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The contract made me his for six months. He made me his forever.
I knew I was in trouble the moment Gregory Steele called me into his office, but I wasn’t expecting to end up stripped bare and bent over his desk for a painful lesson from his belt.
Taking a little bit of money here and there might have gone unnoticed in another organization, but stealing from one of the most powerful mafia bosses on the West Coast has consequences.
It doesn’t matter why I did it. The only thing that matters now is what he’s going to do to me.
I have no doubt he will use me shamefully, but he didn’t make me sign that contract just to show me off with my cheeks blushing and my bottom sore under the scandalous outfit he chose for me.
Now that I’m his, he plans to keep me.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 77,000 words
Excerpt
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, every nerve standing on end.
“Because I can. I take what I want.”
“Such arrogance, Gregory, which is a tremendous shame. By contract you can take what you want, but that doesn’t mean I’ll enjoy it.”
“Your body tells me otherwise.” He slipped his finger just under the material, moving it back and forth across my hardened bud. He lowered his head, able to release my breast from the silky material. The growl coming from his chest was guttural, animalistic in nature.
I pressed my fingers against the cold, hard steel as he dragged the tip of his tongue around my nipple several times. As he crawled his hand down the side of my leg, slipping his fingers under the long slit on the dress, I closed my eyes, trying to push away the raw excitement.
“So wet for me. So hot,” he whispered in a husky tone before biting down on my nipple. Pain washed through me, igniting every cell in my body.
I was floored at my body’s reaction, another utter betrayal. I bit back a cry, finally pressing the palm of my hand against his chest.
“I’m going to take you in every hole, punish you in brutal ways, and there is no doubt you’ll beg me for more.”
The ping of the elevator interrupted his moment of seduction, but for a brief second, I was able to see just a hint of vulnerability.
And for some crazy reason, I wanted to see more.
I could hear music, could feel an amazing breeze. We’d arrived at the party. Instead of guiding me immediately to the festivities, he kept my hand in his until he found what he was looking for.
The women’s bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he pushed me inside, my heels tapping on the marble floor. I could immediately see the curious faces of several women, their eyes locking on Gregory.
“Exactly what I promised. Checking.” He stood over me, backing me toward the counter.
“But we’re not alone,” I managed, keeping my voice low.
“Excuse me, ladies, but you won’t mind if I check to see if my very mischievous date has followed my orders. Now will you?”
I couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. A rush of emotions flowed into me, the dichotomy of feeling filthy and kinky mixing with guilt and shame.
“Not at all,” one of the women purred.
“It’s your party, Mr. Steele,” another said, half laughing. I shot her a look and seeing the hunger in her eyes was disgusting.
The air around me seemed stagnant, my throat tightening. Stars even floated in front of my eyes. Perhaps the entire situation had finally taken hold, the ugliness of what I would endure for the next few months ripping through my mind.
“I strongly suggest you obey or there won’t be a single person at this illustrious party who won’t see you being punished.” Gregory inhaled, a smile crossing his face as if savoring the sweetest of scents.
My scent.
