He was my forbidden crush. Then he made me his bride.
Enzo Lazaro is my best friend’s brother, yet the fact that it was taboo only left me even more desperate for him to undress me with those piercing eyes and then strip me bare and ravage me.
But until he found out a secret I hadn’t even known myself, I never thought I’d be screaming his name in bed with my belted ass still burning because he decided I needed a lesson in obedience.
…or that he’d be claiming me as his bride.
It turns out I’m the daughter of a Russian mobster, and even though my adopted parents never told me, that means I have dangerous enemies. He says he’s making me his wife to protect me.
But we both know he would have taken what he wanted eventually anyway.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 90,400 words
My fingers wrapped around the bedding as he pulled away, the bastard adjusting my legs so they were inches apart. The moment he cracked the thick leather belt against the floor, I jerked up, trying to scramble to the other side once again. He jerked me back with such force the breath was knocked out of me.
Enzo pressed his hand on the small of my back, rubbing his thumb back and forth. “I suggest you stay still and accept your punishment. If you don’t, I assure you that I can provide something much more painful.”
I closed my eyes, willing my mind to drift somewhere else, but when he brought the belt down across my bottom, I let off a scream so loud, I was certain the neighbors heard the sharp cry. But would they care or simply walk into another room, used to the violent sights and sounds the city offered?
He didn’t tell me to shut up, merely yanking my head by my hair, forcing something into my mouth. Oh, my God. It was my damp panties.
Then he brought the belt down several times, the cracking sound floating all around me almost mesmerizing. I clawed at the bedding, the taste of my desire disgusting me. I’d never felt the sting of a belt or anything else my entire life. Up until now, my world had been a fairytale. Now I knew that I’d been living a lie. The person I’d called my father was someone I didn’t know. Why was I choosing to believe some asshole who’d sent me a letter?
Because I’d always known I’d been adopted. It strangely had been something that had dawned on me as a child. But when I’d asked my mother and father, they’d laughed, my mama even telling me the story of how difficult labor had been. What was real any longer? I wasn’t entirely certain.
There was a rhythm as he spanked me, taking his time to caress my aching skin more than once. The fact he was careful, practiced at using the belt meant he’d done this before. How many women did he control, forcing them to do whatever he wanted, sucking his cock at all hours of the day? As sickening as it was, my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around his shaft.
I kept my eyes closed as the spanking continued, still writhing and kicking out. The cracking sound would remain echoing in my ears for a long time. When he stopped issuing brutal strikes, I took a deep breath, unable to keep from moaning. The muffled sound was a reminder of how in control he was. God, I hated myself for my reaction to his forceful actions, the utter betrayal more treacherous than I’d ever experienced.
I heard his labored breathing and shut my legs only to have him yank them open again. Then he placed a single knee on the bed, leaning over as he’d done before. “You will learn to obey me, Joy. That’s the only way you’re going to stay alive.” He raked his fingers down my back for a second time, rubbing one side of my buttocks then the other. “You’re wet.”
Dear God, I was. I could feel the stickiness on my inner thighs, the scent of my longing overwhelming. Tears formed in my eyes from the horror of my hunger, the embarrassment too much to take. When he slipped his hand between my legs, I whimpered, the sound muffled from the lacy material but recognizable. A series of vibrations danced through every cell, my mind foggy. I twisted my hips, my muscles stiff.
He responded by smacking his palm against my bottom.
“I like it when you fight me, Joy.