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Ravenous Predator: A Dark Mafia Shifter Romance by Piper Stone

I took her to teach her a lesson. I kept her because she was always mine.

Suzette Barker thought she could steal from the most powerful mafia boss in Philadelphia. My belt across her naked backside taught her otherwise, but as tears run down her cheeks and her arousal glistens on her bare thighs, there is something more important she will understand soon.

Kneeling at my feet and demonstrating her remorseful surrender in the most shameful way possible won’t bring an end to this, nor will her screams of climax as I take her long and hard. She’ll be coming with me and I’ll be mounting and savagely rutting her as often as I please.

Not just because she owes me.

Because she’s my mate.

Publisher’s Note: Ravenous Predator is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth entry in the Alpha Dynasty series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“You’ll learn the true meaning of the word obedience while working for me, Suzette. That will help your skills improve tremendously.”

Who the hell was he kidding? I squirmed in his lap, regretting it the instant I did. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against his finely pressed linen trousers. I was enraged and sickened, my mouth watering at the same time.

No. No!

Maybe this was nothing more than a bad dream.

He replaced the belt with his fingers, taking his time tracing my spine then sliding a single tip down the crack of my ass, teasing that he was going to slide it into my slickened pussy. If he dared…

The strap was brought down quickly, replacing the gentle touch so quickly that I jumped, yelping like a kid. Then he brought it down again and all I could concentrate on was the whooshing sound the thick leather made as it sliced through the air.

While the pain was significant, I’d been taught to endure the kind of agony that would render almost any human useless, curling up in a little ball for protection. I was a Seal, for God’s sake. A little spanking wasn’t going to derail my world one tiny little bit.

But as the bastard continued to bring the belt down, one strike coming after the other, I had more difficulty breathing. Then the agony started, curling my toes, sliding up along the insides of my legs then a straight shot around my buttocks. Within seconds, an explosion of heat swept through my system, leaving me panting, kicking out like some kid.

He pressed his hand down on the small of my back, a reminder as well as a split second of comfort. But when I tried to roll off his lap, he wrangled one leg over both of mine, holding me in place.

“I suggest you maintain your position, soldier, or I assure you that I’ll add more strikes to the count.”

“As if you told me what to expect,” I snapped, “asshole,” I added under my breath.

His laugh was just like before, deep, seductive and affable. Damn him for putting me off my game. Damn him for taking advantage of me. And damn myself for being so stupid as to think I could get away with stealing from a monster.

“Twenty more and I think you will have learned your lesson,” he said in a dominating tone, once again caressing my heated bottom. “You look very good in red stripes. Somehow, I think I’m going to be seeing them often.”

Who the hell did he think he was kidding? He would never do this again. Ever. I held my tongue, pursing my mouth to keep from cursing him in several languages as the spanking continued. He delivered four in a row, each one more brutal than the one before.

Then he stopped and I could swear the man was humming some tune. He thought this was funny as hell. I cringed deep inside, tears suddenly forming in my eyes. His actions were entirely different than I was used to, which added to my extreme frustration.

And my sick desire that continued to build.

He kneaded my bottom again, his fingers coming dangerously close to my swollen pussy lips. “I can tell you’re very wet, Suzette. Is it possible that you will thrive with even more control placed on you? I think I know that answer. And I’ll be delighted to be the one to provide that for you.”

He was serious. He was that kind of man. He was nuts.

When the tip of his finger brushed against my slickened pussy, I couldn’t have stopped the moan from slipping past my lips under any circumstances. I was wet and hot all over, my breath skipping as my mind buzzed from my little voice chastising me in German, Spanish, and French.

“So very wet. I love that about you,” he growled then resumed the spanking, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom.

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