Todos los capítulos de A Bed Of Roses : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

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

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

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

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

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