Before he made me say my vows, he made me his.
I was barely holding myself together after my brother’s death, but grief turned to shock when I learned the terms of his will. To claim my inheritance, I’ll have to marry.
And not just any man, either. I’ve been promised to Dimitri Dragunov.
My first instinct is defiance, but disobeying a powerful Russian mafia boss has consequences.
Like being bent bare-assed over his desk and spanked until I promise to say my vows like a good girl, then screaming my soon-to-be-husband’s name as he rides me brutally hard with my hair gripped tight in his fist.
But he doesn’t just expect my obedience. He demands my full surrender.
Body, mind, and soul.
Author: Measha Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 59,900 words
Excerpt
“Dmitri, don’t! Just don’t!” I swing my arm back, but he easily catches it and pins it to my back. He’s had to let go of my hair to manage it, but the pain in my scalp has only been transferred to the strain on my shoulder.
“I warned you, but you wanted to push. Now we’re here.” He moves to my left side, his grip on my hand pressing down into my back.
“I will never forgive you!” I shout, but it’s no deterrent for a man like him.
A sharp thwack hits my ears a millisecond before the pain of his hand spanking my ass cheek registers.
“Ow!” I increase my fight, but there’s no use. I kick my feet, trying to touch the floor enough to aid in my struggle.
Another smack and then another. He spanks my left cheek then the right, keeping to this pattern for several more swats.
“Stop it! Stop!” I scream. “Let me up!”
Another heavy sigh.
“No, not until you’ve learned your lesson. And it seems we’re far from there.” He goes right back to spanking me, except now there’s no pattern. He spanks randomly, and harder.
No amount of wiggling will get me out of this, and the pain is growing with each smack. My ass burns, white-hot pain with each new smack.
I kick my legs out, but now from the ache.
“Please!” I cry out when he moves his focus lower, now swatting my upper thighs. “It hurts!”
“Yes.” He’s back to one-word answers.
“Stop.”
“No.” He readjusts his grip on my hand, shifting his position beside me. Through his slacks, his hard cock presses against my hip and I freeze.
“Dmitri, please.” I gasp for air. “I’ll be good. I promise!”
“What does that mean? How will you be good? Will you finally admit we’re getting married?” His hand rests on my ass and the contact makes my skin hotter.
I swallow hard. I won’t lie.
“No. Not that, but I won’t… Dmitri!”
He starts up again, spanking me hard, in rapid succession, covering every inch of my ass and thighs.
I’m left breathless again, tears streaming down my face when he stops.
“We are getting married, Amelia. Tomorrow. And until you vow to stop fighting it, you’ll be bent over my desk. But I wouldn’t take too much longer. Your ass is getting very red.”
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