by Stella Noir
HIS FOREVER
SHE’S MINE BOOK 3
JB DUVANE
STELLA NOIR
Contents
Book in this Series
1. Brooklyn
2. Adrian
3. Brooklyn
4. Adrian
5. Brooklyn
6. Adrian
7. Brooklyn
8. Adrian
9. Brooklyn
10. Adrian
11. Brooklyn
12. Epilogue
About JB Duvane
About Stella Noir
Also by JB Duvane
Also by Stella Noir
© 2016 Stella Noir and JB Duvane
Cover by Kasmit Covers
Editing by Jersey Devil Editing
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher .
This book is a work of fiction and is intended only for adults over the age of 18.
All characters are 18 or over.
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BOOK IN THIS SERIES
His to Take (She’s Mine Book 1)
Brooklyn …
Adrian was my first love.
The boy I’d always compared all the others to.
But now he’s a man and he’s holding me captive.
I’d heard the stories for years but I didn’t believe them.
My Adrian couldn’t have done the things they say he did to all the other girls.
But now that I’m with him I see that it’s true.
I know he’s a monster … and I’m terrified of him.
But I’m also terrified of the feelings I still have for him … and what those feelings mean about me.
Adrian …
Brooklyn was the only one who ever saw my true self.
But that was seven years ago … and it might as well have been a dream.
I had to leave her behind. It was the only way I could protect her from the truth about my family and our business.
But now a debt must be paid and she’s been brought here.
And my father has ordered me to break her … to ruin her.
If I follow his orders it will destroy me.
But if I don’t … my father will.
His to Keep (She’s Mine Book 2)
Adrian: I thought I was doing the right thing. I got her away from him - the man my father sold Brooklyn to. But now I’m afraid I can’t keep her safe. From them … or from myself …
Brooklyn:
I want everything Adrian does to me. Even though he doesn’t understand it Even though he believes he’s hurting me. I want it and I want him. But I’m scared for my life and I’m scared for us, now that I know we share the same father.
Can Brooklyn and Adrian both escape from their own pasts, and the secrets that threaten to ruin everything between them?
Can they escape from the men who will stop at nothing to take her away from him and to the man who now owns her?
His Forever (She’s Mine Book 3)
Held captive by a sadistic member of the mafia, Brooklyn doesn’t see any way out other than to take her own life. Will Adrian reach her in time to save her from a fate worse than death at the hands of the man who believes he now owns her?
Adrian:
I can’t live without her …
and I won’t stop knowing Brooklyn needs me to save her.
My only hope is to find the Russian mobster that took her away from me …
and kill him.
If I don’t, both of our lives are over.
Brooklyn:
There’s no way Adrian will ever find me in this place.
So I’ll have to take my fate into my own hands.
I hope Adrian will forgive me for leaving this world.
But I can’t let this man ruin me.
I hope Adrian knows that whatever happens, I will love him forever.
His Forever is the third and final part of the She’s Mine series. It contains dark sexual themes that may be disturbing to some people and is intended for mature readers.
BROOKLYN
“Y ou’re my good girl, aren’t you, Brooklyn?”
I heard Adrian’s voice enveloping me and vibrating inside of me as I let myself sink into the warmth that surrounded my body.
“You look so incredibly beautiful sitting there and waiting for me. You are waiting for me, aren’t you?”
Yes, Adrian, I’m waiting for you, I thought to myself. I wanted to say it out loud, but I was afraid it would break the spell. Everything felt so warm and good and I was hypnotized by the voice that was resonating inside of me.
“I want to watch you wash yourself, Brooklyn. I want to watch you slip your soapy fingers between your legs and I want to see them disappear inside those dirty little lips of yours.”
I squirmed and smiled a little because it seemed so silly to me. Why would I wash myself with soap if I was sitting in the Jacuzzi on the deck of our yacht, I thought.
“Do as I say, little girl. Now.”
I drifted for another couple of seconds before I was startled back to reality. Adrian had never called me little girl.
“I said stand up and show me your filthy little asshole! Now!”
My eyes flew open and my heart sank down into the bottom of my stomach. I had somehow convinced myself for a beautiful, blissful moment that I was back with Adrian. That I was safe with him on the yacht and was surrounded by his voice. His deep, smooth voice that melted my entire body as he stood behind me and whispered into my ear.
But when I opened my eyes I remembered I wasn’t with Adrian. I was in the obnoxiously decorated bathroom in the ridiculous palace that belonged to that Russian man. The man my father had brought me to. The man my father had sold me to. Adrian was far away. I didn’t have any idea where he was and I didn’t know if I was ever going to see him again.
I slowly stood up in the enormous bathtub. I could feel the chilling stare of the Russian man as he sat on the couch watching me. I stared at the white, sudsy islands of deflated bubbles that drifted around the tub and tried not to think about what had led up to this moment.
I didn’t want to think about any of it, but tears welled up in my eyes as my mind raced back over the events that led me here. My own father holding me captive in a filthy room on that old boat, then tying me up in the back seat of a car while he brought me to this place. To this man who completely intended to keep me as his sex slave for the rest of my life.
I pictured my father lying dead on the floor as the Russian man forced me to remove my clothes, walk across the room past my father’s dead body, and get into this bathtub. I didn’t know who this man was but I imagined that he meant business with his orders.
I imagined that this man, the one who killed my father right in front of me, generally got what he wanted. He was expecting me to follow his orders. He was expecting me to do every single thing he told me to do.
“If I have to tell you again, little girl, you won’t wake up for a week.”
I immediately turned so my back was to the man and bent over like he told me. I pulled my cheeks apart and exposed myself to him then waited for my next order.
“That’s very nice, little girl. You look like you’re going to be a tight fit. “
I could hear the smile in his voice and the way he emphasized tight fit sent shivers down my spine. But I knew it wasn’t the words he was using or even the smile in his voice that disgusted me. It was him. It was the fact that he bought me, another human being, and that he actually believed I belonged to him.
And I knew the reason he disgusted me was because he wasn�
��t Adrian. If Adrian had said those exact same words to me I would have melted on the spot. It wouldn’t have mattered what words he used, or how filthy they were. I would have done anything, anything, Adrian had asked of me. And I would have done it with pleasure. I would have been filled with a rush of tingles at the sound of those words coming from his mouth, not the dread and disgust that filled my body right now.
I wished so badly that I could tell him that. That I could show him how different this was. I wanted him to see he wasn’t a monster because of the things he wanted to do to me. This man behind me was the true monster. This man who bought me like a possession and ordered me around like a dog with his steely eyes and his cold, smiling voice.
But Adrian would never know. I would never be able to tell him how important he was to me. I would never feel his voice melting into me again. I would never see the excitement in his eyes when I stood in front of him and bared myself to him. I would never again feel his presence surrounding me, like he was the all-encompassing universe and his full attention was focused in on me. Never, ever again.
“Pick up the soap, little girl, and clean yourself.”
My hand was shaking as I picked up a large bar of soap off the wide porcelain ledge of the sunken bathtub and did as I was told. I created a lather of bubbles in my hands, then set the soap down. I slid my hands in between my legs, rubbing the silky-smooth film from the soap all over the insides of my thighs. Then I moved both of my hands higher, slipping my fingers in between my ass cheeks.”
“Higher.”
“Higher where?” I asked in a small voice, although I knew what he wanted.
“Slide your fingers over that pink hole of yours. I want to be able to eat three meals a day off of that little asshole.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard and slowly swirled my fingers around as they spread the soapy lather around where he told me to.
“Inside.”
“W-what?”
“Wash inside, little girl. I want to see you put your fingers inside there too. Do it now.”
I paused for just a second, then did what he told me to do. I slid the middle finger of my right hand up and inside my asshole, then moved it in and out slowly. I knew this was what he wanted and I told myself I could put this act on for him even though it made me want to vomit.
I told myself I could do it because I made a promise to myself that this wouldn’t go on for much longer. I could do it until I found something sharp, something to break that would give me my only escape. Then I would be gone and I wouldn’t ever have to feel the thick, slimy presence of this horrible man again.
“I can see you are enjoying that. I know a filthy little whore when I see one.” My stomach turned as I heard his clothing rustle and his zipper go down. “You want something else in there, don’t you, little girl? Something nice and thick, maybe? Something that will make you scream and cry as it slides into that tight, pink hole of yours. You don’t have long to wait, little one. Not long at all.”
My body shuddered at the thought of that pig fucking me in the ass. And with every minute that went by I became more sure I was going to kill myself, but less sure I was going to be able to get the chance. If he was planning on fucking me soon I had to figure something out quick. I looked around the room from my bent over position and noticed a couple of mirrors I could smash if I could get to them. Those mirrors were my only hope.
“Stand up and wash the rest of your body. Turn to face me so I can see those little titties of yours.”
I grabbed the soap and turned around, but kept my eyes down. I focused on those little white bubbles that had almost disappeared, but still clung to their meager existence on the surface of the bathwater. I brought the bar of soap up to my breasts and massaged the soapy lather into one as I made a feeble attempt at covering the other.
“Don’t ever try to conceal your body in front of me. That is not allowed. Your body is mine to admire and inspect whenever I desire to do so. You will stick those tits out whenever you are in my presence. Like you are offering them up to me. And if you don’t, little girl, I will bite the nipples right off.”
The shock of what he said flooded my body, and without thinking I looked up into his eyes, but regretted it immediately. The eyes of a cold, hard, evil man looked back at me. Terrifying eyes looked at me and through me. They bored into my soul and looked at it like it was nothing. To him I was nothing but an object there solely for his pleasure. Nothing more.
And now I understood the difference. I understood what the moments of fear I felt with Adrian meant. This man’s eyes terrified me to my core. But I knew when I looked into Adrian’s eyes what I was really scared of was myself.
I was scared I would be a disappointment, and with Adrian that was the scariest thing I could imagine. There was never a look of menace or evil in his eyes, and having this man to compare the experience to made it all so clear. In Adrian’s eyes there was intensity and demand but there was also a look of amazement.
The look of someone who was getting everything they had always dreamed of.
And when I saw that look, when I saw him reveling in the very moment when I would comply with his wishes, it made me want to please him even more. And it made me want to push myself further than I ever had before to keep that gaze on me.
All I got when this man looked at me was a chill down my spine and a feeling of bile rising in my throat. All I got from the look in his eyes was pure dread.
I stood and let his eyes crawl across my soapy body, then I crouched down and rinsed off when he told me to, all while keeping my eyes averted from his stare. I didn’t want to see the satisfied look on his face and I definitely didn’t want to see his thick cock as it jutted out of his pants. I could see the movement of his hand as it slowly ran up and down its length as he watched me intently.
“Get out of the bath and come to me. Kneel down in front of me.”
I did as he said, my wet feet slapping across the cold tile as I made my way over to him. He had not given me a towel to dry off, so I knelt down in front of him dripping water on the hard tile floor. His legs were spread wide, as with most men who felt entitled to more space than anyone else around them. So when I knelt in front of him I was surrounded by his enormous thighs. My face hovered just inches away from his thick, veiny cock. He was now swirling his thumb around the purple head as it glistened with a sticky layer of his own fluids. I had to close my eyes so I didn’t gag at the thought of putting that thing in my mouth.
I looked around this section of the room from a new angle, hoping to see if there was anything else I could use as a weapon. But all of the bottles of shampoo and soap that sat around the bathtub were plastic. There was nothing near me to break.
“What are you waiting for?” he said as he gripped a fistful of my hair in his left hand, pulling my head back and to the side. My eyes were still pointed downward, but as my head was wrenched back more of his disgusting body came into view. “Don’t you see what is right in front of you? Don’t you know what you are supposed to do with it, little girl? Open your mouth.”
His hand jerked my head forward so that my lips pressed up against the slick head of his cock. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard as I slowly parted my lips, letting the tip of the head enter. My entire body shook from the cold and from the waves of fear that were coursing through it. As the salty tip touched my tongue I started to gag.
The grip tightened on my hair, pulling my head away from his cock as his other hand came crashing down on the side of my face. “I am not going to train you. I paid very good money for you, little girl. It isn’t my problem if you weren’t prepared properly for your new life. I do not care that you might be nervous. This is your job now. This is your life.
“Perhaps you don’t understand exactly why you’re here. You serve me. You anticipate my needs. If you see my cock out you open your fucking mouth and wrap your lips around it. You do not hesitate. You do not made a sound. You do not ever gag. You have no thoughts
of yourself. Your only thought is what you can do for me. How you can please me. Is that clear? Look at me, little girl!”
I heard hair rip out of my scalp as he tightened his grip and yanked my head so it flew back, and I was, once again, looking up into his inhuman eyes. I tried to remain calm and stay still, but my body wouldn’t obey. I turned my head slightly and immediately regretted it as he picked my body up off the ground by my hair. I gripped onto his thighs, trying to get some leverage with my hands, but he yanked me backward again so my back was arched and I collapsed across one of his legs.
He let go of my hair and gripped my jaw with both hands, pulling my mouth open and cramming his hands inside.
“Now that I’ve seen how you are I won’t make the same mistake twice. I will put you down in the caverns in a cell for a month. You will learn. You will be disciplined and trained the way you should have been before you came to me. By the end of the month, you will understand your position. You will understand what respect means and you will obey.
“I will have your teeth removed so that this pride you have in you will no longer be a threat to me. You have been given your one chance and you have failed. But you will serve me, little girl. You will learn your place. You will discover what it means to serve. Disobeying me will never be an option for you again.
“After that month in isolation, with nothing but cold, watery gruel to eat and no physical contact except the discipline you are given by my men, you will long for my cock to slide into your toothless mouth. When you are brought to me you will curl up at my feet and rub your long, blonde hair on my legs like a kitten. You will look up at me with eyes dripping with desire so that I know how much you respect me.
“Do not think I don’t know you, little one. I have seen hundreds like you. And with every single one of them the end of their story is exactly the same. There is no escape for you. The only escape is to accept. The sooner you embrace your new life the easier it will be for you. Your life is for me now, little one. You are mine.”
ADRIAN
“Y ou okay?”
