Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,1
was counted in gold bars. I was finished with the wretched bastards who’d attempted to take advantage of my good nature.
Screeching around a second corner, I jerked the gear into fifth, accelerating past several slower vehicles as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. The prince had managed to get under my skin, something I prided myself on never allowing to happen. Fuck him. Fuck the club for tonight. Maybe it was time I took a night to myself.
I beeped the horn, hissing as the traffic slowed at a damn yellow light. My impatience surprised the hell of out me. As soon as the light turned green, I sped around the four cars, the sound of my ringing phone forcing me to shake my head.
“Christopher. Impeccable timing. I’m afraid that Prince Al Amoundi might consider making waves within the club.”
Christopher laughed. “As if Gregory and I weren’t prepared. However, that’s not why I called.”
“Then why did you call?” A flash of headlights in the rearview mirror drew my attention. The damn asshole was way too close. If there was anything I loathed, it was a tailgater.
“A package was delivered for you at the club.”
“A package?”
“No return address. You know how I feel about that kind of shit.”
Christopher was by far the most skeptical of the three of us, untrusting of almost everyone around him. While he had his reasons, his distrust fueled his brutal tactics.
Chuckling, I shifted lanes, preparing to make the final turn toward the interstate. I definitely needed a night to myself.
Bam.
The sound exploded within the car, the vehicle instantly veering off course.
“What the fuck?”
“What’s going on?” Christopher barked.
“Fuck if I—”
Whoosh... Boom.
* * *
“Get him on the table. Now!”
The voice was unfamiliar, yet the feminine lilt was pleasing. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so damn heavy. What the hell had happened? Other sounds filtered into my mind, although the majority nothing more than beeps and clicks.
“Doctor, his blood pressure is dropping.” The second female voice was more urgent.
“God damn it. I need the IVs stat!”
I felt a hand on my arm, but I couldn’t move or acknowledge anyone. Everything was fuzzy, so damn cold.
“What the hell is the man’s name?” the first voice barked.
“Um. His identification says Michael Dunmore.”
“Michael, my name is Dr. Russo. I’m not certain you can hear me, but you were in a car accident and you’re in the hospital. We’re going to do everything we can. I assure you that you’re in good hands.”
A doctor. What the fuck? I couldn’t remember a thing. Wait. Images. Flashes. Nothing was making any sense. There was no pain, no sense of anything. I struggled, finally managing to open my eyes, wincing from the extreme light.
Peering down at me was the most intense, gorgeous set of emerald green eyes I’d ever seen. When she smiled, a sudden wave rushed over me.
“It’s okay,” she insisted. “Just rest.”
“Doctor! We’re losing him.”
“God damn it! Not on my watch. Get the paddles ready.”
Buzz...
* * *
“Get on the table now,” I commanded, pointing toward the wooden surface, my heart racing. “On your stomach.”
Her face was pensive, her enigmatic emerald green eyes penetrating into my very soul. “Yes, sir.”
While her reply indicated surrender, I knew better. She was far too powerful, dominating in her field. It would take time to tame her, but there was no doubt I would release the woman hiding beneath the surface. Even as she moved toward the smooth maple structure, she gave me a defiant look, her lovely mouth pursing out of frustration as well as a hint of fear. She had no idea what she was facing.
As she crawled onto the smooth wood, her breathing ragged, I drank in her essence. Everything about her was exhilarating, the fragrance of her sweet pussy filtering into my nostrils. She couldn’t hide from me any more than she could continue ignoring her dark needs.
I inched closer, slapping the tawse against my hand. Every time the smooth leather smacked against my skin, she shuddered, a slight whimper escaping her mouth. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
“Yes... sir.”
“And you’re going to pay for your disobedience.” I trailed the implement down the length of her spine, slowly drawing it into the cleft in her ass. She had a magnificent body, her curves the kind forcing every red-blooded male’s mouth to water. And she was all mine. As I guided the tawse down her right leg then up her left, her scattered moans were a sweet reward. There was nothing