A Taste of Given

You know how I love my mafia stories, but I do like mixing them up a little. What would happen if there is a powerful group of families living in the Hamptons, their wealth and influence controlling many of the top politicians and corporate moguls? What if they live by a code, a Sacred Sect where female babies born within the group are given a special box? And what if that box contains wealth beyond imagination or…  Well, you’ll just have to read to find out.

Take a taste and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

GIVEN

SYNOPSIS

I didn’t ask her to marry me. It wasn’t up to her. She has always been mine.given_full

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner my bride learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place.

But it isn’t the sting of my belt that will truly tame her. It is what follows that will leave her in no doubt she belongs to me. That part will be long, hard, and shameful… and she will beg for it.

THEIR MOTTO

A powerful Council. Five men dedicated to keeping a tradition over a century old. Five men prepared to do what it took to harbor secrets. They held absolute control over dozens of industries, with the ability to destroy anyone who refused to play by their rules.

Only their firstborn sons were allowed to take their place.

Danger…

The majority of people went through life never experiencing the concept.

They never feared for their lives or those of their loved ones.

Danger was something seen on the media, tragedies happening to others.

They believed they were safe from the treachery of ruthless monsters.

But they were wrong…

The Sacred Sect will always be watching.

EXCERPT

Christian

Hunger.

Need.

Anger.

They were all rolled into one, bitter emotions furrowing in my stomach. A threat. All these years she’d thought I’d threatened her. I’d been nothing but a dark and demanding young man with a desire for power, my obsessive needs unfolding on that very day. Maybe I had issued more of a warning than anything. She’d seemed so innocent, so damn frail. I’d seen her through the years, had known she looked up to me more than any of the other growing boys within the community.

Maybe my words had been my last effort at holding onto the goodness in my heart, as well as her life. Perhaps I’d been trying to save both.

I snickered at the thought as I entered my office, finding Stephanie standing in all her glory, her body language tense. She hated me. There was no way around her true feelings, even if yearning was captured in her expression and those dazzling eyes of hers.

What I was beginning to understand was our marriage had been intended to bring our families together.

I studied Stephanie’s facial features, her emerald eyes mere pools of darkness as she glared at me. I’d barely managed to keep my hands off her through all the bullshit surrounding the wedding, but certain pomp and circumstances were required. Now I had her all to myself, if only for a few minutes.

She stood her ground as I walked closer. There was no fear in her expression. In fact, I gathered a sense of desire burning within her. I’d felt the crackling electricity at the church, the rapid thudding of her pulse. I wanted her hot and wet, craving my cock. I shifted as my balls tightened once again, the longing difficult to contain. She remained quiet, studying me more out of curiosity than anything else.

Perhaps drawing her own line in the sand.

Her insubordinate nature only made me want her that much more.

I crowded her space, drinking in the exotic essence of her perfume. When I lifted my hand, only then did she make a single sound, a slight moan pushing past her lips. I used the tip of my index finger to slide a stray strand of hair from her cheek, the tip imbedded in her glossy lipstick.

She remained stiff as I eased the hair behind her ear, taking my time to tangle my fingers in her long strands. “You’re frightened of me,” I said quietly.

“No, Christian. I’m not frightened of anyone.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Every part of me was tingling as I swept my fingertips down the length of her arm, delighting in the warm flush creeping along her jaw. “I will admit, you are incredibly beautiful.”

“And you’re nothing but a monster.”

The comment was meant to catch me off guard. Instead, it drove me to yet another level of need as well as fueling my obsession. I slid my hand around her throat, pulling her forward, my fingers digging into her skin. “Maybe I am, but this monster is the one who owns you.”

“That will never mean anything to me. Never.” Her words were frank, cold but her body betrayed her.

“I can smell your desire, Stephanie. I can tell how much you hunger for my touch. My cock. My domination. One day you will submit to me willingly, but I have no problem taking you when and how I want.”

She laughed even though the sound was stilted. “Willingly? That will never happen. You are trulya bastard.”

I lowered my head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, taking several deep breaths as I controlled the internal beast ready to consume her right here, in the middle of my office. “We shall see about that; however, I will not allow you to speak to me that way. You will be respectful at all times.”

“Or what?”

“Or punishment will be swift and harsh.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded.

“Your husband.” I crushed my lips over hers, my hunger raging off the charts. I’d never felt so connected to anyone, the effect leaving my mind buzzing and my heart racing. I could almost taste the shame on her lips, so reluctant to yield to me.

She’d become such an amazing woman, no longer the sickly girl who’d taken my breath away even then.

She slapped her hands against my chest, pushing hard in an effort to get away. She should already know better. I would never let her go.

I slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her onto her tiptoes as I thrust my tongue past her lips. The taste of her was exactly what I needed, fulfilling at least a portion of my desire, enough to keep my thirst quenched until the stifling guests were forced to leave.

Even if my cock was aching like a son of a bitch.

She clung to me with one hand, still using the other to push hard, trying desperately to break the connection, but there was such heat building between us, igniting a passion that was blinding in its intensity.

I became like a crazed man, ready to feast on her sweet pussy, shoving my cock into every hole. I wanted her on her knees sucking my balls. I craved her riding me like a wild stallion and I longed to shove my shaft deep into her tight little asshole. I allowed my hold on her neck to soften, caressing her skin as she trembled in my arms.

Using a single finger, I slid the edge of her dress down her arm as I eased her against my desk. My mind reeled from the thought of bending her over the thick wooden surface, spanking her tight little ass until she cried out my name.

She whimpered into the kiss, still fighting me although she’d parted her legs, as if giving me permission to taste and take.

I planned on doing both.

I broke the kiss, dragging my lips down to her neck as I eased my hand into the bodice of her dress. The feel of her swollen nipple in my fingers was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. I couldn’t help myself, taking the tender bud between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting until she cried out.

Her head was lolled back, her eyelids half closed. Then she reached back, grabbing the edge of the desk with one hand, her breathing ragged.

Sweet music to my ears.

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Piper

One last thing. I have a new audible book – the third in the Mafia Masters series – Forced to Cooperate narrated by the fabulous Jack Calihan. It’s available on the Audible platform and I hope you’ll take a listen.

forcedtocooperate_audibleI’m going to make her pay. Then I’m going to make her mine.

Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She’s just the first I let live. Now she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson.

She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: she never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.

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My Fabulous Guest – Shanna Handel

I have a delicious guest for you today and I’m highlighting the fifth book in her juicy Billionaire Mafia Romance series – Surrender. Let’s welcome the lovely and amazing Shanna Handel! Yes, you can read them as stand alone but why not purchase the entire series? AND it’s FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription!

Let’s jump right in. 

SURRENDER

SYNOPSIS

I’m a grown woman, not a little girl in need of a chaperone… or a spanking.I came here to visit a friend, not to be manhandled by some Greek god.He had no business scolding me, let alone smacking my bottom right there in the street.So why did him threatening to take off his belt leave my panties soaked?

She’s an outsider, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take her over my knee.I could tell this girl needed a firm hand the moment I set eyes on her.She doesn’t know how things Surrenderare done around here, but she’ll learn soon enough.As long as we’re on my turf, she’s mine to protect… and mine to do with as I please.

EXCERPT

Hannah

His hand smooths over my fiery ass. Cups the curve of my bottom. He starts to spank the

tender place where my ass meet the tops of my thighs with soft little spanks. They’re gentle and sensual and make my pussy drip with arousal. Mewing noises rise in the back of my throat. The little spanks fool me as the first stripe of the belt did. Then the spanks get harder, sharper, faster.

Peppering every inch of that sensitive area. Stinging my skin. Making my pussy weep and beg.

“Spread your legs.” He’s stopped spanking now and is rolling my panties down around my ankles. I can’t imagine what he has in store for me next—but I know what I want. I part my thighs further. The plug moves as I do. Stretching and pulling and only adding to my desire. The cool air caresses the hot wetness of my slick folds. I catch the scent of my own arousal. I feel his gaze appraising between my legs. “Beautiful.”

I hear the dropping of his trousers. I feel the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Only because you’ve done so well taking your punishment.” He gives a dark chuckle as his fingers dig into my hips. His cock finds my slick entrance. The head pressing against my tight pussy. One rough shove and he’s inside of me. As his cock fills my pussy, my breath catches in my throat.

The plug.

His already huge member has me absolutely stretched to capacity with the space the plug is taking up in my core. I’m whimpering, my clit pulsing as he slowly retracts, then gives another hard, full thrust, filling me to capacity.

He pumps hard as he tightens his hold on my hips. His huge cock slams in and out of my slippery sheath. The pulsing nub between my folds bumps up against the firm leather pommel with each thrust, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my overly stimulated body. My fingernails dig into the pommel horse. My eyes squeeze shut. My mouth gapes.

The orgasm building within me is more powerful than I’d dreamed one could be. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor as he fucks me, over and over and over. Every time his hips meet my ass, the plug gets a little push. My clit another rough caress. My sheath tightens around him. Milking him for every ounce of pleasure. Heat covers my body, my breaths come in fast pants. Perspiration trickles between my heavy breasts as I finally experience the sweet release of climax.

Over and over again.

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What if He’s Your Bounty?

I do love my strong female characters and my latest book is no exception. She’s a former law enforcement officer turned bounty hunter. And the man she’s hunting? Someone she shared a blip in time with. Is he dangerous? Yes. Is he dominating? Oh, hell, yes, but there are secrets and lies behind the mission she accepted. Hmmm… As always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

BOUNTY

EXCERPT

Stone

They say treachery is a disease, one that will eat you alive, cell by cell, bone by bone. I’d bounty_bwplayed the game of pretend for far too long, uncertain of who I was any longer. One aspect held true without question.

I’d turned into one dangerous man.

“You’re one worthless piece of shit, Marks, nothing but a dangerous asshole. I would have never believed you would turn. You were a hero, well respected. How the fuck did those bastards get to you?”

“I’m no hero, Simmons. According to you, just a dirty agent.”

“Damn it! You were my partner once and my friend,” Parker hissed as he rubbed his eyes. Yeah, Parker Simmons had indeed been a friend, a man I could count on for years. We’d gone through the academy together, recruited in much the same manner. Both heroes as soldiers in an army fighting evil. What the hell did that matter now? I’d been labeled a criminal while he’d gone onto greater things, head of the entire freaking DEA.

I held my shoulders back, the adrenaline still flowing from being wrestled to the ground, the officers finding joy in beating on one of their own. Maybe I had been undercover for far too long. “Now I’m just a piece of shit. Do what you need to do, Director.”

The memory was one I’d been able to push away up until now. Maybe I didn’t want to remember anything about my former life.

Was I only a shadow of the man I’d been two years ago? The answer wasn’t one I was proud of. I’d worked as nothing more than a grunt for the Red Devils for fourteen months, clawing my way up to a trusted soldier. The glorified street gang had grown significantly over the years, turning more into a mafia-like organization with a man called El Capitan at the helm. As far as I was concerned, Michael David was nothing more than a Gambini lackey.

The mixed breed Italian-born street thug had his sights set on joining the infamous Gambini mafia family, as if Don Carmine Gambini would allow that to happen. I knew all the asshole’s secrets, not that it mattered any longer. I’d been betrayed.

The volume of drugs the Red Devils had brought into the country had been significant, but the man was smart, not just your everyday street thug. El Capitan had washed the money in legitimate businesses, altering his methods of operations several times, many I hadn’t been privileged at learning about. However, I’d been observant, realizing that as intelligent as El Capitan was, he certainly had others backing him, prominent and very influential members of the posh Chicago society.

There were several high-ranking officials from Chicago to points west getting rich off the ‘legitimate’ businesses. Sadly, I had no names and only limited evidence, but I’d been gaining traction until my gut had told me that my cover had been blown. Even Carmine Gambini hadn’t made the kind of inroads that the El Capitan had, something that certainly had to piss off the larger than life Don.

Up to that point, the El Capitan had been impressed with my skills. With that nod of reverence, I’d been afforded the perks. Money. Nightclubs. Even a rather posh apartment. All while building evidence against their organization. And right now? The evidence I’d acquired was likely to go with me to the grave. Maybe I’d gotten too soft.

Or too dangerous.

Whatever the case, this was some unexpected shit. I’d never even considered state prosecutors would send a bounty hunter, let alone a woman. No, I had to correct myself. One sexy as fuck woman. She’d actually caught me off guard, something that never happened. During my limited incarceration, I’d been able to avoid the brutal shower room events because of my intense training and quick observations. Though I wouldn’t have thought twice about slicing some useless inmate for even considering touching me.

The worst part?

I remembered every inch of her sexy body; her rounded hips and small waist, the way her long legs had wrapped around me as I’d fucked her, almost as brutally all those years before. She’d been nothing more than a fantasy then, a moment of raw passion at a time I needed the closeness. What we’d shared had been incredible, a sweet memory I’d kept alive at night for years.

I never wanted her to remember the man from before.

Anger rushed through me, the damn aspect of karma almost too much to deal with. Why did she have to be the one to try to take me down?

This girl had managed to slide past my defenses, finding me in a vulnerable state—trying to get my fucking life back together as well as gain the evidence I needed. This whole shit storm had played out like a thriller novel, only I was getting the short end of the stick. The out of nowhere snowstorm had left me in a pinch. My sixth sense had been useful, notifying me that I was being followed even before she thought she’d cornered me. I’d watched her, observing her actions, studying her training.

She was damn good. I’d have to give her that. Another sickening part about the last two days since the moment I’d recognized her?

I’d hungered for her, falling into a fitful sleep while imagining all the savage things I wanted to do to her body. My cock had remained hard almost the entire time. I’d had no way of knowing who she worked for. There were several options, including the Red Devils. She could be a hired gun for them or the Gambinis instead of the Justice Department. What she hadn’t realized was my level of training, the ability to disappear without a trace.

But I’d made a single mistake, thinking she’d lost sight of her prey.

Letting my guard down to partake in copious amounts of alcohol and a hardcore game of poker at a local dive bar had seemed the least of my worries. She was an artist at tracking to have caught me again.

An honor.

There hadn’t been a single officer of the law in any precinct, district, or federal organization that had managed to hunt me down, including the DEA. Now her. Or maybe I should ask, why her? Maybe somebody had made the connection to our past. If so, they were playing a sick and twisted game. I’d taken several precautions as I’d headed west, but nothing was foolproof.

Perhaps I’d just made the ultimate mistake of my career, cementing my death sentence. I’d turned the tables, shackling and fucking her. I’d always known she belonged to me, my desire roaring to the surface even more than before. There was something about her that unleashed the dark demons festering inside of me.

Almost innocent.

Definitely a fighter.

A woman I craved possessing.

Yeah, I was going to fry in the electric chair.

SYNOPSIS

She came to collect a bounty. She got my belt instead.

I went undercover to take down a mob boss and ended up betrayed, framed, and on the run. Harper Rollins tried to bring me in, but instead of collecting a bounty she earned herself a hard spanking and then an even rougher lesson that left her cute bottom sore in a very different way.

She’s not one to give up on a paycheck, but that’s fine by me. It just means I’ll have plenty more chances to welt her beautiful backside and then make her scream her surrender into the sheets.

What do you think? Pretty delicious, isn’t he? I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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If you missed my last release, the first in one SIZZLING shifter series, hmmm…

CARNAL

Claiming a human is forbidden, but that will not keep her from me. A beast takes his mate.

For centuries we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal carnal_fullinstincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect.

But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn’t teach her to obey then she’ll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

There is a legend, one grown of darkness and strife, rage and abomination.

Creatures so powerful, they are feared above all others.

Predators whose hunger knows no bounds.

The Wolfen.

But as legends go, the stories become tall tales told around campfires.

Until no one believes them any longer.

That is until they are faced with the truth…

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Carnal – The Wolfen

I have a brand new start of one HOT paranormal series, the first book HOT off the presses. I do adore shifters, but it’s been a while since I’ve written about them. For the world of the Wolfen, things aren’t always as they seem, even if they are the premier creature on Earth…

CARNAL

Max 

“Open your legs for me, Kathleen.” The moment she hesitated, I delivered a series of hard smacks on her naked bottom.

She moaned, blinking several times, finally succumbing. “Yes, sir.” As she opened her legs, her hands flew to her breasts in an attempt to cover her hard, rosy nipples.

I growled, my thirst growing as I climbed onto the bed. “I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” As I hunkered down, dragging my roughcarnal_full tongue along the edges of her swollen folds, her whimper and her quivering body were my reward. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“Jesus,” I hissed, almost disgusted from the vision, vivid images floating through my mind in a constant reel. I’d thought about nothing but taking her in a primal manner, a match to the beast I truly was. I’d awakened from yet another dream, soaked in sweat and my hunger off the charts. I’d almost transformed in an effort to find some sense of satisfaction.

Control was getting to be difficult.

A growl remained in my throat, low-slung and husky as the beast hungered to breach the surface. Here I was, stalking her like some damn predator.

You are…

I heard every sound on the busy street as I rounded the corner, the ridiculous conversations as people scampered to their required destinations. I noticed every nuance of the men and women walking hundreds of yards away, my keen vision able to detect the pulsing of their throats, the very lifeblood they had flowing.

At this point, I needed a couple of shots of bourbon to squelch the increasing thirst.

I fisted my mouth, shoving aside what many considered to be my natural tendencies. If what I suspected was correct, I would need every ounce of control in order to keep my promise to myself.

I was a fool to think taking her would be that easy. Kathleen Kelly would indeed fight me every step of the way. I rubbed my hand through my hair before holding it into the hint of moonlight, although I didn’t need any light to hone in on every line and pore. Every sense was heightened, even on edge. I crossed the street, heading down the sidewalk. She lived close to the city in an area that most would consider dangerous, yet she didn’t seem to care. The woman acted fearless, refusing to acknowledge any safety concerns.

After moving past several of the homes, I remained on the corner, still able to easily gaze into one of her windows. I could tell she’d recently moved in given the number of boxes piled against one of the walls, the reason I hadn’t seen her in the neighborhood before.

My father told me everything happened for a reason and only when we could handle the significance.

I’d been reduced to a man stalking a woman I barely knew. What the hell was wrong with me?

The big, bad wolf indeed.

You will succumb to me in every way, surrendering your body, your heart, and your soul to my darkest desires. There will be no turning back, no escaping my savage needs. And you will be punished for every infraction.

I snarled after thinking the words, although every one of them was true.

Predator.

An animal that naturally preys on others.

The definition was one I knew well, a brutal desire I’d felt my entire life, the kind of hunger that burned deep within my very soul. If it weren’t for centuries of evolved humanity, my kind would live on their primal needs alone.

Still, there were some who would call me a dangerous man—correction, a monstrous beast. I thought about my earlier confrontation with Stone, knowing my interrogation wouldn’t go over well with the other Nightwalkers, but my visit had been necessary. I’d never allowed a criminal to go free and I wasn’t about to allow that to happen now. I snickered at the thought.

While Brody Miller was still on the run, it wouldn’t be long until he was apprehended. If Stone was lying, he’d connect with Brody within hours. Stone’s mechanic’s shop would be under twenty-four-hour surveillance. He wouldn’t dare allow the fucker to come within two miles of the Nightwalker village for fear of my wrath.

I was ruthless in both my profession and my personal life. Others would simply say I had an innate gut instinct for my job, my hardcore abilities necessary in a profession I’d come to love. I took no shit, refusing to allow anyone to engage in excuses. Because of my fierce nature, I was considered a top notch detective, yet I alienated almost everyone I came into contact with.

As if I gave a shit.

Yet I was damn proud I was extremely good at my chosen profession. I collected human monsters with ease, shoving them behind bars of steel, stripping them of their ability to destroy any additional lives. But I was even worse.

Brutal.

Savage.

Unforgiving.

Which member of my team would be required to hunt me down?

And they would if legends were to be believed, one day our kind would all return to our primitive state.

Then everything would change.

We had our share of enemies, certain factions of humans who truly believed in the prophecy of werewolves, although the term was one we loathed. There were also other species of wolves who would fight us to the death for superiority. And the legend lived on through the eyes of authors and movie producers.

I chuckled as I gathered a whiff of the light breeze. The wondrous stories told over copious glasses of wine grew larger than life with every telling. If the ancient scrolls and the myths were to be believed, we were only years away from that occurrence. Hell, no, not on my watch. I’d heard all the rumors about the disease that had brought us into existence rearing its dormant head, forcing us back into creatures of the night. Sighing, I closed my eyes briefly, my gut telling me everything was about to change.

On this dark and chilly night, I was on edge, much more so than normal. Although I was unaccustomed to giving in to my own nature, I was forced to admit the various fragrances from exotic perfumes to cooking oil were a pungent reminder my senses were highly sensitized and had been for hours.

The reason was simple—a beautiful woman.

All I could think about was taking her, tasting her.

Fucking her.

Ravaging her.

My true destiny.

I remained where I was, watching as one light was switched off, another turned on. She was preparing to exit for the night, leaving a warm glow to fend off would-be criminals. Little did she know the devil himself was hiding in plain sight. I pictured her kitchen, the exquisite yet stark appliances, so very much like the woman hiding behind the mask. I knew the layout of the tidy little space, every dimension and exit by heart.

And I’d never been inside the quaint single-story house.

As the swirl of clouds swept past the almost full moon, every inch of my body was alive. Every blood cell sizzling from extreme heat. Every muscle aching. Every tendon stretched to the snapping point. I was close to turning, but it had nothing to do with a ridiculous gothic myth, a grizzly ghost story told around campfires in the middle of the night. The full moon meant fucking nothing to our kind.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Bull Riding Cowboy Doctor? Oh Yeah…

I thought I’d mix it up a bit. You know how much I adore my dark and dangerous men. Well, what about a rugged cowboy bull riding champion who just happens to be a doctor? What if he’s also dominating as heck, taking no shit from anyone, including the upstart female determined to claim his championship? Hmmm…

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HARD RIDE

EXCERPT

Holland

“You’re out of your mind.” I issued the words, shocked that he’d think something horrible like a spanking was acceptable in anyone’s society.

“I’m not the thief,” Montana said without emotion. He kept his heated gaze moving up hardride_fulland down the length of my body, no doubt undressing me with his eyes.

I folded my arms, smiling just as sweetly as I had before. “Not a chance, cowboy. You’re not my master.”

“Well, it’s obvious you need harsh discipline.”

“And why is that?”

He inched even closer until I gathered a whiff of his cologne, the scent just as vibrant and masculine as when I’d entered the house. Everything about the man was intoxicating as well as infuriating. “You have a caustic mouth. You believe yourself to be entitled. You refuse to follow rules. You push every button. You are careless, enough so you could get yourself killed in the arena and you don’t seem to give a shit. Would you like me to go on?”

I had to admit, he was right about the majority of items on his list, but at least one pissed me the hell off. “You’re the entitled one. You think because you’ve won countless rodeos that your shit doesn’t stink. You treat everyone with disrespect, as if they’re lower on the totem pole than you. Well, that shit just doesn’t fly with the majority of people, no matter how popular you pretend to be.”

His eyes flared the same anger I’d seen every time we talked. If he got any closer, his lips would be pressed against mine.

Not a bad thought.

Wait a minute. How in the hell could I crave a man like him? And why was my body reacting, betraying me as if I was a girl with some crush? I took a decided step backwards, my butt hitting the edge of the desk.

It was his turn to smile, even though his gorgeous eyes still held the same level of venom. “As I said. It’s your choice. This is a free country after all.”

I held my own, keeping my body stance almost like a fighter would, prepared to throw hard punches at any moment. However, I had no answer. The two choices weren’t acceptable. Then again, he had me dead to rights, having broken into his home.

Montana shook his head, sliding his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, as if I had a right to demand anything.

He held out his index finger before sliding it across the screen. With one press of a button, he took a deep breath. “Yes, will you connect me with Sheriff Sikes?” He tapped his foot. “Yes, I’ll wait. I’m very happy to wait.”

All the years I’d spend trying to dig myself out of a wretched hole flashed into my mind. All the years of working to achieve a single goal. All the years of being afraid of everything, distrusting everyone. The images and thoughts flew into my mind like a bullet straight from hell. “Wait a minute. Don’t do that. Please. Okay?” I’ll do what you ask.I wasn’t entirely certain I was ready for his brand of justice.

Hesitating, his look stern, he furrowed his brow before lowering his phone, ending the call. “So, you accept your punishment?”

“Punishment. I’m not the bad girl you think I am.”

“Really? You seem to be a manipulative girl who won’t take no for an answer. From what I can tell, you’ve gotten everything you wanted in your life. Daddy’s little princess?”

“How dare you!” I countered, ready to punch him in the gut.

“Because I’m not the criminal and I can tell about girls like you, sweetheart. You think your shit doesn’t stink.”

This time I didn’t hesitate, punching him square in the gut, ready to launch into a series of targeted kicks if he hadn’t grabbed my wrists, pulling them over my head.

“Nice try, sweetheart. You’re no match for me.”

I struggled, huffing and puffing but the man was far too strong. “You’re an asshole.”

“I think you said that already.” Snarling, he shoved me back, shaking his head as he rubbed his forehead. “You need to be locked in a cage.”

Been there, done that.

I almost spouted off the words. “You really are a nasty man.”

“Yeah? Take a number because I’ve heard that shit before.” He paced the floor for a few seconds before snapping his head in my direction. “You know, I would have been happy to teach you the ropes, even give you some private lessons but every time you open your mouth, you issue nasty words. I think you’re terrified of truly asking anyone for help, using your arrogance as a method of hiding. Am I wrong?”

I couldn’t answer, my throat clenched almost shut.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I thought. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”

“As if you should talk, asshole.”

Exhaling, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, finally shoving his phone into his pocket. “Why would I want to help you in any manner?”

Once again, he’d seen through the solid steel mask into the wayward girl inside. “Because I asked you.” I heard the tentative tone in my voice and loathed the weakness.

“You’re going to receive a hard spanking then we will never speak of this again. Understood?”

I nodded like the wicked child he’d portrayed me to be. This was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to me. Thank God, no one else would know about the shame I was going to be forced to endure. “Just get it over with.” I turned around, placing my hands on the desk, huffing and cursing under my breath.

“Not so fast. As I said, we do things the cowboy way.”

“Meaning what?” Asshole. Jerkoff. Disgrace to women.The nasty thoughts lingered in my mind.

“Take off your jeans and panties. I assume you wear panties,” he commanded, the same dark and stormy voice sending more than just a thrill through me. My entire body was tingling, my pussy quivering.

This was ridiculous. He was just a man and a horrible excuse for one at that.

“Over my dead body.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“You seem to be hardheaded as they come. You absolutely need a controlling hand in your life, a man who takes no shit.” Instead of being exasperated, Montana was far too calm, as if he knew exactly what I needed.

“And I guess you’re that man.”

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Sierra

Blood.

A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.

A dangerous man.

A ruthless monster.

A heartless criminal.

I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no madetobeg_fullregard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.

But him.

Dominating.

Sexy.

Possessive.

The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.

“Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.”He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.

The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now, I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.

And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.

He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.

Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.

And he’d once been my lover.

“Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”

I didn’t even remember placing the glass on the table, but I wasn’t certain I had to strength to pick it up again and God, I needed the damn bourbon. What was happening to me? I wrung my hands, staring at the blood on the towel, another round of horror wrapping its bony fingers around my neck. How in the hell had I gotten myself in this predicament? I shivered to my very core, my heart racing to the point the sound of the beats echoed in my ear. I hadn’t intended on coming here but the moment I was in the cab, Lorenzo’s address was the only thing I’d been able to remember or say.

I was dirty, filthy and disgusted with myself, so cold that I could barely breathe. I darted a look in his direction, finding it entirely too weird that I found him so attractive at this moment. By all rights, I should fear him as much as the monstrous asshole I’d come across. I’d been chasing a story for almost six months, a series of horrific crimes I’d been able to link to one man. I’d just needed a last confirmation and nothing more, instead stumbling onto a murder scene. Not murder. Slaughter. And I’d frozen. A weak and helpless girl.

I’d known I was in over my head, but my adrenaline and drive refused to be denied. The informant I’d talked to had promised me a story of a lifetime. My fucking fifteen minutes of desired fame had almost cost me my life.

No, it likely would cost me my life unless a gangster agreed to help me. I didn’t want to die but I also knew the chance I was taking in accepting any assistance from Lorenzo. Favors he didn’t do. He merely took what he wanted.

Just like he had four years before.

Fucking me.

Spanking me.

Using me.

Oh, God. Oh, God. What was I doing here?

I looked down, trying to find the courage to even speak. I’d never been weak, had always been the girl to take chances, enjoying and savoring adventures. I was a black belt in karate, had a concealed weapons permit. Where the hell was my gun now? Taken. God, it had been taken from me. I was like some sniveling little girl unable to find her voice.

Lorenzo sighed and walked to the couch, keeping his distance yet sitting beside me. “Whatever happened tonight, you can tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you gotta open your mouth, doll. There isn’t another way.”

I could only nod like some bobblehead doll.

He picked up my glass, gently tugging one of my hands from the cloth and positioning the tumbler so I could wrap my fingers around the thick crystal. When I didn’t move, he lifted my arm for me, pushing the rim to my lips. “Take a few sips so you can calm down.”

I obeyed him just like I’d done before, licking drops of liquor before taking a few tentative sips. Then gulps.

Lorenzo muttered under his breath as he eased the bloody rag to the table. “Okay, that’s enough.” He forced the glass away from my mouth and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him shaking his head. “Sierra, what the fuck happened?”

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

I counted all the way to ten before I was able to answer. “I witnessed a horrific murder.”

He issued another deep sigh. “If you only witnessed it then why are you covered in blood?”

“Because…” I started, shaking even more. After a few additional seconds, I was able to look into his eyes. “Because I was right there when he issued the killing blows, savagely plunging the knife over and over again into the guy. The poor boy was screaming, begging for my help. I tried. I really tried to help him, but I couldn’t. I just….” I gasped for air, unable to finish the sentence. I could still hear the monster’s laugh as he chased me, only I knew he had no intention of killing me then.

He would wait.

He would hunt.

And he would capture me.

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They bought me at auction. They’ll keep me as a pet.

Twenty years ago the Malzeons saved us when we were at the brink of self-annihilation, but there was a price for their intervention. They demanded humans as servants… and as pets.

Only criminals were supposed to be offered to the aliens for their use, but when I defied auctioned_fullEarth’s government, asking questions that no one else would dare to ask, I was sold to them at auction.

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Casey 

“I can’t wait to see you punished. It will be such a joy.”

Fuck you. I will kill you.

Clang. Clang.

What was that noise? What was happening to me?

I struggled to breathe, my chest heavy, but slowly the memories began to slide into my foggy brain. I’d been abducted.

Blinking, I tried to figure out where I’d been taken. This had to be hell.

There were no screams of any kind, only agonizing whimpers coming from all around me. I finally managed to open my eyes, biting back a moan. Pain enveloped every inch of my system, making breathing difficult. When I was finally able to focus, I struggled to move to a sitting position. I was in a jail cell. Correction, I was in a glorified cage and I wasn’t alone.

There were at least ten other women with me, every one of them wearing haunted eyes, some covered in what had to be weeks of grime. Every female was naked, vulnerable to the captors. And I could tell many of them had been punished more than once.

For the first time in years, I was terrified.

I tried to scan their faces to see if there was anyone I recognized; the damn missing persons cases I’d been assigned. My boss must have thought I was incapable of piecing together the pieces. The poor girls had been taken for nothing more than their concern regarding the government. My gut had told me that weeks ago. Now they would pay the ultimate price.

Aliens.

Was I being sent to their planet to live out my life as a slave?

“We will be victorious. We are strong, virulent people!”

The voice, the same damn voice I was forced to listen to every single time I left my apartment was there. I was stuck in some vile prison and the damn president’s voice was belting out as if he was standing next to me. There wasn’t a single location, except in private residences, where a Movietron screen wasn’t positioned. The great asshole himself, President Silvio Marchant, believed he was king of the world.

Instead of the horrible, violent creature he truly was.

His various infomercials played day in and day out, a reminder to everyone on Earth that the New World Order had taken over.

Fuck him.

Peace was the only thing on the minds of the people on Earth, going about their day to day lives as if the twenty years wasn’t looming. There were dissidents who strongly believed the New World Order wasn’t who they purported themselves to be. They were gaining in numbers, no doubt a glitch loathed by both the Malzeons and the government alike.

If only I’d been able to remain numb, pretending like the rest of the world.

However, my father hadn’t raised a follower.

I’d planned on obtaining evidence on the president and his cabinet before going public. What I didn’t understand is what they hoped to accomplish by reneging on the debt. They had to know that the Malzeons would retaliate. Something didn’t add up. The informant was going to spill his guts. God damn it. If only I’d learned the truth. That had been the first step in my mind trying to avoid another disaster. I almost laughed at myself for such grandiose ideas. Who the hell did I think I was, Joan of Arc? Maybe I’d just been a fool to think it would matter, as if the aliens would consider my actions friendly instead of destroying every living creature on Earth.

But that’s all I’d been able to think about, or maybe hoped could still happen since my father’s horrific murder. As I shifted, gasping for air, I finally pulled almost entirely out of the drug-induced fog, grasping reality. Everything was so gray and bitter cold.

“We can save our world as long as you obey.”

Another one of the president’s favorite lines. Sadly, the majority of humans all across the world did just that—obey like sheep.

Sheep to the slaughter.

A cold chill shifted down my spine. The man was far too powerful, his cabinet members no better than he was.

I was an elite member of law enforcement, a group comprised of the men and women who’d endured years of specialized training, and given certain clearances within the government. The New World Order was afraid. Now I was nothing but a prisoner.

A cold chill swept over me as I scanned the perimeter of the cage, doing everything I could to calm my ragged breathing.

I’d heard of this place, a location where only the vilest criminals were sent to await their fate. I shifted to a standing position, cowering against the wall and trying to make sense of what undoubtedly had occurred.

I’d walked a fine line in my private investigation and lost.

I’d been working on the disappearances and several recent murders on my off time, the result of a tip from the informant. He’d claimed he was a prominent member of the elusive government, a close personal friend of the president, and was able to supply me with exactly the evidence I needed. From what he’d told me, he’d witnessed several human abductions, the well-known and often wealthy citizens plucked from their everyday lives.

And they’d committed no crime.

Why? Because they knew too many secrets, perhaps opened their mouths? From what I’d learned, they had no obvious or direction connections to the dissident group, although so much was done in secrecy. But my gut had told me they were a threat against the New World Order in some manner.

No one had cared about the disappearances. People vanishing wasn’t abnormal by any means given the ugly world in which we lived. Then a prominent surgeon had been arrested much in the same manner as I’d been, her incarceration and trial public news. They’d made a scapegoat out of her, attempting to put the fear of God into the dissidents. Recently, the group had begun to call themselves the Dark Resistance. After her arrest, a final red flag had been raised in my mind. I’d investigated, realizing quickly that she’d had nothing to do with murdering three of her patients, but no one had believed me that the woman was innocent. That had been my first mistake. She’d been sentenced to prison.

Or so I’d thought, the public told the same. Lies. All fucking lies.

I’d learned the truth of her whereabouts from the same trusted informant who likely been murdered for talking to me. According to him, the doctor had been used, forced into the worst kind of sexual slavery. That hadn’t made any sense. Only the Malzeons made that type of decision, taking and using women for their people alone.

God. I wasn’t certain what was worse; living life in a cage and forced to perform heinous sexual acts or being forced into hard labor.

However, were humans any better? I no longer believed in good versus evil, right versus wrong.

What had happened to humanity since the various wars from years before? Everything had changed, the new cruel leaders claiming their policies were necessary to keep the peace. The change in leadership had only encouraged vile men and women to take over every political and corporate entity. I knew nothing about King Lorowerd of the Malzeon species except he was ruthless in every manner, his penchant for dark proclivities well known. Evidently, the aliens enjoyed watching the breakdown of humanity while fulfilling their filthy desires.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Now I had no idea whether I should believe what I’d been told.

Out of the blue, the doctor’s broken body had turned up on the shores of the Virginia Beach. That was unrefuted truth. I’d seen her remains, the savagery she must have endured unimaginable. The people to blame? The government. Her death had been caused by human weapons.

And hands.

Maybe she’d gathered information about the president’s elite class, threatening to provide information to the Malzeons, forcing the president to order her death. I believed that with all my heart. It had led me to reexamine other disappearances that had been swept under the rug, ultimately believing every single one of the poor souls had been forced onto the pet auction block, every one of them stripped of their lives.

Why would the aliens buy the line of crap? Had these poor men and women done something wrong or asked too many questions? Was the Malzeon king working with the president for some reason? Were the poor souls actually a part of the dissident group fighting the government and their various rules? If so, they’d hidden their association well.

One thing was certain. I’d ruffled feathers. I’d wanted to right the wrongs and in the process of doing my job I’d lost everything. While I didn’t want to believe they could arrest me, I was beginning to realize that in my effort to find the truth, I’d uncovered a hornet’s nest. There was no way what evidence I’d collected on the various murders and abductions would see the light of day.

Even though I’d hidden much of my findings, along with aspects of my father’s work, my instincts kicking into overdrive, sadly, this I hadn’t anticipated.

Given the Dark Resistance was gaining numbers every day, additional Vipers had been requested by the president, dozens of the them created, and more Federation officers trained. The lies the assholes must have told the Malzeons. People were scared to death and they should be.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The loud noise brought me back to reality.

I had to get the hell out of here. The biting cold allowed goosebumps to pop along every inch of skin. I had no idea how long I’d been here, whatever drug I’d been given leaving my mouth and throat parched. I scanned the perimeter, searching for the possibility of any way out. There was none.

A thunderous sound created another round of whimpers from the other women, boots stomping on the concrete. They were coming, the Federation officers. And I knew they were coming for me.

There were six of them, all heavily armed, their faces devoid of any emotion. I knew their training, the harsh tactics used when necessary. They were dangerous in their own right, their orders of shoot to kill if necessary, ones they took seriously. I’d always hated them, scourges of the Earth, but sadly, they were necessary for keeping the order.

I remained where I was, attempting to boost what little courage and fight I had left. The cage door was unlocked, the same sergeant approaching me as the others shoved the girls aside. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he headed directly for me. When he was only inches away, he hissed before motioning to his men, “Shackle her.”

“Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

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Havana, Cuba

Revenge.

I’d been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.

I’d killed a man. While the act wasn’t something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood claimedasrevenge_fullon my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn’t far from my mind. And the man I’d spent the last three hours with was the reason.

Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I’d never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.

If I were here for anything but business.

I was the kind of man who crushed my enemies, someone to be afraid of. After all, I was filled with darkness, danger surrounding every aspect of my life. No one fucked with me or my family. The Garcias had ruled the South with an iron fist, my father having established our stronghold decades before. Few enemies had the audacity to challenge us, those who did receiving the very wrath of the gods.

In our way.

Brutal.

Heartless.

Cold.

I didn’t mind the concept in the least.

I especially loathed those who thought they could get the better of me, just because I’d yet to take full control. Santiago Rivera was that kind of man.

Pretentious.

Powerful.

Snake.

I’d spent hours learning all about him before boarding a jet to Cuba. I was no fool, realizing that for all the pomp and circumstance, the wealthy entrepreneur and oppressive kingpin was merely biding his time before he fully invaded my family’s territory. That just wasn’t going to happen. Danton had been working with him for a little over two months, allowing a significant amount of money to be funneled into Santiago’s hands.

Tonight, we were playing a game of Russian roulette, only he had no idea that I never lost.

I’d been given carte blanche since my arrival, Santiago ensuring that my every need and desire had been fulfilled since the night before. Food. Drink. Women. There was nothing off the table. His unlimited offers meant the man was running scared, uncertain of my capabilities.

He was soon to find out.

The cigar was incredible, the sights from his arched veranda spectacular, his posh estate positioned on a dangerous precipice, a warning to all those who dared cross his path. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. I leaned against one of the carved stone pillars as the sun dipped over the horizon, marveling at the crystalline water, waves lapping at the shoreline. The heat of the summer evening was less sweltering given the light breezes while the sounds of piano concerto music floated from unseen speakers, adding to the festive atmosphere, the cellist an incredible musician. I was taken on a beautiful walk through the seductive music alone. Sadly, I wasn’t in any kind of mood for a party.

Or romance.

Traveling to Cuba had been against my father’s wishes, but necessary to keep the peace.

Unless the man fucked with me.

“I see you enjoy our Cuban cigars, Miguel. One of our specialty blends,” Santiago said as he walked closer, his booming baritone wafting over the light breeze. In his hand were two brandy snifters. His smile was gregarious, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting he’d won me over with his charm and hospitality.

I wasn’t a man who succumbed to anything, especially treachery.

I took another puff before answering. “Very much so. The flavor is bold with a hint of spices. Perfection. I will add that dinner was also incredible.” My mother had taught me decent manners. My father had taught me how to handle betrayal.

“My chef will certainly be happy to hear of your approval. I’ll make certain you have several boxes of our finest cigars to take home with you.” As he handed me one of the drinks, his already dark eyes seemed more volatile, his pupils mere pinpricks. He knew he was in over his head.

“How generous of you.”

“As you can imagine, I’m eager to bring them to Miami and beyond.”

Yes, I was well aware of his ploy. While Cuban cigars were no longer illegal in the United States, selling them continued to bring fines of a hefty nature. I knew all about him and his company, the cigar distribution a basic front for his drug running operation. I knew the game well. My family had several legitimate businesses, all while providing highly regarded party favors to wealthy clients. I had to admit that adding Cuban cigars to the mix was an excellent idea.

As long as he understood the parameters.

As long as he followed the rules.

By this point, he’d heard about Danton’s early demise. That gave me a certain amount of leverage.

“You are also enjoying the music, eh?” he asked in a casual manner.

I tipped my head as the song reached a crescendo, my heart racing from the intensity. “It is beautiful, although not what I would have expected.”

Santiago laughed. “There are many things you do not know about me, my friend. The solo cellist is my daughter.”

I was pleasantly surprised, the concept giving me a smile. “Please tell your daughter that I admire her ability very much.”

“I will do just that; however, I am well aware that you did not come here for my taste in music.”

“Sadly, you are correct. I suggest we get down to business.” I took a sip, savoring the expensive cognac, allowing the rich liquor to soothe my constricted throat. I’d done well holding my temper during the four-course meal, listening to his pontifications regarding his stature in life. Any other man would have already been gutted.

I wondered if he was aware of just how close he’d already come to losing his precious hold on life.

“Like father, like son,” Santiago said casually, moving toward the interior of the veranda, easing down on the supple leather sofa as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like you, I do my research. Your father is well respected.”

“Yes.” The single word I issued brought a single huff of disdain, creating another smile on my face.

I took a glance at one of my two soldiers who’d accompanied me on the trip, their eyes having never left me from the second I’d entered Santiago’s cliff-side mansion. Both Cordero and Enrique knew what was at stake. They also realized that with a flick of my wrist, I could unleash their talent. I chuckled at the thought.

Santiago followed my gaze, slowly unbuttoning his white dinner jacket before pulling out a cigar of his own.

“My father taught me the importance of honesty as well as a well-organized business venture.”

“Something to respect,” he said in an offhanded way, taking his time to pull the gilded cutter from the oversized astray. The snip was loud, no doubt his attempt at patronizing me.

I simply looked back toward the ocean, content in my standings with him. While we hadn’t talked business over dinner, I’d made certain he knew his place in the pecking order. He was as close to the bottom as he could be. The thought almost made my cock hard. “Yes, like father, like son. And as you know, my father is a formidable man. You want to sell cigars in the United States. I can help with arranging distribution rights as well as transportation to various cities. I can also provide you with connections, wealthy and influential clients who will gladly pay your exorbitant prices.”

“Exorbitant. Come now. These are the most fabulous cigars in the world,” Santiago said, finally taking a puff.

I twisted the cigar in my fingers, eager to get this shit over with. I had other business to attend to. “Yes, as you’ve said more than once.” I walked in his direction and while he offered a seat, I remained standing. “I’m also well aware that you’re intent on bringing drugs into my regime, a compromising situation.”

“Now, wait a minute.” He huffed and puffed as he leaned forward. Even in the beautiful evening light, I could tell his face had turned beet red.

“I’m no fool, Santiago, so don’t dare attempt to try and place me in that position. I’ve been watching you for months, your test runs to particular marinas quite resourceful.”

“That’s preposterous!”

“No. We are not going down that road. Cut the crap. We are professionals and we’re going to remain that way. I will make you a deal but it’s the only one on the table. If I leave here, the offer will vanish. Permanently.”

Inhaling, his nostrils flared from the rage creeping into his system. I enjoyed keeping a man on edge. “I’m listening.”

“Excellent. The deal is that I will allow you to provide party favors within the city limits of Miami, but under my direction and with a forty percent finder’s fee.”

“That’s outrageous!”

I didn’t even blink, merely keeping my stare dark and cold. “Then I guess our business is concluded here and I assure you that I have various maritime officials on my payroll. They will be notified to look carefully for any boat coming from two hundred miles in the proximity of Cuba. Oh, and the deal for the cigars? Unfortunately, that will be eliminated as well. I can also assure you that if you attempt to undermine my family or my operations, I will destroy you. I think you are well aware of my capabilities.”

“How. Dare. You.”

I took another sip of cognac, another puff then closed the distance, taking my time placing the glass on the table, stubbing out the cigar. Then I simply walked toward the door, my soldiers following.

“Wait a minute. Just fucking wait a minute!” Santiago snapped. “Fine. You have your deal.”

I took a deep breath before turning around. “Very well. I’ll draw up the papers and have them in your office in the morning. However, I will need a gesture of good faith. After all, I came several hundred miles in order to make this… arrangement with you.”

He remained seated although I could tell he was fuming. He hadn’t anticipated my wrath. “What kind of gesture do you want?”

“I’m certain you can come up with something that will appease me.” I offered a smile as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves.

Santiago pointed toward the half-finished glass of cognac, finally offering a smile of his own. When I refused, his face fell. “Very well,” he said as he stood. Was there the slightest hint of a quiver in his hand? Perhaps. “I think I have something that will suit you.” He kept the glass and cigar in his hands as he walked out of the room.

I chuckled and walked back toward the ornate concrete half wall, staring down at the exquisite and colorful buildings constructed on the side of the cliff. From this point of view, the sights of the city were beautiful. Sadly, the distance masked the crumbling buildings and rundown landscaping.

Only the wealthy were able to maintain a certain lifestyle, affording the various perks the gorgeous country had to offer. A man like Santiago enjoyed his status more than most, lording his good fortune over almost everyone else.

Except those within his inner circle.

Within five minutes I heard footsteps on the terra cotta floor, only this time there were two sets. I didn’t bother turning, anticipating some fabulous crate of cigars or perhaps a case of his favored liquor.

“Miguel. May I present my daughter, Valencia. She is the musician you spoke so highly of. Valencia, this is a very important business associate, Miguel Garcia, all the way from America.”

I shifted until I was able to see the doorway. Santiago stood like the pompous ass he truly was while the lovely woman standing beside him had a furious expression on her face. I’d seen pictures of her in my quest to learn every sordid detail about the man, including his weaknesses. However, there had never been any mention that she was an accomplished musician. Valencia was his only child, at least by legitimate means.

She was as incredible as her music.

“Valencia. What a lovely name. I’m pleased to meet you. You play beautifully.”

She nodded out of respect then looked away, her breath scattered.

“Some respect, pequena princessa,” Santiago rumbled, anger in his tone.

“I am not a princess, father. While it’s good to meet you, I was in the middle of practice. May I go now?” Valencia asked as she folded her arms.

“I’m curious. What game are you playing, Santiago?” I asked casually.

“You will learn, Miguel, that I also don’t play games for anyone,” he said in an offhanded manner.

She gave me a heated glance, as if disgusted with my appearance, now remaining quiet. A good daughter and one entirely under her father’s thumb.

The girl was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing to the small of her back, her large blue eyes stunning. My cock twitched from the way her lips pursed and I allowed my gaze to fall to her voluptuous breasts and slender waist with rounded hips that accentuated long and sexy legs. Even in the simple cobalt blue dress that hugged every curve, she was glorious.

Santiago walked closer, a wry expression on his face. “You wanted an appropriate gesture of good faith. I have something you will admit is truly remarkable.”

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EXCEPRT

The bastard had to be awake.

“Now, as you might be able to tell, I have a gun and it’s locked and loaded. I suggest you burned_fullpull down the covers slowly and get the fuck out of my bed so we can talk about this little issue like two adults.”

There were no cries of horror or any movement, but I could tell the person was at least alive by the rapid rise and fall of the covers. “I’m going to give you one more warning and a count to three. Then things are going to get mighty ugly.”

Still no response.

The fucker.

“One. Two.” I hesitated. I honestly wasn’t in the damn mood for a fight, but the asshole had no idea the kind of man I was.

Or what I was capable of.

“Three.”

When the covers were thrown back, I was surprised as hell, enough so she managed to jump out of the bed, nearly tossing me to the floor. Her flaming red hair captured my attention first, her voluptuous body with curves meant for a man to hold and squeeze second, and her penetrating, nasty glare last. Her eyes were luminescent in the stream of sunlight and I could swear to God they were glowing with fury.

“What the—” My words were cut off given she reacted quickly and within a split second, a hard kick was placed in my gut just seconds before the asshole managed to skirt around me, racing out of the room.

I could swear she gave a warrior’s battle cry as she fled.

This was no ordinary interloper.

Shock rushed into my system, the mere hint of pain laughable. I knew one thing for certain. Shewasn’t going to go very far in a tee shirt and bare feet.

By the time I regained my wits and raced toward the front door, I simply stood on the porch, grinning like a little kid. Buck had everything completely under control. He’d managed to climb out of the window, his need to protect his master exactly what he’d been taught.

“No! Get off. Get off of me!” she screamed as Buck wrestled her to the ground, his massive one-hundred-twenty-pound frame easily keeping her pinned underneath him.

A prisoner.

My prisoner to be exact.

I had to admit, now that the shock had worn off, that my cock was twitching. Everything about this woman was intriguing. I wasn’t ashamed to admit my balls were tight as drums. Even with a hunk of a fur ball straddling her, I managed to catch one hell of a glimpse of her stunning physique. She thrashed on the ground, moaning and throwing up her hands in an effort to try to keep his muzzle from her face.

Too bad.

I enjoyed the show, listening to the stream of curse words as she pitched and rolled. Finally, she seemed to notice my presence as Buck continued to enjoy alternating between barking and licking. “Get this beast off of me!” she demanded, as if she owned the joint.

“Beast. Well, Buck, I think we might just have to change your name.” I sauntered forward, the rifle still in my hand. Buck’s tail wagged back and forth, satisfied that he’d taken command of the intruder.

“Are you going to get him off?” she snapped as she tossed her head back and forth in an effort to avoid his rough tongue.

“Maybe, but only after you tell me what the fuck you were doing in my house. Breaking and entering is a felony in this state.”

“What?” Her eyes opened wide. “I just… I just found the door open and no one was here. I didn’t think anyone lived here and…” She kicked her foot on the ground and closed her eyes, groaning.

“Nice story.” There was a part of me that was enjoying this way too much. I had to admit a sexy intruder certainly got my blood boiling. I bit back a laugh before motioning to Buck. “Go on, buddy. I think we have her trapped. She’s not getting out of my clutches any time soon.”

“Trapped? What? Don’t you even dare think about it. You’re an asshole.”

“Hell, woman, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Give it your best shot.”

“Jerkoff. Creep. Prick.”

Buck whined then dragged his tongue all the way from her chin to her forehead.

“Such a foul mouth. Did your mama and daddy ever teach you manners? By the way, I think he likes you. Must mean you’re not all bad,” I said as casually as possible.

After giving me the middle finger, she folded her arms, giving me a hateful look.

I threw out my hand, beckoning with my fingers. “All right, sweetheart. Enough with the games. Come on and get up. We need to talk about this… intrusion.” I certainly hadn’t seen another vehicle of any kind and she certainly didn’t look like the camping type. My radar was on high alert.

“I don’t have to talk to you!”

Sighing, I shook my head once again. “For a woman in a tee shirt and no shoes, you really don’t understand who’s in charge. Do you?” It seemed like the light finally settled in, her smug look shifting to one of conciliation, but I wasn’t about to buy it.

Yet.

“He’ll eat me. What the hell is he? A ferocious beast.”

Another demand. The girl was a little hellion. “Buck is a black lab husky mix. Every bit of him muscle and verve.” I watched her face pale, her entire body tremble. “Oh, and he’s very dangerous.” The lie seemed plausible enough. Little did she know that Buck might lick her to death, but nothing more.

“Dangerous,” she moaned. Furrowing her brow, she hesitated before carefully moving to a sitting position, realizing all of a sudden that I had a bird’s-eye view of her long, shapely legs and perfectly smooth pussy. The tee shirt had shifted, bunching up by her upper thighs and I bit back my own series of moans. My mouth watered, my throbbing cock now shoved hard against the rough zipper of my jeans. I should do the gentlemanly thing and look away, but damn, the woman turned me on.

She jerked the tee shirt, or I should say my shirt down, her glare turning nasty. She’d even raided my closet.

“Asshole,” she muttered, snapping her legs together, her face shining a bright crimson.

“You’re calling me an asshole when you’re the one sleeping in my bed in my tee shirt?”

“I…” she stuttered, her luscious lips pursing.

The moment our hands touched, a burst of electricity shot through me, yanking my mind in dirty, vile places. For a few seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, allowing me to absorb the beautiful essence of the woman who’d been sleeping in my bed.

Perfect porcelain skin.

Dashing green eyes.

Voluptuous breasts.

I wanted to ravage every inch of her body like some damn Neanderthal. Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? Oh, yeah. Celibacy.

She tipped her head, staring into my eyes, hers all dreamy and riddled with fear. She had no idea what to make of the hulking man no doubt still covered in soot and grime. I hadn’t bothered to take a shower after making it back to the base. I’d simply grabbed Buck and took off, needing my space.

“Who are you?” I heard her whisper, dragging me back to reality.

I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could be drawn into her web. Giving her a yank, I pulled her onto her feet. I towered over her and in truth, she seemed tiny and helpless as she stood mere inches away, her lower lip quivering. “I think I need to be the one asking questions. What’s your name? This could still get very ugly if you lie to me.”

“Fuck you! I’ll get out of your hair. You’ll never see me again.” She slapped a hand on her hip, further outlining all the glory God had given her. Her eyes held fire and the fading sun highlighted her face, giving her complexion a soft rosy glow. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the thin shirt and every caveman-like desire roared through my system.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

Lick her.

Fuck her.

Her answer was laughable. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

“I ain’t your sweetheart, buster,” she said, snorting.

I hadn’t expected the hard punch, her fist connecting with my chest. When she swiveled and kicked out, almost catching me in the balls, all the time for fantasizing was over. In one easy move, I threw her over my shoulder, immediately storming toward the house. I wasn’t the kind of man to take shit from anyone, including a feisty woman who thought she was all that.

No matter the condition of my cock.

Buck remained on his haunches near the truck, whining as he usually did when he couldn’t get his way. I gave him a single lift of my eyebrow as I stepped onto the porch and he came running.

“Put me down, you brute! You horrible man.” As she pummeled her fists against my back, my cock only ached more, my mind shifting into every delicious thing I wanted to do to her.

To a stranger.

To an intruder.

But first things first.

Getting to the bottom of who the hell she was and how in God’s name did she get here? I hadn’t noticed any clothes, a suitcase or anything personal. The terrain was harsh, the fires surrounding a significant portion of the mountain, closing off several of the roads. And it appeared she’d been here for a few days. My curiosity might kill me, but a damsel in distress was difficult to resist.

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Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.

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I emerge from the shadows. Dante’s no longer on the couch. He’s in the kitchen. Standing behind a high barstool that he’s moved to the center of the room. His hands rest on the back of the stool. His gaze is locked on mine.

I approach warily. Why do I feel as if I’m walking into a trap? I hand him his phone. Thank him for the use of it.

“How’s Rockland?” he asks.

“Doing well. But I assume you’ve already spoken to him.”

“I may have.”

I raise a brow to him. “And tattle-taled on me?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“He asked. I answered.”

“What’s the chair for?”

“It’s your naughty chair.”

An ice-cold tension rises from my center. He’s got to be kidding.

“A naughtychair? I’m a grown woman!”

“Are you?” His gaze is cutting. His face smug.

“Yes. Look at me.” I brush my hands over my body.

“Pull your skirt up.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pull your skirt up.”

I don’t want to obey. I want to run. But where would I go? And something about the set of his jaw tells me it’d be best if I follow his orders. Creeping heat melts the ice and rises in my skin. My knees weaken. I can’t believe I’m complying. But somehow, I’m grabbing the hem of my skirt. Inching it up until it’s around my thighs.

“Now pull your panties down. Just until they’re right under the curve of your bottom.”

My face burns. I stare at my feet and do as he commands. Holding my skirts up, I hook my fingertips in the waist of my simple white cotton panties. I tug them down, leaving them around the tops of my thighs. I feel so naughty. So childish. So… hot. His commanding tone, his authoritative stance… it has my nipples peaking beneath my bra. My pussy pulsing in my bunched-up panties.

“There you go. Now hold your skirts up. And turn around and show me your bottom.”

“I…” My protest is cut off as he gives me the look. The one that makes my insides twist… and my core turn to liquid.

But, again, I do as he says. I lift my skirt, overly aware of how exposed my bare bottom is. Cool air rushes up my skin. A gush of arousal immediately rushes between my legs.

“Still pink.”

Inwardly I groan. Shame fills me; I’m completely humiliated, standing here before him, his eyes admiring my bared bottom, pink from his earlier punishment. This is not the scenario I imagined taking off my clothes for a man for the first time.

“Keep your skirt in place. Now, why would I have you standing here like this—a grown woman with her spanked bottom exposed like a naughty little girl?” My mouth gapes as I stand speechless. He’s more than happy to answer his own question. “She needs a lesson in obedience. Obviously the first punishment didn’t take and someone needs to be punished again.”

“Again! What did I do?” My fingers clutch around the material of the skirt of my dress.

“I think you know.”

My mind whirrs, flashing through the moments of the day. A sinking feeling enters my stomach. The bathroom—when he told me to stay, but I didn’t and I opened the door to join him. “I was scared—”

“This is going to be your naughty chair. For me to spank you. Other times you can sit on it and think about obeying me. Come,” he pats the seat, “try it out.”

It’s humiliating. I know I should run, fight, refuse. But where would I go? Race toward the bulletproof glass only to smash into the sides like a bug trapped beneath a cup? Also, there’s the curious pulsing in between my legs. Getting warmer and rising in my core. I stare at his stony face. Jaw set, determined to teach me a lesson.

My knees feel weak, my legs made of gelatin. My bare bottom exposed, I shuffle over, the humiliation rising with every difficult step. My panties pull around the tops of my thighs, restricting my movement.

I’m beside the chair. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I sneak a glance at him and the authoritative set of his features releases a gush of arousal. My body is betraying me. My legs should be running, my arms pushing him away. Yet… I stand here, holding my skirts obediently. Hovering by a chair he has deemed my naughty chair.

“Bend over.”

I can’t.

I shoot him one last pleading glance. He’s not budging. I take a deep breath, angle myself over the seat. Even worse than bending over is the knowledge he will want me to lift my own dress. With shaking fingers, I raise my skirt, quickly flipping it over my back. The cool air rushes over my skin, my bottom fully exposed to him.

I lay over the chair, my stomach pressing into the seat.

My head hangs down. I don’t know what to do with my arms so I grab the legs of the chair. My long hair falls around my face, making a curtain of privacy. He’s picked this stool because it’s the perfect height for me. My panties are rolled tightly beneath my bottom, my skirt up and over my back. My bare bottom is stuck out as if it’s beckoning him, begging for his attention. I’m careful to keep my legs closed tightly together so as not to give him a peek of my pussy, slick with arousal.

I sense him walking around the chair. Standing behind me. My fingers tighten around the chair legs. Then I feel the light stroking of the tips of his fingers over my skin, sending chill bumps down the backs of my thighs. The first real touches of a man on my body. There’s a rush in my womb, my breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight.

He says, “Or, at a time like this, you may bend over it to have your bottom plugged by me.” The warm turned-on feeling stops cold. Is he serious? Putting something… into my bottom?

I’ve got to get out of here. Make it to a bedroom and lock myself in until this godforsaken shield lifts. My muscles tense and I raise my head, gazing at the stairs. I take a deep breath and prepare to raise my torso, planning to shove past him and run like I’m a finalist at a track meet. I start to straighten, but he’s anticipated my move. His hand presses into my lower back, holding me down against the seat. His arm is like lead. He’s too strong. Too fast. My head hangs in defeat.

His hand presses harder into my back. “Going somewhere?”

“You can’t do this to me! My cousin will kill you. He will gut you. He will—”

My words are cut off by my gasp as he gives my bare ass a hearty slap with his hand. I suck air between my teeth as the sting spreads—his hand is massive, and half my ass is on fire from his one spank. He says, “Your cousin will thank me.”

I stare over my shoulder, glaring at him. How could Rockland do this to me? How could he allow this sadist to punish me this way? I can see just enough of him to watch in horror as he pulls from his pocket a slim tube and something shiny. It’s small and narrow and silver. I watch him, wide-eyed as he squeezes a good amount of jelly on the tip of what must be the plug.

My fight returns. I struggle against him. “That. Is notgoing inside of me.”

“Isn’t it?” My struggle stops as I freeze in horror—his fingers are in the cleft of my ass! His strong fingers are pressing my cheeks apart. I clench my muscles as tightly as possible, fighting off the invasion. His deep, smooth voice croons, “Spread your legs for me, honey.”

“Not on your life, sweetheart,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

His fingers push harder in between my glutes. He’s centimeters away from my rear entrance. “Makes it easier, but it’s your choice.”

I calculate my options. I have none.

I’m going to have to open my legs. Showing him my pussy in all its glistening glory. Wet from his words, his face, his touches. Sweat pricks at my brow, my heart exploding in my chest.

I’ll be exposing myself for the first time to a man. It’s a heady sensation—the idea of him getting a glimpse of my puckered hole, my wanting pussy. I could have lubed the damn plug myself, I’m so wet. And he’s about to see all of that. Every inch of the most secret parts of my body.

I try to breathe as I inch my legs apart. The elastic waist of my panties digs into the flesh of my thighs. Air rushes over the aching between my legs.

What is he thinking? Is he turned on? Can he smell the scent that reaches me—the warm earthy musk of my own arousal?

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, husky. “Take a deep breath,” he says, stroking my back lightly. The tone of his words, the lightness of his touch make me feel he’s as affected as me. Making my core throb. I shift my weight on my toes.

The cold tip of that… thingis pressing against my entrance. Pushing gently. The pressure is strange, yet erotic. I find a kitten-like mewing rising in my throat. My body betrays me again. I clench, my orifice trying to fight this intruder. In retaliation, it presses harder, the tip pushing past my unwilling muscles. I moan, the stretching sensation of my ass sends a gush from my pussy.

He pushes again.

More stretching, more pressure, and the head is inside of me. I release a little whine of shame, confusion. But the arousal continues to pool between my legs as he gives the plug one final push.

It’s all the way inside of me.

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