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Bratva’s Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone

I warned her to stay away from me. She should have listened.

I told Chloe Kingstrom that getting close to me would be dangerous, and she should keep her distance. The moment she disobeyed and followed me into that bar, she became mine.

Now my enemies are after her, but it’s not what they would do to her she should worry about.

It’s what I’m going to do to her.

My belt across her bare backside will teach her obedience, but what comes after will be different.

She’s going to blush, beg, and scream with every climax as she’s ravaged more thoroughly than she can imagine. Then I’m going to flip her over and claim her in an even more shameful way.

If she’s a good girl, I might even let her enjoy it.

Publisher’s Note: Bratva’s Captive includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 72,000 words


When I felt the push of his cockhead against my pussy lips, I closed my eyes, gasping the moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.

“Oh, God…” I couldn’t hold back the whimper as my muscles strained to accept the thick invasion. He was huge, filling me completely. I was shocked at the myriad sensations rolling through me, my heart racing to the point my throat was tight. I tried to think clearly but it was no use. He had a power over me that I couldn’t deny, the crazy urges that embroiled every cell and muscle primal. He was so dominant, refusing to take no for an answer.

Growling, he dug his fingers into my hip, keeping the other firmly clamped around my hair. “So tight and hot.” He pulled almost all the way out, slamming into my pussy again, the force shoving me forward.

He was brutal in his actions, driving hard and fast, taking exactly what he wanted.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Moans slipped up from my throat, the savagery of what he was doing shoving me into a sublime state. Within seconds, I could tell he was shoving me close to an orgasm. I didn’t want to show any level of excitement, to allow him to think he’d gotten the better of me.

But there was no stopping my body’s wretched treachery. When my muscles stiffened, he slowed his actions, grinding his hips back and forth.

“See how your body reacts, the hunger burning deep inside of you? Do you want to come, malen’kiy brat?”

I refused to answer or even nod, doing everything I could to keep my mouth shut. Then the sensations became explosive. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Nikolai pounded into me again, the sound of skin slapping against skin floating into the air around us. His growls were husky, filthy words whispered in Russian. I was drawn into his darkness, allowing myself to enjoy the sinful moment.

How could I?

I fell into a moment of euphoria as the single climax shifted into a second, the splash of electricity shooting down the backs of my legs. “Oh… Yes. Yes…” I wiggled and shifted, meeting every hard thrust with one of my own.

All time seemed to stand still as he fucked me long and hard, plunging in deep, even strokes. Stars in twinkling colors floated across my eyes, their vibrant dancing beautiful. When he finally let go of my hair, I dropped my head, gasping for air.

“The other thing that happens to bad girls in Russia. They get fucked in the ass.”

I wasn’t prepared when he pulled out, placing the tip against my dark hole.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” My scream was cut short the second he pushed his cock inside, hitting then blowing past the tight ring of muscle. The pain was instant and blinding, pushing me to the very edge of my sanity.

There was something so carnal about his actions, even more so than before. A beast had erupted, driving whatever soulless man he’d been before to the surface. There was no sign of the beloved professor any longer, only a true savage hell bent on claiming what he believed belonged to him.

As if he had any right.

As if I’d never be freed.

The thrusts were long and brutal and just as I knew he was close to coming, I heard the deep rumble of his voice one more time, the words haunting.

“Now, you belong to me.”

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