First he took what he needed. Then he took what he wanted.
When Beckham Kennedy burst into my bed and breakfast, this ruthless mafia boss didn’t just demand a place to lay low with no questions asked. He demanded my complete surrender too.
And with my bare ass still on fire from a shameful spanking in front of his men, he got it.
But I grew up in the same world he did, so I know being claimed by this brute means more than just coming so hard I scream his name with every climax he forces from my helpless body.
It means I belong to him.
Now and forever.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 91,400 words
Excerpt
I was trying to learn how to breathe all over again as he crawled between my legs. The man had no need to position his cock. He simply drove it inside my pussy. The ache was real, so ripped full of current I knew I screamed out fully and completely, but my mind was a foggy blur.
He planted his arms on either side of me, his upper lip curling on both sides. His eyes were even more piercing than before, never blinking as he fucked me long and hard.
How could he have so much control? How could he be this hard so soon? Too many questions muddled my mind that didn’t need answers.
I was just about ready to squeeze my muscles in my Herculean effort to resume some control when he pulled all the way out, wagging his finger at me, his smile getting bigger.
As he flipped me over onto all fours, he cracked his hand against my backside several times. The stimulation pulled at every part of me. I dropped my head, placed into a beautiful lull as he brought me to the brink of total surrender.
That occurred when he jammed his thumb inside of my asshole, pumping several times. The pain was nothing like it had been before.
Only a few seconds passed before it was obvious he was too far gone, his needs returning. As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock into my dark hole, he wrapped his fingers around my hair, using the long strands as a leash.
And he rode me long and savagely like a horse, pushing at every button of decency and desire. So much of my life had been filled with hiding who I was, doing my best to deny my heritage. Now I was able to confide in a man who was likely one of a few who could completely understand my reason for hiding the information and for cringing every time our family name was mentioned.
It was an insane moment of feeling even freer than I had before, completely devoid of the heavy weights wearing me down over the years. I was breathless, happy, and it didn’t make any sense.
Beckham rubbed his fingers down my spine, whispering words that were so filthy I felt a flush of heat creeping up both sides of my face.
“You’re my little whore. I’m going to enjoy fucking you every single day. You will obey me. If not, you will be punished.”
There was a different lilt to his voice even if it was still dark and dangerous.
Just like the man.
I was so into the moment I couldn’t care less about anything else around us.
But us.
If there really was such a thing.
Beads of his sweat dripped down to my back, rolling ever so gently off both sides. I knew almost instantly when he was losing all the stamina that had kept him going. It had seemed he was on a mission to claim every inch of me, ensuring I knew there really was no chance at turning back.
No matter the brutality, the concern, or the uncertainty about our future, I felt safer than I had in a very long time.
If not my entire life.
And as he made the most animalistic sounds to date, all I could was smile, enjoying the insane feeling of his hot seed filling my darkest hole.
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