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Debt of Sacrifice: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone

One look at her photograph convinced me to take the mission… and to take her for myself.

When she witnessed a murder, it put Greer McDuff on a brutal cartel’s radar… and on mine.

As a former Navy SEAL now serving with the elite Eagle Force, my assignment is to protect her by any means necessary. If that requires a stern reminder of who is in charge with her bottom bare over my knee and then an even more shameful lesson in my bed, then that’s what she’ll get.

There’s just one problem.

The only place I know I can keep her safe is the ranch I left behind and vowed never to return.

 

Publisher’s Note: Debt of Sacrifice is a stand-alone novel which is the third 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

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 80,000 words

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I started laughing until he pulled my legs apart. Another dose of cold reality slammed into my system.

“I think twenty will do for tonight.”

The whimper was full of anxiety.

“Our food is getting cold,” I said, although at this moment the only thing I hungered for was his thick cock.

“It’ll be just as succulent when I’m finished with you.”

Why did he make every word sound like a dark promise, a sinful invitation?

I hadn’t been prepared for the burst of pain but as he brought the belt across my buttocks, I was jarred at first by the sound. Then anguish burst into my system, pushing me to the brink of what I could tolerate.

“Oh, God!”

“He ain’t gonna help you. Only you can learn to become an obedient woman.”

If he really believed the level of shit erupting from his mouth, then he really was some crazed Viking, suddenly appearing in the present. I didn’t have time for a snippy retort before he peppered my ass cheeks with three more. I could swear each one was harder than the one before.

“You’re a son… of… a… bitch,” I barely managed to say, the agony stealing everything from my vision to my breath.

“Keep going and you’ll earn yourself a few extra strikes just because of your mouth.”

I kicked out my legs, finally bending my knees. His growl floated into my ears as he yanked one leg then the other down to the bed. Why was it that everything the man did was rough?

“You know I might break.” My muttering sounds wouldn’t matter. As he swirled his fingers around my already aching bottom, I wasn’t repulsed by the scent of my pussy floating up like a beacon of sin even though I should be.

“Doubtful.” He resumed the spanking, taking his time before issuing one strike after another.

I wiggled and moaned but knew there was nothing I could do about it. He’d managed to get himself fully in control.

As he smacked me three more times, I fell into a lull that surprised me once again; the anguish that had been so ripe, tearing through me like a wildfire was now entirely different. Was it remotely possible I was enjoying this harsh discipline given by a rough and tumble man? If the way my nipples continued to ache, my breasts swollen with need was any indication, then yes.

When I let out a sharp cry, he growled twice, backing away once again. By the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?”

“Because we can’t have others hearing you scream, and I assure you, sweetheart, you’re going to attempt to scream out my name.”