Excerpt - Their Stolen Bride
MARY
“Up on your hands and knees, darlin’.”
The man stood beside the bed, n***d as the day he was born, stroking his very hard c**k. Clear fluid seeped from the tip and the wicked grin on his face proved he was having a very good time. He was attractive, slim, muscled, and his jaw was darkened by a trimmed beard.
The woman smiled coyly at him and did as she was told. She wore only a blood red corset, the top few stays undone and her abundant breasts spilling out.
I stood in the next room, looking through a small hole, my hands pressed against the wall, watching. Chloe, one of The Briar Rose’s many w****s, stood beside me, our shoulders bumping, as she watched from her own secret spot.
The w***e, now up on her hands and knees, thrust her bottom out and wig
