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King of Pain: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone

My vows didn’t make me his. My body did.

Diego Santos may be wealthy, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous, but his slick veneer doesn’t fool me. I know his true nature, and I had planned to end this arranged marriage before it even began.

But it wasn’t Diego waiting for me at the altar.

By all appearances the man who laid claim to me was the mafia heir to whom I’d been promised, but I sensed an entirely different personality, one so electrifying I was swept up by his passion.

A part of me still wanted to escape, but then he took me in his arms and over his knee, laying my deepest, darkest needs bare and then fulfilling them in the most shameful ways imaginable.

Now I’m not just his bride. I’m his completely.

Publisher’s Note: King of Pain is a stand-alone novel which is the third entry in the Kings of Corruption 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: 83,400 words


Diego rolled his fingers down my spine before pulling my hair to the side. I heard him take a deep breath as when I moved, determined to get the hell away from him, he pressed down on the small of my back, crowding over me with his full weight.

“I don’t think you want to do that, my lovely creature. Your punishment will be that much worse.”

“Fuck you,” I spouted off, digging my nails into the smooth leather. If I didn’t fight him now, I’d fall under his spell, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. We weren’t friends or lovers. Just two enemies forced to endure each other.

“Soon, baby girl. Soon. Penance first before pleasure. Always. El placer es un regalo.”

Pleasure is a gift. If that was the case, gutting him would be a prize.

As soon as he took a step back, I was prepared to bolt but he was faster, bringing the belt down twice without hesitation. Agony blasted through me, sucking my breath from my body. Tears immediately formed in my eyes, but I refused to give in to his tyranny or his control. That would never happen. He could spank me every day, issuing whatever form of punishment he wanted, but he would never be able to break down my defenses.

And he would never steal my heart.

The fact I’d even thought that was ridiculous. He was a monster, a man who killed for a living. Was that any different than my father’s world? My father was considered the most powerful man in Hollywood, capable of making or breaking a career in an instant. But he’d taken it too far, his enemies suddenly disappearing. That was exactly what happened under Xavier Santos’ reign, an empire he’d just turned over to his son the moment I said ‘I do.’

As the crack of his wrist brought a whooshing sound, I clenched my eyes shut, loathing the fact a single tear had managed to escape, trickling down my cheek and dropping ever so slowly to the couch. I had to endure this for a little while, even pretending I was compliant, but that wasn’t in my nature.

Diego took another deep breath, daring to caress my already aching bottom. “I do so love the color red on you, Carina. And I will adore the marks I’ll place on your sexy little body.”

The man was twisted, although the lingering thought that he wasn’t the right man remained in my mind. I’d heard about Diego’s reputation, his sick need for an entirely different kind of control in the bedroom. Sadistic was a tame word for what women were forced to endure, his reputation suggesting his proclivities were extreme.

As the belt was brought down four times in rapid succession, I couldn’t control my body in pain any more than I’d been able to in passion. I kicked out, lurching up from the couch, a strangled whimper escaping.

“You’re such a bastard,” I hissed.

“Yes, but if you learn to obey my rules and never attempt to end my life again, things will go easier for you.” He laughed, the sound penetrating my eardrums. He really believed he could keep me on a leash. He would soon learn what I was made of.

His exhale was exaggerated, and he cracked the thick leather again, smacking me three times across the sit spot, twice on my upper thighs. The anguish was maddening but the fact I was wet, pussy juice trickling past my swollen lips was horrifying.

“Your pussy is glistening, Carina. Are you excited?