Feathers and Blood

Feathers and Blood Feathers and Thorne Series Book 1 Written by Ivy Black and Raven Scott Copyright © 2023. All rights reserved. It is not legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Your Exclusive Access From the bottom of our hearts, thank you so much for your support. To show our appreciation, we’ve created an exclusive VIP newsletter just for you. When you join, you’ll immediately receive a free prequel for another dark mafia romance series, that you won’t find anywhere else! 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Download the prequel for The Umarova Crime Family Series, receive future discounts and other bonuses by visiting: https://BookHip.com/JAJXVPR See you on the inside, Ivy Black and Raven Scott Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two Chapter Forty-Three Chapter Forty-Four Chapter Forty-Five Chapter Forty-Six Chapter Forty-Seven Chapter Forty-Eight Chapter Forty-Nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty-One Chapter Fifty-Two Chapter Fifty-Three Chapter Fifty-Four Chapter Fifty-Five Chapter Fifty-Six Chapter Fifty-Seven Chapter Fifty-Eight Chapter Fifty-Nine Chapter Sixty Chapter Sixty-One Chapter Sixty-Two Chapter Sixty-Three Chapter Sixty-Four Chapter Sixty-Five Chapter Sixty-Six Chapter Sixty-Seven Chapter Sixty-Eight Epilogue Your Free Gifts Chapter One Carter I hate it when they whimper. It runs counter to my purpose, my pleasure. They all think the same. If they whine and plead, maybe I’ll change my mind and flip them on their backs to give them vanilla, easy sex. It’s never easy with me. I want it to hurt; I want her ass to recoil in shock and bruise when I strike it. This one is no different than the last ones. She’s a stocky, short brunette with sleazy tattoos all over her back and shoulders. She whimpers, whines, and complains at every little movement, only fueling my ferocity in the moment. I’m trying to make right out of a long history of pain, but this cheap hookup is starting to make my dark mind find darker places. I bring the belt down against her bare ass, feeling her tighten around my erection. She groans before leading into a gentle cry, the red welts slowly forming as I grip my designer belt tighter. I had other options, but this seemed the most effective for the moment, seeing the woman try to tame my anger. I bring the belt down on her lower leg, just under her ass, to hear her cry out in pain. Like many others, she thinks it’s possible to tame a hungry lion. But they don’t know that a lion that doesn’t want to be tamed, won’t be, simply by pure stubbornness. I’m beyond stubborn by now; I’m pissed off. I grip the belt wrapped around my knuckles on one hand, the other pressing into her tricolored tramp-stamp, eyeing the bruises that form in a sigh of relief. I push my cock deeper, only watching her struggle against the side of the bed more. “Stay fucking still,” I growl, her hands flailing about as she tries to get comfortable pressed up against the foot of my bed. “Stop moving; it will only make it worse.” “Cart—” “Don’t say my name!” I bring the belt down again, remarking an already reddened spot, her gasping scream echoing through my bedroom and possibly the entire penthouse. Thankfully, the walls are reinforced; otherwise, the police would be here every Saturday night, putting my name on a list. The last thing I need right now is police attention. I grab a fistful of her tangled, unkempt hair. It’s a little too dark for my taste, but I’ve gone through too many of her kind by now. I can’t risk bringing home the same prey twice. Instead, I mark her ruthlessly, filling her with my cock until she pants for a break or calls out for mercy. Pulling back on her hair, she cries out, her back arched as far as it will while I drive her pelvis into the side of the bed. Her knees are shaking. She’s just about filled with my erection and might bleed if I fill her any more than I already have. “Are you done? Please, tell me you’re done!” I snarl as she begs. Bringing down the belt on the back of her shoulder should be enough. She twitches in response, screaming out in a hefty exhale. She continues begging me to finish off, trying to distract me from inflicting more pain, but it’s the only thing that keeps me going. Her mouth may say she wants it to stop, but her body speaks a different language. Her knees pull together, so I kick her ankles out, forcing her to spread back open for me. I release the hold I have on her hair so I can shove her back into place, keeping her there until I bring the belt back down onto her pale flesh. She screams again, her pussy tightening with hot juices circling my cock in response to the pain. I tip my head back, slamming my pelvis against her ass, feeling her hot, welted skin sing in response to my harsh thrusts inside of her. I’m nowhere near being finished with this