Raven and the Beast by Faedra Rose

Author:Faedra Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, short story, contemporary, bdsm, fairy tale, retelling
Publisher: Evernight

Chapter Seven

Everything aches as I stumble from my booth barefooted, handbag slung over my shoulder. As I climb the stairs in the back of the building to the Glory Girls’ accommodation, my poor nipples feel like they’re on fire, and I have no sense of anything below my navel. I can’t tell my cunt from my ass. The agony blurs together to the point that it’s all just one pulsing, aching mess.

Tonight, I’ve been used to the max. I feel thoroughly and outrageously satisfied, not to mention exhausted. I can barely walk. The Beast gave me more pleasure in a single session than my so-called Dom ex did in the years we were together. To say this experience has been mind-blowing is a viciously severe understatement.

When I reach my room, lucky 13, I turn the key in the lock and shoulder open the door. Shutting it behind me, I literally drop my shoes, toss my handbag on the coatrack, and managing a few more paces I collapse onto my bed. It’s so soft and welcoming. It feels like a cloud compared to the firm leather bench of the booth.

With a small grimace as I snuggle up, hugging an L-shaped pillow for comfort, I vaguely regret that I’m making a mess of my sheets. They’ll be fluid covered and crunchy by morning… But there’s nothing for it. I’m spent. I’m so very, very done. I couldn’t shower right now even if I wanted to. The Beast stole the legs from under me, that’s for sure, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again. My beautiful, seductive, inked devil has ruined me!

So, now there’s nothing to do but give in—to succumb to a black, dreamless sleep—and hope that I’ll find my strength again when the sun rises. But I’m not holding my breath, because I think that damned Beast stole more than just my legs.

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The alarm on my phone goes ballistic, sounding from across the room in my handbag where I left it on the floor, dragging me from blissful nothingness. I groan in the all-consuming darkness of my room. There’re no windows to let the sunlight in. If I didn’t set my alarm, I’d never know night from day. My sparse room, though empty of anything that defines me, feels like what I imagine the womb is—warm, dark, and safe.

With a sigh, I roll onto my back and rub my eyes, immediately overwhelmed by last night’s shift. “Jesus H. Christ,” I say under my breath to the darkness. How am I going to survive if every shift is like that? It might be phenomenal money, but damn! Even now every nerve in my body thrums, still overstimulated, still reliving the memory of my one night with the Beast. Heaving a sigh, I slip from my sheets and make my way toward the door, thankful my room is almost furniture free.

Stooping down, I find my handbag and free my phone, switching off the stupid alarm. I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years more.

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