First he swept me off my feet. Then he made me his possession.
After I was left at the altar, I turned what was meant to be the reception into an epic party. But when a handsome stranger asked me to dance, I wasn’t prepared for the passion he ignited.
He told me he was a very bad man, but that only made my heart race faster as I lay bare and bound, my dress discarded and my bottom sore from a spanking, waiting for him to ravage me.
It was supposed to be just one night. No strings. Nothing to entangle me in his dangerous world.
But that was before I became his beautiful obsession…
Author: Piper Stone
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Length: 89,000 words
He continued caressing me for several more seconds, pushing me into a beautiful lull as his cock throbbed deep inside my pussy. Then he pulled out, slowly pushing his cockhead against my darkened hole.
I stiffened, still clawing at the bedding. When he murmured several words in Russian, his voice soothing, I licked my lips as the anticipation continued to build. As he pressed the tip just inside, I threw my head back, my ragged whimpers floating between us. I could sense the heat of his constant need, yet he kept his promise, guiding his cock into my forbidden hole an inch at a time.
Discomfort had turned into a hint of pain, but almost immediately the warmth of tickling sensations turned into a wave of pleasure. I was shocked how full I felt, how the nerve endings responded from the intense stimulation.
“So tight. That’s it, my beautiful lioness, breathe for me.”
I adored the sound of his voice, the deep timbre further igniting the blazing passion we shared. How any man could be this incredible was beyond me. When he pulled out, thrusting the entire length in once again, I realized I’d arched my back, pushing up in order to meet his hard plunge.
He chuckled his reaction, repeating the move several times, finally developing an incredible rhythm. As his actions became rougher, I pushed back against him, stretching my muscles. He wrapped his hand around my hair as he rocked his hips forward, slamming into me. Nothing had ever felt as fulfilling.
My mind still in fragmented pieces, I kept my eyes closed even as pulses of light danced through the shadows.
I was lost in the moment, uncertain how long he’d been fucking me, my breathing ragged as my heart pounded against my chest. Every muscle screamed from exhaustion, my hands slipping from perspiration. Yet he continued, every sound he made a reminder that he’d wanted me to fuck a monster.
When his body began to jerk uncontrollably, I shoved my hips back, squeezing my muscles. The sound of his primal roar filled my ears, the deep rumble skittering across my skin. I was still burning from his touch, my heart racing. He’d left me breathless, sated, and tingling all over.
As he murmured several other words in Russian, I was thrown by how soothing they’d become. There were so many unanswered questions, the prosecutor in me hovering just below the surface, trying to claw her way out.
But the other side of me, the woman who’d just had the best sex of her life wanted to keep the moment very private.
And so it had been decided. That’s exactly what I would do.
Very slowly, he eased me to the bed, breathing across my neck. When he threw his arm around me, I could still feel the pulse of his cock. I couldn’t understand why a man I didn’t know had awakened the passion I’d hungered for my entire adult life. In truth, he’d stripped me of every inhibition and if I dared spend another few hours with him, I knew he’d shatter me into a million pieces.
And I didn’t even know his name.