Before he took me captive, I was already his.
I knew better than to get mixed up with a billionaire Greek mafia kingpin, but Christos Nomikos didn’t give me a choice.
Not when he carried me off to his estate for my protection, not when he belted my bare ass for running away, and not when he made me come harder than I ever have in my life for him.
But as he pushes me down over the back of his couch to take me the only way he hasn’t yet, I can’t deny the shameful truth.
Even if I had a choice, I’d still be his.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 100,800 words
Excerpt
Everything about removing my belt seemed cathartic. Her eyes followed my every movement and when the belt was free, she lifted her head as anticipation tore through her. Being able to tease her as she’d consistently done to me was a great joy. She also managed to bring out the sadistic side of me I allowed few women to see or experience.
I snapped the belt on the floor. Her reaction only further pushed my buttons. As I advanced, she continued teasing her body, flexing her fingers open as she rubbed her palms across her nipples.
Her actions created a wave of need so significant, I nearly tore the rest of my clothes away. Once I was naked, she offered an appreciative sigh. Damn if the woman didn’t have a way of making a man feel like a god.
With the belt in my hand, I closed the distance, rubbing the thick end along her arm. She didn’t budge as I shifted around her, trailing the belt against her skin as I did. I delivered a single brutal crack across her bottom and she moaned, throwing back her head as the sensations tore through her.
Unable to resist, I did so again. And again. Just seeing the way her body reacted fueled me. After one additional crack of the strap, I moved around to face her again, showing her the belt before tossing it aside. She knew what my actions had meant.
I’d spank her luscious bottom any time I believed it necessary.
Valencia had a way of being able to shock me. She did so again when she slammed both her hands against my chest, the force used tossing me back by several inches. She laughed and rushed away from me, thinking she could get away. She obviously had no idea how significant my hunger was.
I caught her arm immediately, whipping her around to face me as I took three long strides toward the exterior wall. When I shoved her against the surface, she gave me a wicked look while smashing her fists against my chest.
My need surpassed my ability to maintain control. I ripped her arms over her head without hesitation, wrapping one hand around her small wrists. She was like a bird in a cage, fragile and vulnerable while insisting her voice be heard.
“Bastard. You don’t own me.”
“Are you certain about that, sweet angel? I think you need to look again.” I drove her further up the wall and her look of surprise at my strength was followed by a nervous laugh.
She fought to throw her legs around my waist, still struggling as if it was possible to free herself of my hold. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, stroking my cock for a few seconds before pressing the tip up and down the length of her slickened pussy.
“I know I’m right,” she managed, her chest rising and falling with every word spoken.
“Maybe so. But you love every inch of me.” As if to prove a point, I drove my shaft deep into her molten pussy.
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