Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
I would have been off limits. But nothing is off limits to a man like him.
As consigliere of New York’s most ruthless crime syndicate, Daniel Briggs rules with an iron fist. But here in Los Angeles, he’s just my big brother’s best friend, forbidden in every way.
This stunningly handsome billionaire may be the most eligible bachelor on the West Coast, but to him I’m still just a little girl in need of protection from men who would ravage her brutally.
Men like him.
But he’ll soon realize I’m all grown up, and then it won’t be long before my teenage crush finally shows me the side of him he’s kept hidden from me—the savage side that will blister my bare ass for talking back and then take what has always been his with my hair gripped in his fist.
I don’t know what comes after that. I just know everything he does to me will be utterly sinful…
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 87,800 words
Excerpt
“You’re serious.”
He said nothing, his entire face going rigid. Why did he have to look so sexy with his three-day stubble? And why had he not buttoned his jeans? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but failed as I’d done everything else in the days since I’d left Vegas.
To add insult to injury, he sat down on the chair, the hinges creaking. Then he patted his lap. This was crazy. Even worse, I found myself reacting to his demand. I ripped off the hat, shaking my head several times on purpose, my long hair sweeping across my breasts. My legs were shaking, making me wobbly on my feet. He had no emotion on his face, other than disappointment, as I yanked off the jacket, ready to toss both items in his face but thinking better of it. I placed both items on his desk with care, shivering to my core. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to get to this point.
He wasn’t my father and certainly wasn’t my brother. I didn’t need discipline in my life.
“I’m waiting,” he said in a stern voice.
I closed my eyes, my fingers suddenly icy as I unfastened my button, fighting the zipper as it caught on the lace of my panties. All I could think about was being grateful I hadn’t worn a ripped pair of underwear, choosing my red lacy… thong. Oh, my God. Then I was thankful I’d shaved that morning.
The flush of embarrassment continued, bottle rockets going off in my brain. Somehow, I managed to do as he asked, fighting the dense material as I jerked my jeans over my hips. I couldn’t look him in the eye for fear of dying from shame. I never acted like a petulant child. Why had I done so around him?
I must look ridiculous with my pants around my knees. Instantly, I placed my hands in front of my pussy, fighting to keep tears from forming. What? Tears? I never cried. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Come here.” His command was dark, the hint of danger sending a shower of goosebumps down my arms.
I shuffled closer, but obviously not close enough. He grabbed my arm but was gentle in tugging me forward. Then he eased me over his lap without saying another word.
“Good girl.” When I started to slip, he yanked me closer, shifting my stomach across his groin. Dear God. Was the man hard as a rock again? He patted my lower back then tapped the brush against my bottom. “I think twenty-five will be enough to teach you a decent lesson.”
Twenty-five? I sucked in my breath, fighting my nerves. As soon as he brought the implement down, I lurched forward, almost falling off his lap. The shock of what he’d done masked the pain, but only for a few seconds. I yelped, the loud sound shocking the hell out of me.
“Stay in position.” He jerked me against his body, wrapping one leg around mine.
Then he brought the brush down twice more, smacking both sides. White-hot heat exploded in my system, the scream I issued high pitched more from shock than pain. Just wiggling in his lap brought another eruption of sensations, my breath catching in my throat. I threw my hand back, only to have him catch it easily. He pinned it against my back, continuing with the spanking.
I’d heard all about how controlling he’d been during his time spent in the Marines, but this was ridiculous.
“Stop. Just stop. I’ll be good.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. I said twenty-five and that’s what you’re going to get. Unless I need to add more.”
