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Debt of Loyalty: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone

A drug lord took her captive. I took her back… and I’m not giving her up.

After she was kidnapped in broad daylight, I was hired to bring Willow Cavanaugh home, but as the daughter of a wealthy family she’s used to getting what she wants rather than taking orders.

Too bad.

She’ll do as she’s told or she’ll earn herself a stern, shameful reminder of who is in charge, but it will take more than just a well-spanked bare bottom to truly tame this feisty little rich girl.

She’ll learn her place over my knee, but it’s in my bed that I’ll make her mine.


Publisher’s Note: Debt of Loyalty is a stand-alone novel which is the second entry in the Eagle Force 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: 84,000 words


When he pressed his fingers against the small of my back, pushing me over the table then kicking my legs apart, several scattered moans rushed up from the depths of my being. Very slowly he rolled a finger down the crack of my ass, continuing to keep a firm hold on the strap.

“You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you, Willow?”


“Do you know what bad girls deserve?”

I swallowed several times, excitement tearing through me like a firestorm. “No, sir.” The word came easily, naturally, as if I’d been submitting to him for months if not years.

“They get fucked in the ass.” He shoved the tip of his finger into my dark hole, shifting it up and down as my muscles clamped down around his long digit. “Over and over again.”

The thought was shameful, another dirty moment of taking me to my limits. I arched my back in an offering, pressing up from the table and spreading my legs even wider.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asked in a low, rough voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then tell me you want it.”

I only hesitated for a few seconds before spewing the words, another jolt of electricity soaring.

“Fuck me in the ass. Please. Drive your cock deep inside.”

He smacked my bottom with his hand several times, the threshold of pain keeping the ache to a minimum. I undulated back and forth and within seconds, he realized I was even hungrier than before.

“Yes, a very naughty girl.” After issuing several hard slaps on one side of my bottom then the other, he dipped his fingers into my pussy, pumping several times them shoving them into my asshole.

“Oh, fuck.” The pain was biting, driving me into a surreal moment. I couldn’t catch my breath, the belt adding to the rush of adrenaline. I’d never been this turned on, incapable of getting away, the anticipation of what he was about to do slamming against every boundary.

Viper thrust hard and fast, flexing his fingers open, forcing my muscles to yield to his power. I continued shifting back and forth, the friction from the edge of the table pressed against my clit driving me into another orgasm.

“Oh, fuck.” The words escaped again as the climax rumbled in my system, my heated core exploding.

“Yes, this is exactly what you need every day.” He removed his fingers, smacking me long and hard for at least thirty seconds. Then he placed the tip of his cock at my dark hole, hesitating only a few seconds before pushing his cockhead inside. As he gripped my hip with one hand, I could tell he was winding the end of the belt around the other.

I braced myself, gasping for air until he drove the entire length inside. There was no way to describe the rush in my mind or the way the anguish melted into utter bliss. I was shocked how insanely amazing it felt to have him fully seated inside. As my muscles stretched, all I could concentrate on was the sound of his heavy breathing.

Exhaling, he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again.

And again.

There was something so freeing about this, as if he’d claimed every part of me, marking me as his own. When he plunged in several times, I met every brutal thrust, pushing hard against the table. He tightened the belt again, the hold savage. As he developed a rhythm, I was driven straight into pure ecstasy, no longer able to think about anything.