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Scandalous Liaison: A Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance by Piper Stone

Love wasn’t part of the deal. My full surrender was.

Recently divorced from my cheating ex, the last thing I needed on the flight home for my brother’s wedding was a too-hot-for-his-own-good asshole sitting by me in first class.

But when I escaped to the bathroom to hyperventilate in peace, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Surly followed me. Then he made me forget all about the turbulence with a punishing kiss, a hard spanking, and a series of screaming climaxes loud enough for everyone on the plane to hear.

It wasn’t until after our deliciously shameful tryst that I learned the truth.

The man who ravaged me is my father’s greatest enemy… and he’s willing to help me take control of the company my father has used for his ruthless schemes for far too long already.

All it will cost is my complete surrender.

Publisher’s Note: Scandalous Liaison is a standalone romance. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

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Length: 94,000 words


He grabbed my hips, yanking me away from the window, forcing my back to arch. Then without hesitation, he drove the entire length of his cock inside.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his fingers digging in even deeper.

“Oh.” The moan was involuntary, my entire body alive with electricity. I took gasping pants, the heat from my throat creating steam against the glass almost immediately. He pulled out until just the tip was inside, plunging into me again.

And again.

There was a sense of desperate need, his jaw clenched as he fucked me from behind. I couldn’t get my mind off the promise he’d made. To fuck me in the ass. I wasn’t a virgin to that either, but it wasn’t something that I chose for myself as enjoyment. But with him, everything was different, filthy, and a sin against everything I’d been taught to believe in and avoid.

I loved it, including the thought of releasing the last of whatever inhibitions I might have been holding onto. He ground his hips against me, his cock so deeply planted inside that my pussy muscles ached from being stretched. He was huge, much more so than any man I’d ever had. I clawed and slapped the window, fighting my ragged breathing.

“Yes. Yes.”

“My hungry flower.” He grinned and pressed his thumb against my dark hole, lifting his heated gaze to watch my every expression.

I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, staring at him defiantly in the glass. His pontification about being in control left me with goosebumps everywhere. As soon as he slipped his finger into my asshole, I threw my head back, half laughing and half moaning.

“Oh, gosh. Yes…”

“I was right about you. You crave pain and domination.” Kendrick quickly replaced his finger with the tip of his cock, pushing in an inch at a time. He was the kind of man who not only took what he wanted but also refused to allow anyone else to touch. It was an innate feeling, an understanding that by being with him I would need to toss aside everything I’d encountered before.

He allowed me to get used to the invasion as well as the wash of instant anguish, the corners of his mouth upturned in a crooked smile, which allowed me to catch a slight glimpse of the dimple in his chin. While he’d shaved, I could still catch a hint of a dark shadow already crossing his strong jaw.

It made him sexy and wild looking, as if the man was incapable of hiding his true predatory persona. Once he was fully seated inside, he took a deep breath then developed a rhythm. I allowed myself to fall into the moment of euphoria as I’d done on the plane. I was no longer the conservative girl I’d pretended to be but the wild child who needed to be sullied by his touch.

Soon, I met every brutal thrust with one of my own, my breathing strangled but not nearly as much as his. His exertion was about holding back, keeping himself from losing control. So I pushed him hard, pressing my palms against the glass and arching my back even more.

“You’re pushing my buttons on purpose,” he muttered.


“You want me to punish you.”

All I could do was smile at that point, the tingling sensations now rocketing through me, heat searing every nerve ending. He cracked his hand on my right ass cheek several times, the force he used pushing me onto my toes. I was so alive that explosive vibrations slammed down my spine, curling my toes.

“You will get what you need, not what you crave.”