The CEO's Rose

Bryce’s POV

Vivian Rose was a witch. Bryce should have realized that when he had kept going back to the woman again and again despite how unattractive she was.

There was just no reason why someone as perfect as him should have kept going back to her. But he had been too under her spell to see how she was using him. Now she had turned her magic on Ryan Terrell and Bryce could suddenly see right through her. She was a cold uncaring manipulator who lured men to herself and then proceeded to use and then discard them.

It was not something that could be allowed to stand.

Now that she was done with him, Bryce was living like a fugitive despite having done nothing wrong. All that he had done was tell the world the truth about her, and show them how awful she was. There had not been a single lie in any of the things he had posted online, he’d simply been telling others the things that he knew as an expert on all things Vivian Rose.

But because of that, like many speakers of truth Bryce was being hunted and he just could not take it anymore. Things were so bad that when news of his savior Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth being disowned had spread, Bryce had worried that even his sanctuary would fall apart. But she had assured him that there was no need to worry, that she had money of her own that had nothing to do with her father.

Still, the point stood, as a righteous man he had to do what was necessary to rid the world of evil. Vivian Rose needed to go and if Bryce had to be the one to do it then so be it. His mind made up, Bryce grabbed the keys to one of Gwendolyn’s luxury cars and began walking towards the exit. But before he could even reach the front door, Gwendolyn was suddenly in his way.

"Where are you going? Now is not the time for either of us to be seen out and about," Were she anyone else he would have simply pushed her to the side and kept going. But since they were in the same boat he had a feeling that she would agree with what he was planning to do.

"I am going to run over Vivian Rose, and end her miserable life,"

***

Instead of rejoicing at his brilliant plan Gwendolyn immediately threw herself against him. Her arms going around his waist as she rested her cheek against his chest.

"No Bryce. I cannot let you do that," It was kind of sweet, as cold blooded as Gwendolyn had proven herself to be. It was clear to him that she was not a murderer. That was a tough job meant for tough men like Bryce. Gently patting her back he tried to reassure her.

"It is alright, it will be a quick thing, in and out. I’ll just wait until she steps out of the school and it will be lights out for her," But still Gwendolyn would not let him go. At his words she shook so hard, he would have thought she were suppressing laughter were it not for the terrified sounds that she was making.

"No, please Bryce, it is too risky. I can’t lose you like that," Raising a hand Bryce brushed a finger against her lovely cheek and he felt his dick stir. There had always been something about a woman’s tears that aroused him, and Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth’s tears were no different.

"And just what do you suggest I do, sit back knowing that she is out there enjoying her life while I am stuck here like a caged animal," Still not getting out of his way Gwendolyn shook her head.

"No, all I am saying is before you act how about we burn off some steam first. Then maybe you can be able to think more clearly,"

Bryce’s heart rate picked up. Did she really mean what he thought she meant? Before he could even ask, Gwendolyn took a few steps back. As he watched, she reached behind herself and undid her dress. She let it fall, revealing her naked form to Bryce and his mouth instantly went dry.

Had she seriously been hugging him so close while not even wearing any underwear.

***

With her perfect body on display, Bryce had wasted no time at all getting them to the nearest bedroom, now he was looking down at her as she lay beneath him.

Perfect unblemished skin, legs that went on forever, as well as a flat stomach and a tiny waist. Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth was the whole package and Bryce could not believe that he was getting a chance to touch her.

How had Ryan Terrell given up such beauty? Eager to sample her Bryce shoved two fingers into Gwendolyn’s cunt. Ignoring her pained yelp, he scissored her roughly. It took a bit of doing to get her loose since she was barely helping, ( the spoiled princess in her coming out in the way she expected him to service her). But in no time at all he was burying himself all the way to the hilt, and loving every moment of it.

Just as he thought that it would be Vivian Rose all over again, with Gwendolyn doing her best impression of a dead fish beneath him. The woman moved, all of a sudden she transformed into a being of claws and teeth. She dug furrows into his back, her teeth biting hard enough to break skin as she rocked against him. To punish her for being so rough with him. Bryce did not even try to be gentle in his thrusts. He fed on her agonized whimpers and loved the way that her face screwed up in pain each time he moved, his own back hurting with how much she was tearing him up. He barely even felt it when Gwendolyn moved one of her hands to his head and pulled at his hair. When she finally bit down on his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, he split her with a rough thrust that had her letting him go in order to yell out.

When they finally climaxed Gwendolyn slotted her lips against his and Bryce had the unpleasant sensation of tasting his own blood coming from another person’s mouth. How disgusting. But her cunt was tight and willing, and she was gorgeous so that was enough for him.