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Broken by His Hand: A Dark Billionaire Romance by Piper Stone

She will be mine, but first she must be broken.

Sophia Russo tried to keep away from me, but just thinking about what I would do to her left her panties drenched. She tried to hide it, but I didn’t let her. I tore those soaked panties off, spanked her bare little bottom until she had no doubt who owns her, and then took her long and hard.

She begged and screamed as she came for me over and over, but she didn’t learn her lesson…

She didn’t just come back for more. She thought she could disobey me and get away with it.

This time I’m not just going to punish her. I’m going to break her.

 

Publisher’s Note: Broken by His Hand is a stand-alone novel which is the second entry in the Club Darkness series. It 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: 76,300 words

Excerpt

I should have known he’d have a collection of butt plugs and other horrible implements stored in his cabinet. For about a dozen reasons, the aversion turned into repulsion, but more because my mind couldn’t get over the inkling that he’d done this to several women before. Maybe dozens. How would I know? My thoughts drifted to everything Clarissa had said. He was private, refusing to enjoy arm candy. Could I learn to trust him?

I bit back any sound as he approached, the bright red plug like something out of a horror movie.

“While I would normally use lubricant, the fact your beautiful bottom leaks my cum means it will be slick enough,” he said with a smile on his face.

He was going to force me to keep his cum inside me.

Dirty girl. Dirty girl. Dirty girl.

A wave of apprehension as well as embarrassment rushed through me. Why? Because it sounded filthy and delicious, as if we were keeping a little secret just between us.

“I’ve never… I mean I don’t…” Why were the words so difficult to say? I was a highly educated, intelligent woman who was having difficulty putting coherent sentences together. That was ridiculous.

“You’ll learn and your training needs to start somewhere.”

He said the words so casually, as if it had already been determined that I would surrender to him. As he approached, I had the opportunity to get off the desk, to refuse to abide by his rules.

But I didn’t.

“Spread your ass cheeks for me, Sophia. Wide open, please.”

I found myself reaching behind me, doing exactly as he commanded, prying apart my bottom and exposing my asshole. I was trembling even more than before, certain that someone would come bolting through his door, humiliating me even more.

He moved in between my legs, taking his time and sliding the damn rubber piece down my spine before slipping the tip against my asshole. “Relax as you did before.”

I wanted to retort, to scream at him that he had no idea what he was talking about, but I remained quiet, gritting my teeth. The feel as the rubber was pushed inside forced a whimper. This was so far out of my comfort range, my entire mind finding it difficult to wrap around what was happening.

The pressure was intense, a wash of pain floating through me, but as my muscles began to accept, the sensations died down.

“Excellent.” Michael caressed my bottom, even dragging his fingers down the inside of one of my legs. “You’re going to wear the training instrument until I say otherwise. Is that clear?”

“Yes. Sir.” I heard a new wave of rebellion in my voice. He was testing me much like I’d pushed him.

“Good girl.” As he eased me off the desk, pulling me into his arms, his look of carnal desire was even darker than before. “We’re going to exchange phone numbers, Sophia. I will text you at times to ensure that you’re following the rules. If I command you to do something, you will, certainly within the confines of your profession.”

There was a sparkle in his eyes. The man was without a doubt a master manipulator. “Why, yes, sir.”

He seemed surprised by my answer, a wry smile forming on his face. “Make no mistake, Sophia. Now, I own you.”

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