of oblivion that bore into her soul as she held the creature’s gaze.

His stare was like lava, burning her through, igniting her skin. Butterflies sprang forth in her gut, the fluttering motions causing Rose’s heart to race. She couldn’t look away, no matter how hard she tried.

The creature cocked his head. “Your heart is pounding.”

No, not pounding – galloping, fucking thundering, as if it would crash through her chest and obliterate everything in its path.

It was madness. No fucking way was this normal. She had been assaulted mere hours ago and was already imagining doing filthy things with another male.

But what a male, indeed. Her thighs clenched, arousal leaking onto her panties. There is definitely something very fucking wrong with you.

He went still, as if having turned to stone. “You need to leave now.” He took a step back, then another.

“Did something happen?” Confused, she followed him. “I–I’m sorry if I offended you somehow.”

He cracked his neck, his eyes rolling back as a low groan escaped him, his long tail whipping back and forth. “You did nothing wrong, sweet human. You must go home now, it is getting late.”

Reality struck her. Her father would be frantic with worry by now.

“Wait!” she bolted forward as he spread his wings, ready to take flight. “You never told me your name.”

A brief pause, and then, “Gabriel.”

She repeated it to herself. “Like the angel.”

Eyes twinkling with mischief, he grabbed her chin, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear, “There are no angels here, little dove, only the devil.”

And then, he was gone.

Ch. 3

W ater cascaded down her body as she got out of the bath, the tiny droplets sticking to her flesh like desperate lovers.

She had gotten home just as the Sun was rising anew, allowing Rose to sneak in before her father woke up for the impending day.

Perhaps it was by sheer luck alone that the man had not been waiting for her as he usually was when working one of her late night shifts at the brothel, for she did not know how she would explain her battered state to him.

Having scrubbed and cleaned what remaining dirt Gabriel had missed while tending to her, she had carefully applied some soothing balm to her wounds before covering them up with some colored creams. There was no reason to alarm her father, she would resume with her daily chores as usual. No one would ever know what had transpired the night before – no one, except the three of them. To her surprise, her body didn’t physically hurt as much as she had expected it to, only her mind remained to be healed.

A fresh wave of rage washed over her.

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