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Cruelest Vow: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone

He was my forbidden fantasy. Then he came for me…

D’Artagnan Conti was born into poverty, raised to be a soldier in my father’s savage regime. I grew up in luxury, longing to escape my family’s cruel machinations, and the young man with sapphire eyes and the voice of an angel became not just my forbidden crush but my everything.

Then he was taken from me, killed in a brutal attack by our enemies. Or so I was led to believe…

For twenty years I did my best to forget him, until a devilishly handsome stranger awakened my desire in a way that I hadn’t thought possible, baring my body and soul and setting them both ablaze with passion so intense it burns hotter than the lash of leather across my naked backside.

Every taste of his lips, every whisper in my ear, and every quivering climax pulled me deeper into this dark, twisted rapture, and only when I was already under his spell did I learn the truth.

The man I thought I’d lost is the one who has made me his.

Publisher’s Note: Cruelest Vow is a stand-alone novel which is the first entry in the Tainted Regime series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

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Length: 85,000 words


“This is exactly what happens to girls who disobey their masters.” I brought the spoon down four more times, moving from one side of her buttocks to the other.

Her squeals filled the kitchen, but she leaned further over the counter, the damning invitation one I couldn’t resist. I brought the wooden implement down several times, the sadist inside of me enjoying the color warming both her cheeks and her bottom. Every moan dripping from her lush lips, every breathless sound pushed me further into a moment of peace. That would seem strange to anyone else, but I had a feeling if I mentioned it to Lucia, she’d completely understand. We’d been born of the same cloth, sequestered in similar prisons.

And we both had wanted nothing more than to break free.

When my shaft was aching to the point of pain, I took a deep breath, her essence of desire more powerful to my psyche than before. I was almost blinded from a desire I’d shoved aside, pretending as if I didn’t care. I shoved the handle between her legs, rubbing it up and down her wet pussy exactly as I’d done with my fingers before.

I could live and die on the soft mews, the visible shudder of her body. She gripped the edge of the counter, throwing her head back. Her pursed lips were meant to surround my cockhead, sucking until I elected to come down her throat. She could have no idea how much she affected me, the strength of her resolve boosting mine. I was raw with need, my balls swelling.

As she bucked against the spoon, indulging in the filthy act, my insatiable desire could no longer be contained. I slipped my hand under her leg, placing her knee on the counter. She arched her back, closing her eyes, and the soft moans turned into ragged breaths as I thrust my cock inside her sweet pussy.

“Jesus,” I muttered, electric shocks pulsing through every tendon as her muscles clamped around the thick invasion. She was so tight, so wet that the feeling of being inside of her took my breath away.

“You’re amazing.”

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I pumped several times, coating my cock with her juices, keeping my firm hold on her leg. The second I pulled out, slipping the tip against her dark hole, her entire body tensed. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” As I pushed my cockhead further inside, a twisted thought bore into the back of my mind.

She had her very own monster.

I closed my eyes, driving the entire length deep into the softness of her muscles, invigorated by her slight cries. She writhed in my hold, pushing up from the counter, her breathless whispers in Italian driving my hunger to a frenzied point.

I’d waited so long for a single taste of her. I’d yearned to see the deep amethyst of her eyes boring into mine when I’d claimed her the first time. Instead, I’d fucked her in the shadows. No longer. Whether she understood it now or not, she’d become mine.

I thrust into her long and hard, more brutal than I’d been before. Her skin shimmered, so beautiful that watching her had awakened the soulless man. I lost myself in her just as I’d done before, the sensations infused with rocket fuel. When I lowered my head, raking my teeth over the nape of her neck, she arched her back even more. I bit down, rewarded with the wondrous sound of her scattered moans.

And I kept fucking her, refusing to let go. She took every brutal thrust, her exaggerated moans matching the growls coming from deep within my chest.

Finally, the ache in my balls couldn’t hold back any longer. As I erupted, I hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of my ejaculation. I filled her with my seed, my thoughts drifting to her unusual request.


Yes. I would marry her.

For with every kingdom, a king must take a queen.