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170 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 24, 2018








And when I saw something as beautiful as she was, I had to keep it. Take it. Treasure it. Steal it.
This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. I was trapped with no way out, surrounded by them and being forced into something I didn’t want.
I felt like a whore. I was a whore. For that man, I would have done anything.


“I bled for him, beautiful dark blood washing over the makeshift stage as I danced.”
“For that man, I would have done anything. It made me want to sob.”
“Brokenly, I succumbed to his demands. I ate his cum like a whore and felt every bit the broken plaything he wanted to turn me into.”

“What about me?” she asked moments later. “Do I get to leave, ever?”
Once again, her eyes were on me. Begging.
I wanted to lie to her. I really fucking did. But when I opened my mouth, the truth spilled out.
“No,” I said simply. “You don’t leave me.”
“Ever?” Her voice was the softest whisper. Begging for freedom. Begging to be without me.
“Never,” I replied. “You’re the only one I took. The only one I’ll keep. The only one… without a say.”
I was a collector, always had been, since I was a little boy. I saw beautiful things and I took them away from where they grew and prospered. It was the case with Harlow, and it had been the case with my very first rose.
I only hoped one day she would choose to stay willingly. But if she didn’t, I would force her to stay. I knew that without a shadow of a doubt. If I had to keep her against her will, I would. It made me a bad man. And I didn’t give a shit.
“I thought you liked broken things,” I rasped, my voice feeling ragged and raw.
“You aren’t broken yet,” he told me. “But I’ll make sure you are before long, little one.”
"...I don’t like drama. I like pretty, obedient little girls.”
“I dare you,” I said huskily. “I dare you to hit me.”
He leaned down and grasped my throat between his fingers, grinning down at me.
“You don’t want to dare me, little one,” he told me menacingly. “I’ll make all your nightmares come true.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I said, placing a blanket over her unmoving body. “I promise.”
She didn’t say a word. I spent the night in an armchair across from her. I didn’t catch a wink of sleep, instead staring at her perfectly imperfect face and hoping that one day, she would want to be mine. But even if she didn’t, I wasn’t letting her go. She would just need to accept it.
I walked up to her and rested a palm on her shoulder because I was a fucking sadist and I loved the pained expression on her face when I did it. But it hurt me too, the way she recoiled, never so much as giving me a second glance.
had to make her understand that she was the one thing I couldn’t give up. My one mistake, my one fucking vice. Of all my sins, the nastiest, most unforgivable one – keeping her caged, fucking trapped, making her my captive. She would never be a free woman. If she was going to get away from me, she would have to escape. She could try, of course. But unless I knew I was doing her irreparable damage, unless I realized this wasn’t what she fucking needed, I would keep my rose. Keep her blooming for me forever.
I just knew I was a raging addict, and she was the drug only I was allowed to get high on. Because as the only man who’d tasted it, I meant to keep it that way, protecting her with jealousy and possessiveness that rocked me to my very core.
“Why did you do it?” he asked roughly, his voice harsh. “Why did you dance on those roses?”
“I had to,” I whispered. “I had to feel a different kind of pain.”
His chest strained under my head and I crawled on top of him, my knees on his crotch as I settled down in a fetal position against his torso.
“I don’t want to be me anymore,” I whispered, and I could feel his guilt, how fucking broken he was because of what he’d done to me.
There was no excuse, and there was no way back. All there was left to do was for me to forgive him. It would take a long time.
“Who do you want to be?” he asked, his tone softer, his hands stroking every spot that hurt and ached for him.
“Yours,” I whispered. “I want to be your Rose.”
“You have a lot to learn,” he reminded me. “You don’t know me yet… You might not like what you find out.”
I didn’t reply, just looked up at him with my eyes brimming with tears. We were both so fucked up. He’d done terrible things to me, and I wanted more, god-fucking-damnit, I wanted more.
“I don’t care,” I finally admitted. “Let me be yours. Train me. Let me be what you want.”
" Welcome to the world of the forbidden. Here, you will be forced to embrace your dark self, to reveal your darkest sinful secrets. Because, no matter how brutal this story goes you will not stop wanting more... "