Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
He didn’t ask me to be his bride. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I’ve been on the run from Constantine Thorne since I saw him kill a man nine years ago, but when he finally caught up with me he offered me a deal. Marry him and he will keep me safe.
I didn’t realize he was the monster I’d feared until I was already his bride.
He’s a brutal, heartless mafia boss and I wanted to hate the bastard, but with every stinging lash of his belt and every moment of helplessly intense passion, I fell deeper into the dark abyss.
He’s the king of cruelty, and now I’m his queen.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 93,800 words
Excerpt
“You crave pain.”
How was I supposed to answer that? “I… don’t know.”
“Yes, my little pain slut. I adore that about you.” He continued the spanking, taking his time making certain he’d covered every inch of my bottom with his brutal slaps. When he drove his hand between my legs again, his long finger finding my tight channel, I almost fell backward.
“Fuck, you’re wet and hot,” he muttered as he added a second then third finger, driving into me with so much force my entire body was jarred.
“Yes.” How could I deny it? I was crazed from his touch, arching my back and jutting my hips toward him like a wanton girl without any inhibitions. He’d made me this way. He’d broken down far too many of my defenses.
“But you’re still a wicked woman in need of taming.” As he pulled his hand away from my intense wetness, my gasp filtered into the air around us. Dear God, I was going to come without any additional stimulation.
My mind remained a blur even when he slid his fingers all the way down the crack of my ass. I wasn’t certain I could handle him claiming my dark hole again, but I knew I didn’t have a choice.
“I’m going to spank you at least once every day,” he stated, the sound more guttural than before. “And I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He thrust his entire cock deep inside my pussy, the savagery of his actions searing every nerve ending.
I was crushed against the wall by his weight, my breath stolen, and as I wiggled, his shaft was driven in deeper. Every time he fucked me, my world seemed to turn upside down. There was no right or wrong, no sense of understanding how I could crave such a ruthless man, but did it really matter any longer?
He pulled out, slamming into me again.
And again.
I fisted my hands, longing to see the expression on his face. Every sound he made sizzled the fire burning between us, evoking wild emotions. When he pulled out again, he slapped his cock against my bruised backside, his growls more animalistic. Then he pressed the tip against my asshole, pushing until it was just inside.
“I love fucking your tight hole.” He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin then driving inside.
As I’d done before, I threw my head back, shaking all over as I squealed from a brief hint of pain as well as exhilaration. He nipped my shoulder, his carnal sounds floating around me, hugging me tight as he pulled out again.
Then he lifted me up by a few inches, rocking forward, the angle entirely different. I slapped the wall, trying to catch my breath as he fucked me like the brutal man he was. The anguish had disappeared, replaced with utter bliss. I could have never guessed how much I craved something I’d thought forbidden, my mind blown by the wild ride he’d forced me on.
There was nothing gentle about the man, but I’d experienced moments of tenderness. Not now. This was nothing more than another round of punishment for my continued disobedience. He wanted me docile, prepared to surrender in every way.
A part of me wanted to scream ‘no,’ refusing to allow his control. But another part remained elated, drifting closer to raw ecstasy. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t prepared to enjoy his rough actions, or the way my entire body responded every single time. The crackle of electricity was powerful, pushing me into the sweetest nirvana.
Constantine jerked me away from the wall, sliding one hand around my hips, flicking the tip of his finger across my clit.
That was all I could take, the pressure from the extreme desire, the way my body responded to him sizzling my very core. As an orgasm ripped through me, the ragged moan pushing up from my throat filled the dense space.
