Forever Rowan by Violet Summers Read Free Book Online Page A

went beyond sex, although Aidan had given her the first orgasm of her life with nothing but his mouth against her neck. No, she felt different. Her skin itched and her muscles throbbed. The deepest part of her was wet and longing, for the first time ever, to be filled. To be filled by Aidan. His kiss had been rough, far from romantic, but she craved more. The deeper he’d invaded her mouth, the deeper she needed him to go. Then she remembered the frost in his eyes as William dragged her from his room, and had to fight the urge to weep. She felt like she’d lost her best friend, which was ridiculous. She’d known the Dragon less than a week.

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    He ran the tip of his best whip across her chin.
    “You know it kills me to hurt you, but you leave me no choice, Rowan. You will mate with the dragon, and after you have given birth to my grandchildren I shall dispose of you and the animal.”
    “I hate you.” she said, trying to jerk her chin away from his grasp.
    “True leaders are always hated, my dear. We have to make the hard decisions that no one else will.” William unfolded the long tails of the whip. They were about three feet in length, made of the finest leather. The very tips were encased in sharp silver barbs. Large enough to break flesh, but not enough to really dig into the skin deeply. Rowan would bleed tonight, but the bleeding would stop. She wouldn’t require the doctor to attend her.
    “You will be my brood mare, Rowan, and if you do not fulfill your wifely duties I will have you whipped every night until you fall into his bed.”
    “Why do you keep saying we are married?” she cried out.
    “I think I will leave that explanation up to your husband. Just know that according to his customs you are now his. Forever, Rowan. You belong to him now.”
    She hung her head in defeat; her father finally broken her with his manipulations. She would be facing Aidan; she knew he must hate her. Would he ever believe she was as much a victim as he was?
    “Now remember, dear daughter, you must cry out for me. If not, I will be forced to have Karl take over. We don’t want another episode like that do we? I grow very tired of your stubbornness.”
    She tensed as she waited for the first blow. He didn’t make her wait long. She heard the tails ride though the air with a crack a second before the metal hooks sliced through the first layer of scars on her back.

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    Aidan woke with a start. He was getting bloody tired of being shot with tranquilizer guns. As soon as Stone had taken Rowan away, a guard came in and shot him in the side. The bastard stood next to the door, a smirk crossing his face, while Aidan fought whatever the narcotic was running amok in his blood stream.
    But now he was alone, no longer bound by the heavy chains. He stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the burn of his protesting muscles as he forced them into movement, then stretched the lower half of his body as well. He was used to being on the move and it felt like paradise to have that ability once more.
    He sat up in the bed and looked around. He wasn’t in the dingy cell anymore. In fact, this room looked like a bedroom you might find anywhere. There was camera in the top corner of the room, trained on the bed. Aidan lifted his hand and gave the spy device a one-fingered salute. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he planted his feet on the floor. Lightheaded for a moment he stopped, closing his eyes and taking a few deeps breaths.
    He stood and realized he was cleaned up. The blood was gone and he was dressed in a plain white T-shirt and gray sweat pants. He felt his heavy hair in the traditional braid of his people down the middle of his back. It pissed him the hell off; a Dragon’s hair was sacred and was a focal point in many of their ceremonies. It really didn’t surprise him that someone had been messing with it, though. Of course Stone had it done just to prove that Aidan was his prisoner.
    Bloody hell, man you have