I’m his captive. He’s my darkest fantasy.
When I met Phoenix Diamonds, I didn’t know anything about him except that he had a body carved from stone and a voice that left me hoping he’d order me to strip just so I could obey.
By the time I learned he’s the head of a Greek crime syndicate intent on making me pay for the sins of my father, he’d already mastered me with his touch alone, belted my bare ass for daring to come without permission, and ravaged me thoroughly both that night and the next morning.
All I can do is try to pretend he isn’t everything I’ve always fantasized about…
But I think he knows already.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 89,800 words
Then he yanked me onto all fours, jerking the pillow away. He took his time crawling onto the bed, positioning himself behind me. As he wrapped his hand around my long curls, he seemed pleased with himself, or maybe the reflection in the window skewed his cruel smile. That was the moment a hint of fear crawled into my system. I had no reason to be afraid of him. He hadn’t done or said a single thing to lead me to believe our encounter was anything other than a random meeting.
I had no time to mull over the possibilities, the feel of his thick cock pressed against my aching backside shifting apprehension into another wave of excitement. There was no pretense this was meant to be a romance, which allowed him to thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside.
My muscles strained to accept his thick girth, my chest rising and falling as I attempted to control my breathing. Almost immediately pressure started to build, my mind whirring with thoughts and possibilities. We were two adults, sharing the company of each other and nothing more. When I closed my eyes, he yanked on my back, pulling me into a deeper arc.
“Look at me, omorfiá,” he huffed. “Never take your eyes off me.” As he whispered other words in his native tongue, I finally realized he was Greek through and through. The thought was riveting, making the moment that much hotter.
He pulled almost all the way out, plunging into me again. I clawed the bedding, doing my best to obey him. His reflection appeared much larger in the clear glass, looming over me as if he’d become my master. I had no reason to think that way, no desire to surrender to anyone on a permanent basis.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered, the sound sending another thrill through me. As he rocked my body, developing an incredible rhythm, I pushed back against him. His expression hardened and even through the glass, I could tell the color of his eyes had changed, becoming darker.
My pussy muscles clamped and released, pulling him in even deeper. His thrusts became more brutal, the coil of his tense stomach pushing against my heated bottom. He dug the fingers of his other hand into my hip, the sound of his heavy breathing floating between us. I was driven into another moment of rapture, breathless wonderment keeping me close to the beautiful edge.
I was surprised when he wrapped his body over mine, the weight of his massive frame instantly shadowing mine. He slipped his hand from my hair to the back of my neck, squeezing with enough pressure my eyes opened wide. It was another moment of realizing how vulnerable I was with him, his strong hands capable of crushing my windpipe.
“Does that feel good, my sweet baby? Do you like the way I fill your sweet pussy completely?”
I nodded, holding back a moan, sensing frustration building within him. He jerked out the gag then nuzzled against my ear, nipping my earlobe. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.” He pulsed in and out, his actions far too tender for the man I already knew him to be.
“No,” I hissed. “Hard. Rough. Fuck me raw.”