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King’s Captive: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance by Piper Stone

First I’m going to make her pay. Then I’m going to make her my bride.

Emily Porter saw me kill a man who betrayed my family and she helped put me behind bars. But someone with my connections doesn’t stay in prison long, and she is about to learn the hard way that there is a price to pay for crossing the boss of the King dynasty. A very, very painful price…

She’s going to cry for me as I blister that beautiful bottom, then she’s going to scream for me as I ravage her over and over again, taking her in the most shameful ways she can imagine. But leaving her well-punished and well-used is just the beginning of what I have in store for Emily.

I’m going to make her my bride, and then I’m going to make her mine completely.

Publisher’s Note: King’s Captive is a stand-alone novel which is the first entry in the Merciless Kings 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: 76,000 words


He caressed my bottom with both hands as he spread my legs further apart. Just the feel of his fingers was enough to create a series of moans. I was shaking all over, tears forming in my eyes. When he shifted a single finger down the crack of my ass, I tensed, trying to keep from squealing.

“I bet you’re tight as hell,” he said, his tone dominating. So deep. So dark.

So enticing.

I tried to concentrate on the sound of his voice to abate my fears, but I couldn’t process what he was going to do.

Just take what he wanted.

Refusing to accept no for an answer.

And while the excitement remained, the fear of the unknown sent a powerful message straight to whatever rational side of my brain was left. Before I knew what I was doing, I scampered toward the head of the bed, preparing to jump off.

The husky growl booming into the room echoed in my ears. He snagged my hair, entangling his fingers in my long strands, yanking me backwards and closer to the edge of the bed. Several painful slaps against my backside were his way of reminding me to behave.

I could hear his heavy breathing as he tugged again, lifting me to the point I had to steady myself on the tips of my fingers.

“You shouldn’t have done that, little flower.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t? Oh, I assure you that you can and you will. Like I told you, every hole belongs to me.” He delivered four additional cracks in rapid succession. The pain was excruciating, the excessive heat telling me in no uncertain terms that I would be sore in the morning.

Or maybe for days.

Was that his intent, to remind me that for every misbehavior I could expect a hard spanking?

I gritted my teeth as he rolled a single finger down the crack of my ass again before sliding it into my pussy. The same ecstasy I’d felt before shot through me, but it was short-lived. He pushed the same finger between my ass cheeks, sliding just the tip inside. The feeling was uncomfortable as hell, the invasion filthy.

He refused to let go of his hold as he pushed harder, shoving against the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh… I…”

“Yes, just as tight as I knew you’d be,” he growled, inserting a second finger, thrusting both all the way inside.

The anguish was instantaneous, a ragged moan spouted off toward the heavens above. I couldn’t believe anyone actually enjoyed this. I was mortified, so damn embarrassed. There could be nothing more humiliating.

I almost laughed at the thought. Yes, I was certain there could be, especially if the bastard had his way. I held my breath to keep from screaming as the searing pain sent a crisscrossing of electric jolts tearing down the back of my legs. Several tears slipped past my lashes, ones of anger and frustration.

When he forced me to arch my back even more, I gritted my teeth, refusing to give into his tyranny. This monster would not tear through a single layer. Not one.

“Relax, little flower.”

“I can’t relax. I’ve never…” I couldn’t even finish my statement. Why the hell would he even care that I’d never done this before? He had no conscience. He had no care, certainly not about me. I was just an object to him.

He stopped pumping, taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly. “A virgin. How interesting.”

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