There are no rules for men like them. They just take what they want.
Cain, Hunter, and Cristiano were heirs to some of the richest and most powerful families in the world, men who might as well have been kings. Ten years ago they caught me eavesdropping, and when they were done setting my bare ass on fire with a belt they claimed and ravaged me.
Or at least that’s what happens in the fleeting memories I still have left after the car accident…
Though I’m a successful musician now, wealthy and famous myself, in my heart I know if one of those brutes—let alone all three—ordered me to strip and surrender to them in the most shameful of ways, I wouldn’t even need the threat of another humiliating punishment to obey immediately.
I never expected to see them again, of course… or to find myself naked, wet, and blushing as a ruthless Chicago crime boss takes his time enjoying me along with two of his closest friends.
But even before the memory of their faces returned, my body remembered its masters.
Author: Piper Stone
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Length: 89,000 words
“I will enjoy having you as a little pet.”
Pet? The man was absolutely out of his mind. Or he knows about your stories. “Fuck. You.” I needed to get the hell out of here.
“We’ll get to that. I promise you. Every hole will be used appropriately, leaving you wet and sore.”
Rage tore through me and I jerked my arm back and cracked it across his face. He didn’t react, other than the fire in his eyes burning brighter.
Then he yanked my arms over my head, easily wrapping one massive hand around both wrists. He took a few seconds, allowing his heated gaze to fall, enjoying the fact that he was tormenting me.
“You shouldn’t have done that, but I do like a girl with spirit. It makes breaking them much tastier.”
Breaking me. I’d been lured to the party on purpose. I was certain of it. Why? Was Kelly in on it? If so, why warn me?
“What do want from me?”
“Mmm… your total compliance. Eventually, your complete surrender.”
“A cold day in hell will occur first.” My mouth was dry, my throat starting to close. This entire thing had been nothing but a setup. But for what purpose?
His laugh was throaty, insinuating raw danger as well as primal needs.
Why were my nipples aching, straining against the soft material of my dress?
“That can be arranged, but not before you’re well used.”
I was sick to my stomach, but more so because something stirred deep in my core, a red-hot moment of arousal that embarrassed me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Hunter. And I live up to my name. Are you my little prey, beautiful Sage? I think you are.” He captured my mouth, and I did what I could to push him away. My actions were worthless. When he tried to shove his tongue past my lips, I managed to keep him from doing so, still wiggling in his hold. Then he pressed his thumb under my chin, the move forcing my mouth to open. He thrust his tongue inside, the kiss rough and passionate.