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Veiled Treasure: A Dark Mafia Romance by Measha Stone

I’m his now, and he’s not going to be gentle with me.

When my brothers tried to arrange a marriage for me back in New York, I ran away to Boston. Making it on my own at eighteen wasn’t easy, but for two years I managed to keep my freedom.

Until Gregor Romanov came looking for me.

I didn’t know what a Russian mob boss wanted with me when he first barged into my apartment, but as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom I knew one thing for sure.

My days as a free woman are over.

Now he’s taking off his belt to deal with my refusal to answer questions he didn’t have any business asking in the first place, but it isn’t just the sting of a spanking that is on my mind.

It’s what he has planned for me later tonight.

Publisher’s Note: Veiled Treasure is a stand-alone novel which is the third book of the Reluctant Brides series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Measha Stone

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Length: 60,000 words


“You lied, Hanna. And I told you what happens when you break my rules. Learn right now that I will never go back on my word.”

He unleashed the first white-hot lash of the belt across my ass. I screamed, probably more from surprise than the pain, but it was short lived. The second and third lashes came so quickly, I couldn’t register anything other than the fire erupting.

Over and over again, the leather striped my ass. Forget breathing; my mind could only focus on one thing, the blistering pain spreading across my ass.

“Please,” I begged once air finally soaked into my lungs. “I won’t lie. I won’t. I promise!” Tears tickled my eyelashes. Even if I wanted to put up a brave front, I couldn’t. Never in my life had I felt such raw pain before.

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. His hand twisted in my hair, and he brought the belt down again and again, painting my entire ass and then the tops of my thighs.

“I’m sorry!” I cried out. “I’m so sorry!” And I was. For not running away the moment I knew Gregor was in town. But mostly because I found myself in such a humbling position.

Finally, he stopped. The belt fell to the table beside me, but his hand still didn’t leave my hair.

“Do you remember the first time we spoke?” he asked, trailing his fingers over my ass. Heat pulsated in my flesh, but worse, between my thighs as well.

“The christening,” I sniffled.

“That’s right. I remember thinking how much you could benefit from a solid spanking. Not a little hand spanking like I gave you the other night, but a hard belting like this.” His fingers edged between my cheeks. “And I think I was right.”

He dragged his fingers down past my asshole and further still. I tried to clamp my legs together, but with being bent over the way I was, it wasn’t much use.

“I was.” Arrogance dripped from his words, as his fingertips slid through my wet folds.

My entire body clenched. “It’s just a reaction. It means nothing,” I whispered, desperately wishing I could believe it.

“A pussy this wet needs attention, but you were so naughty it would be a bad example to let you have any relief now.” One thick finger glided past my entrance and up into my pussy.

I clenched around him, gritting my teeth to keep my groan to myself.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He turned his finger one way then the other before withdrawing it from my body. He looked down at me, catching my eye as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it between his lips. “And you taste so damn good.”

And just like that, the moment passed. He flipped my dress back down over my tender ass and helped me to my feet. Brushing my hair away from my face, he dragged his knuckles over my cheekbone.

“If you’re a good girl when I get home tonight, we’ll work on a reward for you.”

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