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You have been invited to join the Order of the Bleeding Rose.

Provided you strictly adhere to the house rules, at the end of your 16-day stay, you will be awarded membership in our exclusive organization.

~~Roman~~

Change our lives forever? I doubt it...

"How much better could things get, Staci?" I look around and gesture vaguely around our house, the biggest, most expensive one in the neighborhood. "I mean, look at this fuckin' place." I point out the giant picture window overlooking the rest of the neighborhood from our place at the top of the hill.

We only have this, of course, thanks to her dad. Which he'll never let me forget. Everything has been handed to her; she doesn't get it. Even her job.

Suddenly, Staci flops down into my lap, overtaking my focus. "C'mon, Roman! If we do this, you wouldn't need to get up at 6 a. m. to go look for a job. We'd be set."

I toss the paper back down on the coffee table. The one her boss got us as a housewarming gift, for some weird reason. What boss gives the newest entry-level employee such an expensive coffee table as a gift? Stace says I'm overthinking it, but am I? It seems awfully fucking weird if you ask me.

"Stace... I honestly can't believe you're even taking this seriously." Shaking my head, I look away from her and out the window.

"I just don't want you to feel bad 'cause you aren't working. Avery just said I was up for promotion, and that he had one invite into this club..."

I cut her off before she can say it again. "Yeah, yeah. And that getting into the club would propel your career into the stratosphere." I repeat the same bullshit mantra she's been spewing for a week.

"Roman... You know I fucking love my job. If you care about me or my career, you'd do this for me."

I pick her up, stand, turn, then dump her into the chair. Not violently, but aggressive enough to tell her that I was tired of the conversation.

"Stace, let's go eat. Let's get dinner over with. You know I hate your dad, but I'm gonna put on my best smile, and we're gonna celebrate your nomination for promotion."

She creeps up and hugs me from behind. "I just don't want you to take a job that you don't really want. I think your writing is really good. I make enough for us, for now."

Her hands reach as far around me as they can, and she squeezes me lovingly.

"Baby, I just wanna get your fucking dad off my back. He's hated me since the day you and I met."

My hands grab her wrists, and I playfully spin her into a hug.

She lays her head on my chest. "Ro, don't worry about him. He just holds a grudge. You did take his little girl away," she says, imitating her dad's annoying 'holier-than-thou' attitude. "Besides, getting into this club might change his mind about you."

It's just one night, I remind myself. Dinner with her dad; he's paying, so I know it'll be a nice place. It's just dealing with his smug face, condescending tone, and his insistence that everything be done his way. I know it's gotta be where Staci gets it from. She's an only child, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, unless daddy could find a more precious metal for her.

If I play along and side with everything her dad says, it'll be over fast.

Sighing loudly, I kiss the top of her head. "Okay, okay. Fine. Let's just get ready so we can go. I'm gonna take a shower."

She gives me another tight squeeze, squealing softly. "Yay! I promise it's gonna be good. Everything is going to be fine."

Untangling myself from her arms, I walk slowly into our bathroom, turn the water on, and undress while it heats up. Letting the water hit my back, I stand with my hands on the wall and close my eyes. I need to be as relaxed as possible for this; otherwise, I know I'll lose my temper.

Staci's hand running down my back shakes me out of my thoughts. "You want me to help you relax before we go?"

Her voice is soft and teasing as she presses her body against my back, tracing her hands along the muscles in my arms. As tense as I am, feeling her touch relaxes me the way it always does. When I turn around, she drops to her knees in front of me with a seductive grin.

She takes my already hard cock between her lips without saying anything, swirling her tongue around the head slowly before sliding her mouth up and down. The second I feel myself hitting the back of her throat, my hand reaches out, slapping against the wall to steady myself.

"Oh, fuck, Stace. You feel so fucking good."

She hums around my dick, sucking hard and swallowing until her lips are at the base. She holds herself there until tears form in her eyes, and she pulls off slowly. Using my left hand, I grip the base of my cock, slapping it against her tongue. Her eyes fall closed, and she moans, like just feeling me using her brings her pleasure. Staci's lips wrap around me again, her head bobbing up and down quickly. My balls tighten, and I let out a low groan, resting my hand on the back of her head. She keeps up her rhythm even as I come, each hot, thick rope shooting down her throat. She swallows, not spilling a drop as she smiles up at me.

I don't even have time to say anything before she's up on her feet and stepping out of the shower.

"Your suit is laid out on the bed for you," she calls over her shoulder as she leaves the room.

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"Mr. Astor, your party."

Staci's dad stands up as we arrive at the table. The waiter pulls out her chair, and she sits, offering a polite smile in thanks. Once I'm seated, the waiter fills both our glasses with wine from the bottle James ordered for the table. Some dark red, aged, expensive something, I'm sure. I don't listen to much else the waiter says. Her dad will order for the table anyway.

I keep my focus on my plate, letting them talk between themselves, and just listen.

"Have you thought about the invitation since we talked? Avery told me he wanted your answer before he made his decision on that promotion."

Staci nods quickly and pats my shoulder twice. "I think I'm going to accept; just waiting on him to agree to come with me."

I have to fight not to roll my eyes. Why would she put it all on me like that?

"Well, what's stopping you, son?"

I take my time swallowing my food, figuring out how I want to respond.

"It's not that something is stopping me. I just don't want to feel like I'm getting something I haven't earned. And using my status to get ahead would make me feel that way. I want to know that what I'm doing means something to people, and that they aren't just telling me it's good because of who I am."

James looks at me with a condescending smile. "Have you thought about the fact that you wouldn't have gotten included on this invitation if your work didn't already mean something?"

I clear my throat. "Um, I guess I was sort of under the impression that the invitation was for Staci, and she was just bringing me."

He laughs, shaking his head. "Son, you're married to her; you are her partner. The only way you'd be invited is if you both earned it."

Staci stands, interrupting the conversation. We both stand with her as she excuses herself to the restroom before we sit back down.

James looks at me, leaning in close, and speaks softly. "Roman, listen to me. If you do this, I promise that your wildest fantasies will come true. Fantasies you didn't even know you had will come true. You've earned this; you wouldn't be married to my daughter if you hadn't. You think I'd have welcomed you into my family if you weren't good enough for her?"

"What kind of fantasies do you mean?"

He waves his hand, dismissing me. "Oh no, I can't tell you that. You need to trust me. I wouldn't lie about this. Any future you have depends on your choice."

I don't miss the double meaning of what he says, but I choose to ignore it. An argument is not something I have energy for today.

Exhaling slowly, I nod. "Okay, yeah. I'll do it. When you put it that way, it makes sense."

An excited squeal behind me makes me jump, and Staci's hands wrap around me, and she kisses my cheek. "You'll do it? Really, Ro? You mean it?"

I nod once, turning to give her a quick kiss. "Yeah, your dad talked me into it. Thank him."

"Daddy! You have to order dessert so we can celebrate," she squeals excitedly.

James waves at the waiter, calling him over. "We're celebrating; could we get the special dessert, please?"

Nodding, the waiter disappears into the kitchen and returns almost immediately with a plate for each of us. I take a bite, and the flavor explodes on my tongue. It's the best thing I've probably ever tasted.

My body feels lighter, like the weight of the world has lifted off my shoulders. James pays for dinner, gives Stace a hug, and slips a business card with a name and number scribbled on it into my hand.

"Strickland's Publishing House," I mumble to myself and tuck the card into my jacket pocket. I place my hand on her lower back and lead her to the car. I open the door on her side and make sure she's comfortably inside before heading over to the driver's side and letting myself in.

Upon cranking the car, I feel a wave of relaxation creep over my body. A warmth starts at the top of my head and washes over me. I feel alert and clear-minded; the road ahead of me blurs into a mindless drive. Stace's hand brushes my thigh and creeps up the waistband of my pants, drawing my attention back down to this planet.

"I've been thinking about this thick cock ever since we got to the restaurant. Watching you play nice with daddy makes me so fucking wet for you, Roman."

She's practically purring as her fingertips graze the head of my cock, sending immediate shocks through my thighs right down to the tips of my toes. Lustful thoughts flood my mind. Staci wraps her fist almost all the way around the shaft and begins stroking at a teasingly slow pace.

"Mmmm fuck, Stace..." I struggle to get the words out. Her hand feels like velvet as it slides up and down my hardened member.

"I want this cock bruising my insides, you hear me, Ro?"

"Y-- Mmmmm. Fuck yes, baby." Her command causes my cock to twitch in her hand. She slowly works her wrist, bringing me right to the edge as we pull into the driveway.

In a single motion, I throw the car into park and push my door open. Leaving the car running, I rush around to the passenger side and scoop Staci into my arms. I don't see it, but I hear her spit on her hand before shoving it back down my pants and resuming its stroking of my cock.

"Now, Roman... fuck me."

I have no response other than pushing her dress up and popping the seam of her panties, dropping them to the porch. I position her cunt right above my cock, the wet heat so inviting as I press the head roughly into her. I push her back against the siding of our house, thrusting my hips deep into her.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she whimpers in my ear. "Harder, baby. I need you. Make me come."

I grip her hips tightly, fucking her as hard as I can, like I'm trying to fuck her straight through the wall.

I lean in and kiss her neck hungrily, groaning at the taste of her skin on my tongue. I need more of her. All of her. I press my lips against her neck and up her jaw before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Devouring her. She threads one hand up into my hair, holding my mouth against hers, and the other one claws at my back.

My fingers dig into the skin on her thighs as I drag my cock in and out of her perfect pussy. She feels like heaven, like I could fuck her for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't be enough. Her muscles clamp down on me in a death grip, and I growl against her lips.

"Just like that, Stace. God, you feel so damn good. You're fucking perfect, baby. I want you on my dick just like this, every day."

"I love you, Ro. I'm gonna come. Please don't stop, baby. I'm so close."

She clamps down on me even harder, and I feel her whole body tense as I thrust my hips. Heat builds up in my balls, and they tighten at the sound of her desperate moans as she buries her face in my neck.

We finish at the same time, her sweet juices gushing out around my cock as it paints her insides with my cum. We stay like that, against the wall of the house, breathing heavily. Every time we fuck, it's hot, but this feels overwhelming, an insatiable need that came out of nowhere.

"Goddamn, Staci. That was fucking amazing. I've never needed you so bad. I love you, you perfect angel."

She takes my face in her hands and presses her lips against mine once more before unwrapping her legs from my waist.

"I love you, Roman. You're amazing."

I straighten her dress, brush the hair from her face, and kiss her again. "I'm not done with you yet. Just wait until I get you upstairs."

I leave her breathless against the house while I turn off the car, grab her purse, and unlock the front door. I drop everything and pick her back up, throwing her over my shoulder. Each squeal and giggle elicited from her lips as I run up the stairs makes my dick throb with the need to be back inside her.

I drop her on the bed and shove my pants down my hips, freeing my cock again. I grip the base of it, stroking it slowly and look down at her.

"Give me your mouth."

The second her lips wrap around me, she takes me deep into her throat and moans loudly. Her hands grab my waist, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer.

I let out a grunt, cupping her cheek in my hand. "Fuck, that's perfect. You love sucking my dick, don't you, baby?"

She just hums around me and nods, sucking harder before pulling off with a pop and lying back on the bed.

"Ro, I need you inside me. Please."

Sliding both hands under her thighs, I get on the bed and throw her ankles over my shoulders. I position the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust in and out of her. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixing with her moans, and it's such an addictive sound. I need more of it, more of her. I need every bit of this, right down to the very air filling my lungs. This sweet, intoxicating feeling grips the back of my brain.

I lift her hips in the air and rut into her impossibly harder, making her moans rise an octave, turning into screams. One hand reaches out to me, grasping at air. I hold it tightly, my hips rocking back and forth, thrusting as deep into her as I can.

Her pussy clamps around my cock, and her loud moans fill my ears as the wave of pleasure that's been building up inside us both breaks, and we come at the same time. I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, my head still spinning, and that ecstasy still crashing over me.

I close my eyes, starting to see neon flashes in my periphery. Between each flash, I catch a glimpse of my shadow. It's large and misshapen, but if I think about it too much, it disappears. I shake my head and look back down at Staci. I can't focus on anything aside from my need for her. That's all that matters to me in this moment. Her legs lock around my waist, keeping me inside her, and she gives me a devilish grin, slowly moving her hips up and down. There are tremors of addictive pleasure still radiating from my core.

I kiss my way down her neck and chest, ripping her dress down the middle and swirling my tongue around one perfect pink nipple and then the other one. The sweet, slightly salty taste of her hits my taste buds, and I groan against her skin as my cock jumps back to life inside her. And buried deep in her hot, wet pussy is where I'll stay all night. Still pumping erratically, I become unbelievably exhausted, quickly drifting off into a coma-like deep sleep.

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