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Ravaged Innocence: A Dark Mafia Romance by Measha Stone

He didn’t come for me just to make me scream his name. He came to make me his.

When Luka Romanov burst into the bar where I work to take care of some mafia business, I was still an innocent virgin. I woke up the next morning sore, spent, and feeling much less innocent.

He tracked me down to punish me for trying to run from him, but it wasn’t just his hard hand reddening my bare bottom that left me soaking wet and ready to be ruthlessly claimed. I was breathless and desperately in need the moment he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

Then he carried me off to his penthouse to show me what it means to belong to a man like him.

Because he isn’t just going to ravage me. He’s going to keep me.

Publisher’s Note: Ravaged Innocence is a stand-alone novel which is the third book of the Innocent Brides 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: Measha Stone

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Length: 51,000 words


“You want me to take control, Pchelka. You love it when I’m holding the reins, when I spank your ass red, when I fuck you until you scream. You love all of it. So.” He brings the plug back into my line of vision. “You have to trust me that you will love this as well. Now, put on your dress and come back out so I can plug you like a good girl, or you’ll enjoy my belt first.”

My mouth dries. I’m not used to men talking so brazenly, so obscenely, but my body melts right into it.

“Enjoy your belt?” I want to make a joke, some sarcastic remark that will put me on the same playing field as him. But I’m not even playing the same game when it comes to the way he talks.

“Your pussy will enjoy it, but your ass won’t.” It’s a promise. And one his actions can back up.

“Fine.” I huff. I need to up my defensive game. He wins too easily. “Since you’ll just do it anyway.”

His lips pull tight into his signature demonic grin. “I will. Kicking and screaming won’t matter. I’ll put you over my knee, spank you until you beg me to fuck you, and then I’ll plug your tight little hole anyway.” His left eyebrow arches. “I might like that better.”

“I’ll get the dress on.” I dart beneath his arm and run to the closet, pulling the door shut once I’m safely inside.

Of course, the damn thing fits amazingly over my curves and hits perfectly just above my knee. The fabric is softer than anything I’ve felt before and to top it all off—there are pockets!

“There’s a box of jewelry in there on the shelf. Pick a nice necklace,” he calls through the door. My teeth clench. This is really all too much. Having such nice things makes me nervous. What if I break the necklace, or spill soup on the dress, or scuff the shoes? I can’t afford to replace these things, even if he would let me.

All dressed, I swing the door open to find Luka standing on my side of the bed holding a small bottle of lubricant. A gray hand towel from the bathroom is laid out on the bed, and the damn plug is sitting there, mocking me.

“Come here, Pchelka, and climb on the bed.” He points to the pillow he’s put in the middle for me. “Press your face into the pillow, reach back, and pull your ass cheeks apart for me.” He sounds so clinical.

“Maybe I should do it myself,” I offer, my cheeks already flaming at the idea of him seeing me in the described position.

“No. I want to watch as your ass sucks up the plug.” He grins again. The bastard is enjoying my humiliation. “It will be almost as sweet as watching my cock sink into it later.”

I swallow back the fear choking me. No matter how dark his humor, or how satanic his grin, this is Luka, and he won’t harm me. He’ll make it hurt if he wants to, but he won’t harm me.

I try not to dig too deeply into that thought pattern as I make my way to the bed. Only a few short days ago, I would have sworn there wasn’t a difference.

Luka is teaching me all sorts of things.

“Over you go.” He holds out his hand for me and helps me climb onto the bed. I get on my hands and knees before lowering my cheek into the pillow.

His large, warm hands gather the skirt of the dress and toss it over my back, fully exposing my bare ass. I groan and clench my eyes. This can’t get more embarrassing.

“Reach back, Avery. Pull your cheeks apart for me,” he reminds me.

I was wrong. It can and probably will get more embarrassing.