He took me to keep me quiet. Then he made me scream his name.
Kostya Baranov is an infamous assassin, a man capable of incredible savagery, but when I witnessed a mafia hit he didn’t silence me with a bullet. He decided to make me his instead.
Taken prisoner and forced to obey or feel the sting of his belt, shameful lust for my captor soon wars with fury at what he has done to me… and what he keeps doing to me with every touch.
But though he may be a beautiful devil, it is my own family’s secret which may damn us both.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 91,000 words
When he’d removed his belt, he placed it on the table beside me, allowing me to see exactly what to expect. He wanted me to cower in the anticipation of what he was about to do, another form of punishment. I was stronger than he had any clue about, capable of surviving almost anything.
Except maybe his touch.
When he yanked me further away from the edge of the table, allowing him to unfasten my shorts, I did what I could to shut down my emotions. I’d done that successfully when necessary, but this was no exercise. This was real life. A moment of raw humiliation tore through me as soon as he yanked down my shorts and panties, exposing my naked bottom. I half expected him to strip them off then rip away my tee shirt, shocked when he didn’t.
“Don’t try and fight me, Emily, or I will start over again. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you.” My reply was answered with two hard cracks of his palm against my backside, the immediate pain startling.
“I’ll ask you one last time. There won’t be a third. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes. Okay? Yes, I do.” Asshole. Dickweed. Fucking son of a bitch. The situation was hopeless, fighting him any longer out of the question. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t resilient enough. Maybe I was just numb inside, incapable of thinking clearly. I pressed my face against the fake wood, staring at the belt, trembling all over.
Not from fear of what I was about to face.
Not from worry that I couldn’t handle the pain.
From the way I’d fallen into a treacherous abyss, starved from something that no woman should ever dare allow herself to feel. I hated him for who he was and what he’d done, but even that didn’t deter the excitement that I’d experienced. God help me.
As soon as he claimed the thick piece of leather, I eased my arms to the sides, gripping the edges of the table. How could he do this to me? How? What was the point?
What would being spanked feel like? I’d never been given discipline of this nature, hadn’t even had a boyfriend that kinky in the bedroom. I was also unaccustomed to the level of passion oozing from every pore in his body. I bit back a moan as he rubbed one ass cheek then the other, concentrating on his footsteps as he backed away a few feet. The anticipation was driving me crazy, my nerves on edge. I took several deep breaths until I heard a whooshing sound.
The expectation didn’t meet the reality as the stinging sensations coursed through me, the pain not nearly as bad as I’d thought.
Until he brought the thick leather down four times in rapid succession. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin, the agony blinding. I jerked up from the table, gasping for air as tears stung my eyes. “Oh… You can’t. I…”
“You should have thought about that before you tried to escape,” he growled.
“I don’t belong here. I did nothing wrong. I have a life.”
“I have other business to attend to as well, Emily. Now, we will both have a different scenario that we never intended.”
He pressed me down again, gently rubbing the tips of his rough fingers from one side to the other. I was appalled that his touch tingled my skin in any way, but it did. He swirled his fingers around in lazy circles and I sensed he was hesitating, his breathing as ragged as mine. Then he pulled my legs further apart, before starting again.
I dug my fingers into the table, trying to keep from screaming. My entire world had just tumbled out of control. I was being spanked by an assassin.
And I didn’t even know his name.