Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
I didn’t ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine.
Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn’t why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven’t already.
She’s sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished.
She’s well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want.
She’s waiting for me in my bed because she’s my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.
I’m not going to be gentle with her, but when she wakes up tomorrow morning wet and blushing her cheeks won’t be crimson because of the shameful things I did to her naked, quivering body.
It will be because she begged for all of them.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 75,000 words
Excerpt
I dug my fingers into his chest, struggling in his arms. “Please.”
“Please what? Please fuck you? I assure you that on our wedding night you will be fucked hard in every tight little hole. But fucking is only allowed for good little girls who obey the rules. That’s not the case. I’m going to spank you.”
Spank me? I’d never been spanked in my entire life. My stomach was in knots, my heart skipping beats.
“Your first lesson is acceptance that you belong to me. The second is all about respect. And I assure you that if you don’t learn to obey my every command, I won’t hesitate to rescind my kind offer. Then I’ll surrender your entire family to the Vitalis.”
“How could you be so cruel?”
He rubbed his lips back and forth across my neck before leaning back, inhaling and holding his breath for several seconds. “Because that’s what keeps me alive.”
As I was momentarily stunned, he was able to easily toss me over the heavy desk, immediately yanking my dress up to my waist. I was humiliated not only by the action but by the fact I’d worn pink cotton panties, not the beautiful lace ones that had been delivered along with the dress that had been selected for me. It had been my attempt at keeping a small portion of the girl I’d been protected from the horrors facing her.
I’d failed.
When he brought his hand down several times, I was jolted back to reality. The man was spanking me like I was nothing but a bad girl, not a woman preparing for marriage. A lump formed in my throat as he peppered my bottom with several additional strikes, each one harder than the one before.
I wiggled, kicking out several times, heat blooming on my skin.
Lucian pressed down on my back. “Remain in position or your punishment will be much worse.”
Gasping, I clawed my father’s expensive veneer with my freshly polished nails, hoping that I left deep scars. I wanted him to be reminded every day of what he’d subjected me to. Anger swept through me, the kind of hatred that jetted spots in front of my eyes. When I pushed up, able to kick his leg with enough force he grunted, a laugh bubbled to the surface of my mouth.
It was short-lived as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pinning me against the cold, hard surface.
“I can tell you’re going to be difficult.” When he rolled his fingers across the waistband of my panties, I sucked in my breath, frozen the second I heard the snap of his wrist then a ripping sound.
Cool air wafted across my bare skin. I was sick inside, fighting the overwhelming nausea pooling in my stomach, the flutters in my heart.
“We start again.” He brought his hand crashing down against my naked bottom. An explosion of pain swept through my entire system, my muscles cramping. Over the next few seconds, he delivered several more in rapid succession, moving from one side to the other.
I couldn’t think clearly or breathe, the anguish building to a point I couldn’t stop whimpers from sliding up from my throat. “Stop. Just stop!” My God, I was wailing like a little girl.
“Then learn that I’m your master. The sooner you accept your place, the better everything will be for you.”
