King of Wrath: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone

Before I knew I owed him, he’d already taken me as payment.

After a car wreck on an icy winter morning, I had no idea the man who saved my life would turn out to be the heir to a powerful mafia family… let alone that I’d be forced into marrying him.

When this mysterious stranger sought to seduce me, I should have ignored the dark passion he ignited. Instead, I begged him to claim me as he stripped me bare and whipped me with his belt.

He was as savage as I was innocent, but it was only after he made me his that I learned the truth.

He’s the head of the New York Cosa Nostra, and I belong to him now…

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Author: Piper Stone

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Length: 91,000 words

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I heard the sound of legs of a chair being scraped across the floor and assumed he’d sat down. He said nothing, almost as if he’d walked away.

I chewed on my lower lip, undulating back and forth on the table.

Then I heard another low-slung growl, the tone so ripe with emotion that it floored me. The man was famished.

As he gathered my legs into his arms, I refused to blink, longing to watch every second of the man devouring me. I fisted my hands, trying to keep my arms in place. I also wanted to touch him, to tangle my fingers in his thick hair.

He raked his fingers along the crack of my ass, teasing me by pressing a single tip against my dark hole. He was telling me without words what he planned on doing. The man was determined to claim me in every way.

Teasing me.

Tasting me.

Fucking me.

The thought excited the hell out of me.

Every move he made was possessive, but all I could concentrate on was the intensity of the sensations, the white-hot heat searing through my system. He sucked on my swollen clit then licked up and down several times.

He took his time, savoring every inch of me, using his finger in conjunction with his tongue. I couldn’t stop quivering as he kept me split wide open. He’d been right in that every feeling, every slight touch was magnified, keeping my pulse racing and my mind a fuzzy blur. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the ecstasy he was dragging me toward.

I lolled my head, trying to catch my breath as he brought me close to sweet release and I was certain he was going to back off just like he’d done before.

After pressing kisses on one inner thigh then the other, he pinched my clit. “Now, you’re going to come for me when I tell you to.”

“I don’t think…” I couldn’t come on command. There was no way.

“Yes, you will.”

He buried his head in my pussy, his animalistic sounds filtering into my ears. I was more lightheaded than before, panting like some crazed animal. All I could do was concentrate on my breathing as I was brought close. Closer…

“Come for me. Come. Now!”

I was shocked that my body responded to his command, bottle rockets of nirvana stealing my voice. I tossed my head back and forth, bucking hard as he plunged his tongue inside. The sounds he made licking up my cream were raw and filthy, heightening the pure ecstasy. I was thrown by how intense the moment felt, the live wire of electricity shooting from one part of my body to another.

When a single orgasm became a giant wave, I finally let out a ragged moan that filtered throughout the entire kitchen. But there was no time to relax and recover, no rest for the weary.

The predator was hungry for more.

And there was nothing I could do.