Gillian’s father may be a powerful Irish mob boss, but he owes a blood debt to my family, and when I came to collect I didn’t ask permission before taking his daughter as payment.
It was not up to him… or to her.
I will make her my bride, but I am not the kind of man who will wait until our wedding night to bare her and claim what belongs to me. She will walk down the aisle wet, well-used, and sore.
Her dress will hide the marks from my belt that taught her the consequences of disobeying her husband, but nothing will hide her blushes as her arousal drips down her thighs with each step.
By the time she says her vows she will already be mine.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 77,000 words
The feel of his hard cock as he ground it against my naked bottom was almost too much to bear. A moan pushed up from my throat. One of confusion.
One of rage.
And one of excitement.
Oh, my God. This wasn’t going to happen. Not a chance.
“If you don’t let me go, I will kill you.”
He laughed, his hot breath skipping across my neck. Almost instantly my nipples hardened, my legs quivering. “What a treat if you try. Imagine what I will do. Unfortunately, it would seem you have difficulty understanding your place. Now, I’m going to be forced to use my belt.”
There was no malice in his tone or even an increased level of anger.
Just a calm statement made by a man who believed I was his possession.
I wiggled against him, taking gasping breaths as I heard the sounds of him releasing his buckle. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. I’d awakened with a smile on my face, eager to play solo on the piano for the first time. There was no sense in struggling. The man was far too strong. I hung my head, blinking several times as a single tear slipped from my eye and onto the slick surface of the bar. Not a single customer had thought about calling the police.
When Enrique freed the thick leather, he slapped the folded belt on the edge of the bar, whispering in my ear.
“If you’re good, you will learn that I can be a kind man, but I have no patience for liars.”
He pulled my arm behind me, his grip firm as he cracked the belt across my bottom. The pain was raw and biting, heated sensations shifting down both legs. I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no sound. I’d been yanked back into the vacuum, no longer able to process anything that had occurred in the last hour.
As Enrique smacked me again and again, I reacted, managing to jerk up from the bar only to be pushed down again. The heat exploded from deep within, tickling every nerve ending. I kept my eyes closed, the anguish becoming almost blinding.
When he had the fucking nerve to brush his fingers from one side of my buttocks to the other, I hissed loud enough he chuckled under his breath.
“You’re doing very well, which proves you will learn to become obedient.”
“Over my dead body. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
His sigh was just another way of telling me I was wrong. I braced myself for another round, gritting my teeth. I refused to allow him to know what he was doing bothered me in any way.
The bastard surprised me again, sliding his fingers along the inside of my thigh. Then he took an exaggerated deep breath. Oh, fuck. The scent of my pussy floated up to my nostrils, making me even more nauseous than before. I was aroused by the man, by his rough touch. That made absolutely no sense to me.