I didn’t ask her to be mine. I told her she already was.
Julieta Morales hoped to escape an unwanted marriage, but the moment she got into my car her fate was sealed. She will have a husband, but it won’t be the cartel boss her father chose for her.
It will be me.
But I’m not the kind of man who takes his bride gently amid rose petals on her wedding night. She’ll learn to satisfy her King’s demands with her bottom burning and her hair held in my fist.
She’ll promise obedience when she speaks her vows, but she’ll be mastered long before then.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 74,000 words
He continued the spanking, shifting into a perfect rhythm, one coming after the other until I lost count. I was shaken, the pain rushing into anguish, the heat on my bottom increasing by the second. Beads of perspiration appeared across my brow and upper lip, electricity erupting in every cell and muscle.
This was so damn humiliating, especially given I was wet, my pussy juice slickening my inner thighs. I couldn’t stand myself, the realization even more mortifying than the act itself. All I wanted to do was get through this. There would be a chance to secure a weapon. Then I wouldn’t miss the second time. I’d cut him into little ribbons. The thought actually gave me a smile as he slapped the brush against my upper thighs.
“Oh, God. Oh…” The words let my mouth involuntarily, pissing me off even more.
Dante hesitated, once again grinding his jeans across my aching and bruised bottom. “You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you.”
“Proud?” I spat, instantly regretting my outburst. “You’re such a horrible man. I will hate you until the end of time.”
“I’m sure you will. That’s just fine with me, Julieta. This isn’t a marriage made in heaven after all.”
How could a man spout off those words? How could he be so cold and indifferent? There wasn’t an easy way to answer the questions. Besides, why should I care?
I glared at him with all the venom I could muster, especially when he stopped the round of punishment, caressing my ass cheeks in a loving manner. The sensations of the rough pads of his fingers brushing across my heated skin were almost too much to bear.
When he slipped the tip of a single finger down the crack of my ass, kicking my legs apart, I allowed him to hear a full hissing sound. “You will pay for this one day.”
“I’m certain you will try. It would seem you’re very wet, Julieta. Are you hungry for the feel of my cock buried deep inside of you?”
His filthy words were enticing but I refused to react.
Chuckling again, he shoved his hand between my legs, tickling my clit with several fingers.
I did my best to keep from moaning, but the sensations were instantly incredible, pushing me to a point of utter bliss. No amount of fighting could keep my body from reacting.
From betraying me, the stupid savage bitch.
I tried to allow my anger to interfere in order to keep my arousal to a minimum, but I had no control over my aching and hardened nipples or another trickle of juice sliding down my legs. I was pathetic for allowing him to get to me.
But he was right. I wanted his cock shoved inside of me, filling me completely.
Dante tossed the brush, releasing his hold on my hair. “Do not move. If you do, we will start all over again.”
I didn’t bother responding, but I also didn’t shift my gaze away. When he unfastened his jeans, the sound of his zipper being pulled seemed louder than it should be. Perhaps every sound he made echoed in my ears. When he rolled the tough material over his hips, my mouth watered. The moment he pulled them all the way down, exposing his glorious cock and swollen balls, a round of butterflies kicked into my system. He was huge, his cockhead purple, veins on the sides of his shaft throbbing.
I bit my lower lip, struggling to comprehend what he was going to do to me.
As well as panting from anticipation.