To them she is just a pawn. To me she is everything.
Her brother made me swear to take care of her if anything happened to him, but that’s not the reason I threw Sophie Locke over my shoulder and spanked her in the backseat of my limo.
She’s locked in her bedroom at my estate because I promised to keep her safe, but she’s bare, bound, and blushing because she needs to learn that a mafia boss like me expects to be obeyed.
My best friend’s little sister shouldn’t be naked, wet, and waiting for me to claim her in the most shameful ways imaginable, but we both know she’ll be screaming my name soon enough.
She thinks I’m the enemy, but I’m going to make this captured pawn my queen.
Author: Livia Grant
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 52,000 words
The damn T-shirt had ridden up and the jerk had the nerve to palm the cheeks of my ass, as if admiring the marks he’d left behind from the spanking in the gazebo. That he was ogling and manhandling me was bad enough, but when Nick moved his hands down to grab my hips and yank my bottom up into the air until I was kneeling, I couldn’t help but squeal.
I tried my best to get free, but he was sitting on my feet. As I flailed, he spanked my ass in a fast volley, warning me to “Settle down.”
Thank God my face was buried in the pillow so he couldn’t see the heat flashing across my cheeks as I felt a cold dribble of wetness… not in my pussy… on my… I couldn’t even think it, let alone acknowledge it. He was looking at… touching… my…
“Oh! No! You can’t!” I screamed as I felt the cold hard end of what I prayed was the smallest glass plug as it brushed against my private pucker.
“Oh, baby, I can, and I will. Now take your punishment.”
The humiliation of having a man—and not just any man, but Nick Fucking Knight—looking at and touching my most private body part was a thousand times worse than the spanking. For a moment, I prayed the earth would open up and swallow me whole, just so I’d never have to look the man in the face ever again.
I did my best to buck my hips and get away, but he was too strong. The harder I wiggled, the more he pressed the tip of the plug against my hole until I felt the sting of my anus stretching.
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“Excellent. Punishments are supposed to hurt.”
For what seemed like hours but was probably more like a minute or two, he taunted me with that damn glass, pushing it in enough to make it hurt before pulling it out for a brief respite. It was as the previously cool lube he’d applied started to really warm up that he decided to take things to the next level.
One minute I’d exhaled with relief that the assault had ended, and the next, he shoved the whole damn thing deep inside me in one hard push.
My scream had to have woken up the whole house when the flash of sharp pain hit me just as the plug was seated to the hilt.
“Take it out! Take it out!” I shouted, but the only response I got was Nick’s hands palming my warm butt cheeks. From his position, I knew he was sitting there, inches away from my ass, admiring all of his handy torture work.
A wave of shame and embarrassment made me want to bury my head under the pillow when I realized he also had a front row seat to view how wet my pussy had become. The sting of tears was back, only this time I was pretty sure they were tears of humiliation, not grief, at how my traitorous body had responded to his heavy-handed ways.
Only the increasing heat in my ass could take my mind off the growing pulsing of my pussy. “Something’s wrong. It burns.” I heard the panic in my own voice.
“That means everything is just right.”
“I don’t understand. I’ve never had anything… I mean no one has ever…”
“Ah, perfect. An anal virgin. All the better.”
Better for who?
“I mean it, Nick. Something is wrong. It hurts!”
“Naughty girls get plugged with heat cream for lube. Don’t worry, it’ll start to cool down in an hour or so.”