Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,15
my retort. “The kind of pain I’ve seen inflicted on mankind is what true nightmares are made of. They’re often so bad that all you want to do is wrap your hands around the perpetrator’s throat, yet you can’t do that. You have to maintain a professional stance at all times, even though the asshole responsible for the horrific injuries is standing in front of you.”
“That sounds traumatic.”
“Very much so. It makes me question so many things.”
“Know that you are healing their wounds, helping so many get back to their lives.”
I darted a look in his direction. “But at what cost? What are they going back to? The police try and do their jobs after I initiate questions, attempting to corroborate abuse or some other heinous crime, but how many of the innocent victims are saved?”
“I’m thankful that I don’t have that problem in my business.”
“Hmmm... Does that mean you take matters into your own hands, Michael, destroying your enemies?”
“If necessary, yes.”
The words were said with such ease that I was taken aback. The man owned a club. What kind of a different life did he lead? While I should be afraid, pushing away from him, I was even more enamored, hungering to learn more.
“So, you are a dangerous man,” I said more casually than perhaps I should, my mouth dry after issuing the words. I couldn’t actually be attracted to the concept. Could I? I noticed the stairs to my brownstone less than a block away and a part of me wanted nothing more than to lock myself inside, making certain all the blinds were closed and the lights remaining off. I stepped onto the pavement leading to the alley only a building away from my townhouse and a second later, I felt his forceful grasp on my arm, dragging my body against the cold hard brick. The savage thud knocked the wind out of me as I struggled to understand the reason.
The rumble of an explosive engine came next, a car spinning out of the darkened drive a split second later, the massive vehicle coming within a few inches of where I’d stood.
He pulled me further into the safety of the darkened corridor, as if concerned the jerk might return.
Michael planted his hands on either side of my head as he crowded close to my body in a protective stance, snarling as he glared in the direction of where the driver had gone.
“Asshole,” he growled, the deep rumble from his voice echoing in my ears.
Shaken, I tried to remember the last time I’d even seen a car coming from the tight space, let alone driving at a high rate of speed. I realized I’d palmed his chest only after he turned his head in my direction ever so slowly, his lips mere centimeters from mine. I was able to gather an intoxicating whiff of his cologne, the scent almost instantly creating a wave of heat between my legs.
While the moon was bright, there was no reason I should be able to see the glimmer in his eyes, but they shone brightly as they bore into mine. “Yes, Sophia. I am a very dangerous man, but I also protect those I care about.”
I clung to him, my fingers clasped around the material of his expensive shirt, as if he were a lifeline. He moved closer until I was able to feel the hardness of his throbbing cock pressing into my belly. He reeked of power and testosterone as he lowered his head just enough that I could almost taste the wine he’d consumed.
“I also take exactly what I want. And what I want is you.”
There was no ability to say anything before he crushed his mouth over mine, pushing me hard against the cool brick. The taste of him was incredible, pushing my senses into the stratosphere. I couldn’t refuse him, not his desire or his prowess.
As the kiss fueled every starving cell within me, the passion between us roared. He thrust his tongue past my lips, demanding all of mine as he drank from me. I was startled at my body’s awakening, as if my thirst could only be quenched by one man.
I felt Michael’s hand as he pressed it against my side, crawling his fingers in a deliberate manner down to my thigh. When he curled the material of my dress, yanking up along my hip, I moaned into the kiss. He immediately slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my lace-covered mound.
Even though we remained in