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Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone

When he caught me on his property, he didn’t call the police. He just took off his belt.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience I gave him neither. Then he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough Marine.

She’s mine to protect. That doesn’t mean I’m going to be gentle with her.

Michelle doesn’t just need a place to hide out. She needs a man who will bare her bottom and spank her until she is sore and sobbing whenever she puts herself at risk with reckless defiance, then shove her face into the sheets and make her scream his name with every savage climax.

She’ll get all of that from me, and much, much more.

Publisher’s Note: Nash is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth entry in the Montana Bad Boys series. It includes spankings and 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: 84,000 words

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As the spanking continued, his rhythm so damn practiced, I vowed in my mind to find a way to retaliate, even if my hunger continued to build all over again. The pain fused with the pleasure and I suddenly couldn’t even remember where I was any longer. Then I was vaguely aware he’d tossed the brush out of the shower, taking both rugged hands and brushing his fingers down my back, cupping and squeezing my bottom.

A moan slipped past my lips as he crowded closer, a single tear slipping past my eyelashes. I was humiliated he’d brought me to this point and if he noticed, he certainly didn’t react.

He had other thoughts on his mind.

Savage ones.

There was no hesitation on his part, no softness of his actions. He simply shoved his cockhead into my dark hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle within seconds.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

“Such a mouth on you,” he hissed into my ear. “We’re going to do something about that.”

Reaper pushed the remainder of his cock into my asshole. There was no way to describe the blinding pain, the way it took every bit of my energy and breath. I couldn’t utter a word as I blinked several times, another freaking tear slipping past my lashes. How did this man have such an incredible effect on me?

“Breathe, baby girl. Breathe.”

His words were comforting, the husky whisper igniting another fire deep within my system. I tried to obey his command, fighting the combination of anguish as it attempted to morph into something else entirely.

Pleasure.

The kind of pleasure that caught me off guard, utter deliciousness that pushed me straight into ecstasy.

He slowly pulled out, driving into me again, taking his time and allowing my muscles to finally get used to the thick invasion. I pressed my cheek against the tile, a smile crossing my face.

I couldn’t move a muscle as he powered into me, fucking me long and hard.

And I enjoyed every second of it.

There was no stopping the brute as he fucked me, ensuring that I knew I belonged to him.

At least for a few seconds of my screwed-up life, I couldn’t be happier.

“I will do this as often as I hunger for,” he mused as he tugged hair from the back of my neck, pressing his face against my skin.

Nothing in the world could feel any better.

As a smile crossed my face, I could tell he was finally close to coming.

And so, I clamped down with every ounce of energy I had, smiling when I heard his intense roar as he exploded deep into me.

He planted his hands on either side of my head, keeping his cock buried inside. As the water pummeled over our skin, I realized I’d never felt safer than I did at this moment.

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