Punishing Little Red Riding Hood (Dark BDSM Fairy Tales Erotica) (Twisted Tales Book 9)

“You seek refuge, but I’m afraid you will find no help here, only pain.”

In her haste to reach her grandmother’s house, innocent Little Red has taken the path less traveled, that which runs into very deepest and darkest recesses of the woods. She has heard the tales of wolves wearing the skin of men, but does not believe it until one emerges right before her eyes.

But there is more to the Wolf than Little Red realizes. He only wishes to mate with her, to drive her into submission. The house of the woodsmen she is to encounter later will bring far more sinister consequences…

Please note: This dark retelling of Little Red Riding Hood contains themes of horror, strong bondage, defloration, flogging, A2M and more. It is strictly for fans of dark, explicit hardcore erotica only.

All characters over 18 and not related by blood.

From the top 100, best-selling author of the controversial Cruel Devices series, J D Cirque.

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EXCERPT
I’m so busy watching the woods I do not see the dark figure standing in the middle of the path. I crash into him, my basket spilling its contents. He stoops to help me gather my things. I look to his face and, while it is human, his eyes reek of the supernatural.
I stand, shaking, nibbling on my lower lip. I can hear a light rain beginning to fall on leaves above, but so thick is the canopy my cape and hood remain dry.
“Red,” the stranger says, standing before me, “the color of fire and blood.”
The way he says ‘blood’ drives a pike of fear directly into the depths of my stomach.
“A beautiful garment for a beautiful maiden.”
I cannot stop myself looking into his eyes. Against my will they draw my gaze. There is something… different about them. You want to appease this man, a voice in my head tells me. You must please him.
He gives off a curious scent, a distinct animal odor that flares my nostrils and quells my fear.
I realize I don’t know how to please a man, not like that.
I will show you.
“What is it you want?” I ask.
He smiles. “Why, to sample of your pretty little ____, my dear.”