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Illicit Proposition: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone – Extended Preview


Santiago Spanish Man had moved from just being arrogant to becoming a condescending asshole and I refused to accept his bullshit. I offered a slight smile, mischievous and full of my own concept of seduction. Then I placed my palm against his chest. What I hated more than anything was the way my body reacted from the slight touch.

He really believed that I’d fall for him so easily. I wasn’t naïve and I hadn’t been born yesterday. His need to seduce me was merely one of his steps of keeping me in line. What in the hell was he hiding?

My legs were quivering, my pussy aching, and damn if my nipples weren’t so aroused that the slight touch of the slinky material of my dress as it rubbed back and forth across them was too much. I had to fight to keep from panting. I’d never felt such explosive electricity.

His smile remained, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, obviously drinking in my perfume. He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching, his hot breath skipping across my skin.

I licked my lips, arching my back.

“I want you, Devon. I hunger in a way I’ve never done before.”

While his words burned deep inside, my psyche had taken over, refusing to allow him to get under my skin. “I…”


He dared to brush his lips across mine, a series of low and husky growls floating around me.


I allowed the single word to linger before straightening to my full height, hardening my glare then shoving him with all the fury that had breached the surface.

Caught off guard, he stumbled backward, narrowing his eyes as he tried to regroup. I didn’t allow him to regain an advantage.

First, I tossed the remainder of the champagne in his face, enjoying the sounds of shattering crystal when I dropped the expensive glass.

Then I took a single step closer, fisting my hand and cold cocking him. “I wouldn’t allow you to touch me if you were the last man on Earth, you arrogant, disgusting pig.” After grabbing my purse, I stormed toward the door, and I honestly didn’t care how I managed to get home. I just had to get out of his clutches. I made it to the entrance before he even moved. When I slammed my hands against both doors, I expected them to swing open.

They didn’t.

Instead, they didn’t budge an inch. My God. I’d been locked in with the freak. Oh, shit. I knew there had to be a back entrance. I shook the handles, loathing my stupid actions. I glanced at the glass, able to see his reflection as he sauntered toward me, taking his time. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Turning, I bolted away from him, keeping a wide berth as I tried to find the back room. After a few seconds, I managed to see the small door and fled through it.

That’s the very moment a hand snapped around my arm, dragging me backward and against a hard, muscular chest. The force was enough to knock my purse out of my hand. The moment it hit the floor, my weapon shifted into the light.

Santiago glanced down, a chuckle erupting from his throat. “Nice touch, Devon.”

Then he wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me in place.

I struggled, hissing as I tried everything to gain an advantage, trying to kick or elbow him. Something. Anything. He was far too strong, holding me in place as if I was nothing but a ragdoll. I could hear his heavy breathing, the husky sound filtering into my ears. After taking a few deep breaths, I dropped my gaze to the protruding gun, trying to figure out how many feet away it was.

When he kicked it away, I cringed.

“That was very naughty of you,” he whispered then nuzzled against my ear. “A weapon. Did you really think you needed to protect yourself?”

Naughty? If he thought that was naughty, the man would soon learn what I was made of. “Let go of me, you freak.” I ignored the other comment. The last thing I needed to do was piss him off any further.

“Now I’m a freak. Interesting. What does that make you? You came here of your free will to meet with me. You knew the assignment would be out of the ordinary. You accepted my champagne, enjoying my surprise. You were well paid from my money in order to do so. Now you call me names? Tsk. Tsk. That makes you a very bad little girl.”

Was he kidding me? “That doesn’t change the fact you’re an asshole.”

He laughed, the deep baritone creating goosebumps, which I knew he could see. Damn my body for responding this way.

“I assure you, lovely kitten, that I’ve been called much worse over the years. However, you will need to learn obedience.”

I was appalled and sickened by his words. “Never. If you don’t let go of me, I will have you arrested.”

“No, you will not because you need the money and the chance for a better life. We can discuss the particulars later. What needs to happen is a lesson in respect.”

The man was serious. I was shocked, unable to think clearly. Was I really experiencing this bullshit? What had been wrong with me? I must have lost my mind. I grabbed his arm, digging my nails into his skin.

He responded by squeezing his hand around my throat. I was instantly lightheaded, but not because of the pressure. Because I felt his throbbing cock digging into my bottom. He was as aroused as I was. That was horrible. Just…

“What needs to happen is a round of punishment. I think that will help you understand.” I dragged me further into the back room and toward some kind of bench.

“Punishment?” I managed, ripping at his arm.

“Yes, a good old-fashioned spanking will be perfect. Don’t you think?”

I was horrified, words jumbled in my brain. He had to be kidding. No one had ever spanked me before in my life. Was he simply a nutcase or did he really believe he could get away with this kind of behavior?

“Don’t you dare touch me.” As if my statement was going to do any good. He was determined to take control. To punish me.

To own me.

No. No. No!

This wasn’t going to happen. I continued to fight him, struggling with everything I had, but he sat down as if all my kicking and squirming meant nothing. When he pulled me over his lap, yanking my dress over my hips to my waist, I was mortified, gasping for air.

“You can’t do this,” I insisted, although goddamn it, there was a whiny tone in my voice. That had to stop. I was a strong woman, and he would learn that soon enough.

Right before I shoved an icepick into his eye.

When he jerked at my panties, tugging until I heard a ripping sound, I let out a yelp. “Stop. Stop! You’re crazy. You’re horrible!”

“Yes, I can be, but I can also be a very fair man, but only if you learn to obey me at all times. Do you think you can do that?”

“Hell, no.”

“Then you’re going to receive many spankings and other harsh punishments until you do. That will take time.”

I had no idea what to say to him. He actually believed that after this night I would ever see him again? The man was a monster as well as completely insane. I couldn’t wait to see him locked behind bars. I’d visit him often just to gloat. I wiggled in his lap, realizing almost instantly that I was only driving his arousal to a heightened level.

I also realized my mouth was dry, my thoughts turning dark and filthy.

“I’m warning you. If you attempt to do this, I’ll make your life miserable.”

“I’m certain you’ll try, little kitten.” He smacked his hand down on my bottom with enough force the breath was ripped from my body.

Oh. My. God.

Stars floated in front of my eyes immediately. I was pushed into another stratosphere and when he cracked his hand down at least four times, I thought I was going to burst into tears. I’d never known a spanking could hurt so much. I struggled and undulated, only to figure out my movements were pushing my desire into an unwanted place. I was wet and hot all over, fighting with the burning hunger mixing with my need to beat the crap out of him. Who the hell did he think he was doing this to me?

He continued the spanking, forced to shift one of his muscular legs over both of mine in order to keep me from sliding off his lap. I was shaking all over, doing my best to pitch my body off him, but as he delivered crack after crack, the sound of his palm hitting my naked skin filtered into my brain. I could feel the heat building, my heart racing from the building pain. I couldn’t have been more shocked as the scent of my longing filtered into the air around us.

There was no doubt he could tell how excited I was even though I remained flabbergasted.

Exhaling, he stopped long enough to caress my bottom. The way he brushed the tips of his fingers across my bruised and aching skin continued to elevate my excitement as well as utter humiliation. I’d lost count of how many strikes he’d given me, although there was no doubt in my mind that I’d have difficulty sitting for one hell of a long time.

I closed my eyes, envisioning all the vile things I was going to do to him. That gave me a small amount of comfort. When he resumed the round of discipline, I sputtered like some stupid kid.

“Please stop. Please.” The words seemed foreign to me. I’d never begged anyone for anything in my life.

“Only if you promise to be good and act like an adult.”

That was it. I would bide my time until I was able to get away from him. Then I would strike like a panther.

“Fine. Then we talk?” I asked coyly.

“Hmmm… Then we talk.” Although he’d made a deal, he issued six more in rapid succession, moving from one side to the other.

He was nothing but a predatorial bastard.

I was gasping for air by the time he was finished, trying to put myself together before he gently pulled me off his lap. The same flush of embarrassment occurred as before, the heat building in my face even more explosive. I backed away, fighting to keep my eyes off him as I struggled to jerk my panties into position then yanked my dress down. I kept my eyes closed for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t think you understand what is required of you for this contract to work.” He stated the words casually as he rose to his feet.

“That doesn’t matter, Santiago. I’m leaving. You will not hold me prisoner here.”

I could tell I’d riled him, but I didn’t care in the least. This was the most horrifying experience I’d ever been through.

“Devon, I pull no punches. I’m a very busy man with particular tastes. Daniel spent a significant amount of time finding the right person for my needs. While I regret insulting you in any way and I appreciate the fact you are a take-charge woman, what I require will test not only your resolve but your diplomatic skills.”

I had to admit that he was drawing me further into his web. “If I’m to go any further I’ll need more than your limited explanation.”

“Of course.” He adjusted his jacket, his eyes never leaving mine. “However, we can be civilized about this. I suggest we return to the gallery and enjoy the rest of our time together.”

I continued to be surprised by his callous attitude, so damn cavalier that I honestly had no retort come to mind. A sensual smile crossed his face before he walked out of the storage room, leaving me aching and hating the fact I was still turned on. When he’d left the area, all I could do was laugh. After snatching my purse and contents from the floor, I allowed my hand to slide across the cold metal of the weapon. At least he knew he couldn’t fuck with me.

Another laugh bubbled to the surface. Who was I kidding? I took a few seconds before heading into the gallery, finding him pouring more champagne as if nothing had happened.

The same gorgeous Spanish music was playing, but I could swear the man had dimmed the lights. Did he actually think he was going to seduce me? After taking a deep breath, I walked closer.

“I think you can leave your purse in a safe location, Devon. I have no intention of hurting you.” His words were said casually, as if he hadn’t just spanked me like a bad little girl.

However, I found myself doing exactly what he requested. What I wanted was answers so I could give the police as much information as possible.

Then again, what the hell would anyone from law enforcement be able to do? I had come here of my own free will. I had signed a nondisclosure, which would mean I’d forfeit the money I’d already received. Or so I thought. Hell, nothing was making any sense at this point.

“What kind of job are you offering, Santiago? I want, no, I need details.”

“I thought you weren’t interested.” He gave me a quick glance before grabbing the glasses and inching closer. Everything about him was captivating from the look in his eyes to the way he carried himself. I was certain he was used to garnering all the attention in a room just by entering.

“I’m curious how a man like you could even afford the services of Dark Overture.” I accepted the glass, giving him a hard onceover. I refused to allow him to see that he’d flustered me on any level.

He chuckled, the sound continuing to excite every cell in my body. “I assure you that the money my family amassed over the years affords me many opportunities. If you’re worried about the fee you’ll be paid, I suggest we get that over with immediately.”

“Let’s do.”

I smiled before taking a sip of champagne. I couldn’t wait to hear how much he thought would be enough to tolerate his line of garbage.

“I believe that two million dollars will suffice. Don’t you?”

There was no possibility of hiding my surprise. Coughing, I was forced to throw my hand over my mouth to keep from spewing the cold bubbly all over myself.

He smiled coyly, enjoying my reaction. “I thought that would get your attention. Before you ask what the job entails, I will tell you that until you sign the contract, I will not feel comfortable to provide every detail. I’m certain you can understand that.”

“All right. Continue.”

“You will travel with me to Spain where you will be introduced to various powerful people. You will be observant, gathering certain information about their habits. From there, I will be able to determine if a project I’ve had in mind for several years can come to fruition. I assure you that the accommodations will be exemplary, all provided of course, including anything you should need from food to clothing. Does that help ease your concern?”

“To a point, but obviously you’re hiding the prize.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “As intelligent as you are beautiful. You are everything I’d hoped for and more.”

And he would remain an asshole in my mind.

“The duration of my requirement?” I asked, tilting my head and studying his eyes. The man was hiding a significant portion about himself. He was also doing his best to mask some kind of pain.

“It could be as long as two months, even three, but that will depend on how we are received.”

We. The word brought another round of shivers dancing in my system.

“I will need some time to think about it,” I said with only some continued defiance.

He lifted his glass, walking closer. “As I would expect. This is a business transaction after all.”

“As long as I follow your rules, remain obedient.” I stood my ground, refusing to back down to him. Damn it, I was trembling all over, his scent lingering.

His breathing labored, he remained quiet as he studied me, finally using a single finger to lift my chin. “You are absolutely dazzling.”

Every inch of my skin felt as if his single touch had seared my nerve endings. Butterflies swept through me like a tidal wave. I wasn’t supposed to be so attracted. I couldn’t stand the fact my nipples continued to ache, longing to be licked and nipped. As another jolt of electricity sparked between us, I finally found the courage to pull away, moving quickly to place my glass on the table. “I need to leave, but I will think about your offer.”

“Not yet, little kitten. We’re not finished.”

“Yes, I am.”

He wrapped his hand around my neck, yanking me around to face him. I immediately smashed my hands against him, pushing as he forcefully placed his glass on the table. He kept his hold, his fingers digging into my neck, but unlike before, our connection had nothing to do with his need to assert his authority. This was all about his desire to fulfill his promise.

To taste me.

To take me.

To consume me.

I couldn’t allow that to happen. I wasn’t for sale in that way, no matter what he thought. Yet as he dragged me closer, lowering his head ever so slowly, I knew I was losing the fight, the attraction to him winning over any concept of rationality.

Mi preciosa gatita,” he whispered as he brushed his lips across mine.

My gorgeous kitten. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and as he crushed his mouth over mine, I almost lost my resolve. The taste of him was spectacular, the way he slipped his tongue past my lips keeping me on edge. I realized I was clinging to him, my fingers fisted around his shirt, my body arching into his.

He took his time exploring my mouth, dominating my tongue as he pulled me even closer, crushing me against him. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the tingling sensations sweeping through me. Our bodies molded together perfectly, the feel of his heated body against mine spectacular.

A slight growl cascaded past his lips, the sound forcing me to shiver. He was nothing but a predator.

Then my mind finally shoved aside my raging desires and I started to fight to get away. I would not succumb to him, no matter what he thought or had the audacity to require. Yes, the money was enough to give me an entirely new start in life, but at what price?

He seemed shocked when I managed to jerk away, yet the primal growl he issued told me in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t finished with me yet.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, smacking him across the face. When I attempted to repeat my action, he caught my hand, pushing me backwards.

“That’s not going to happen, Devon.” As he kept his head lowered, his breathing even more ragged than before, he forced me against one of the walls.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Santiago didn’t answer in words. Instead, he yanked one of my legs, sliding his hand under my thigh. His hold was possessive, as if the man would never let me go. All time seemed to stand still, the music placed on hold as he dragged his tongue around my lips, his hot and heavy breathing fueling the fire. He crowded my space, grinding his hips back and forth as his fingers tickled my skin.

He pressed his lips against my cheek, rubbing them up and down. I tilted my head, unable to fight him as the sensations nearly exploded between us. I closed my eyes, trying to regain control, but as he stroked my leg, every muscle in my body exploded into flames. Breathing became almost impossible as he whispered words in Spanish, some of them too soft for me to understand.

When he slid his hand under my dress, wrapping a single finger around the thin strand of fabric of my panties, I issued a single whimper.

With a snap of his wrist, he ripped my thong away, tossing it to the side. As he continued kissing my face, I fisted my hands, pushing harder than before. There was no budging the powerful man.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He said the words in a dark and husky voice, yet done in a way that let me know there was no way to tell him no. When he bit down on my lower lip, a series of sounds floated into the air.

He was freeing his cock.

The realization broke the spell and I shoved him hard, but the force wasn’t enough to break his hold. “You can’t do this.”

“Yes, I can. I take what I want. Besides, tell me you’re not wet and hot. Tell me that you aren’t aching to have my cock inside of you.” When I didn’t respond immediately, he laughed, the sound adding to the vibrations swirling around us.

“I…” The words were stuck in my throat. Within seconds, there was nothing I could do. He split my legs wide open, lifting me into the air. When he thrust the entire length of his cock inside my pussy, stars floated in front of my eyes. “Oh… My… God.” I was breathless, my entire body shaking as my muscles tried to stretch to take his tremendous girth. I was shocked how large he was, his shaft throbbing, swelling inside of me.

It had been so long since I’d felt a man’s cock buried deep inside that I was tossed into immediate pleasure. This couldn’t be happening. I wasn’t being fucked by a man I knew nothing about. Blinking furiously, I realized there was no possibility I could focus on anything.

Santiago pulled out, plunging into me again. He smacked his hands on the wall, using the power of his muscles to keep me aloft.

I gripped his shoulders, squeezing my legs against his hips, glaring into his eyes. The dichotomy of sensations and emotions was debilitating, keeping me from fighting him even harder. He had me exactly where he wanted, keeping his sinful promise. As he started fucking me in rapid thrusts, rolling onto the balls of his feet and jutting his hips, all I could do was try to concentrate on breathing.

Soon we were nothing but wild animals, the powerful man becoming even more insatiable. As he shoved me against the wall, whimpers exploded from my mouth. The lights seemed to dim all around us, replaced with a vibrant spectrum of colors splashing across my field of vision.

With every savage plunge, I was driven further into a raw state of bliss, no longer the same woman who’d arrived. I was nothing but a carnal beast, my desires overcoming my sense of responsibility or decency. I couldn’t care less who peeked through the window, catching us in such a filthy moment.

He developed a rhythm, driving his cock as deep inside as possible, every plunge driving me against the wall. I could hear pictures rattling from the violent way he took me. When he jerked one arm then the other over my head, grasping both wrists in one hand, I realized that I was indeed his prisoner.

If only for the night.

But my imagination got the better of me, images of what he would do to me flashing in my mind. He was rugged and ruthless, a man who would never be refused for anything.

He slid his hand under my bottom, holding me in place as he gyrated his hips, every action brutal and unforgiving. The look on his face was savage, his eyes piercing mine until I could see straight into his blackened soul. My God, the man had no conscience, no ability to know right from wrong.

Or he didn’t care, an entitled man who used his power and wealth to get what he wanted. I couldn’t stop shaking, my body further betraying me as an orgasm rushed into my system. “Oh… Oh. Oh.” I cinched my eyes closed, devastated that I couldn’t hold back. As the climax smashed into me like a tidal wave, I opened my mouth in a silent scream.

“Come for me, little kitten. Show me how much you crave my cock.”

I hated the man and everything he stood for, but as one orgasm pounded into another, nothing mattered any longer but the intense pleasure. I tossed my head from side to side, gasping for air.

He refused to stop, his actions even more forceful than before. Every growl he made was primal, riddled with thirst. He wasn’t just insatiable; he was powerless to the hunger gnawing inside of him, a true beast who’d fought for his release. The thought brought me somewhat down to earth, but I was too exhausted to fight him any longer.

Yet I held my stare, making certain he knew this would never happen again. Not once.

A smirk crossed his face, as if the man knew exactly what I was thinking and was already proving me wrong. After four additional forceful thrusts, his entire body began to shake. I could tell he was close to coming.

And even though I fought the various sensations exploding like bottle rockets, my pussy clenched around the thick invasion.

As he threw his head back and roared, erupting deep inside and filling me with his seed, I made a promise to myself that I’d walk away, never to think about the nightmare again.

The man was far too dangerous.

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