Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,17

I was shocked at the force, my body slamming once again against the brick wall. He was so large, my muscles stretching to accept his thickness as stars floated in front of my eyes. I had to be in a dream. There was no other possibility.

When he forced my legs around his waist, I slapped my hands against the cool stone, trying to hold onto anything. I was shocked at his level of strength as he drove in and out like a wild animal, thrusting all the way to my cervix.

“Tight. Wet. Mine.”

The three words he emitted were barely a whisper, but I’d heard them. I laughed nervously, keeping my eyes closed as he plunged harder and faster. I’d never been so wet, juice trickling down my thighs, the scent of our combined sex filling my entire system. I was drunk on the fragrance, lightheaded from the brutal actions.

I struggled to obey him as he fucked me, locking my feet together in some crazy attempt to hold on. But I knew he needed no help.

No man had been this savage, this intense.

And I hated to say that I loved every minute of it.

Breathless, I tried to study his gorgeous face, to memorize every detail of the way he was looking at me, but I was no longer able to focus on anything.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, sweet Sophia.” His voice was almost garbled, strained yet still controlling. “And when I do, I want you to come for me. Come on my cock. Do you understand?”

I’d never been ordered to climax. There wasn’t a chance. I couldn’t find the words nor put a coherent sentence together.

“Look at me,” he growled.

When I did, I could see straight into his soul.

“That will cost you, Sophia,” he managed. “Now, do. You. Understand?”

“Yes... Yes, um, sir.”

He rose onto the balls of his feet, switching the angle, powering into me once again, his guttural sounds floating into the air as his body began to shake.

I could tell he was close to coming and while my pussy convulsed, clamping around his cock, I didn’t think... As an orgasm rushed up from my toes, I bit back a primal scream, tossing my head back and forth. Oh, God. Oh... My. God! The intensity of the climax was surreal, stealing what was left of my breath.

As his face contorted, I could feel him explode deep inside, fulfilling his promise. He refused to stop as my body trembled, another orgasm coming in a massive wave sweeping over me. I finally lolled my head forward, dragging my tongue across my lips.

Only when I stopped shaking did he ease me down, steadying me on my feet, brushing damp hair from my face. Then he cupped my chin, his grip firm. “Sophia, beautiful, delicious Sophia. You won’t be far from my mind and soon, you’ll be in my bed. And I will take you in every way I desire, including your tight little ass. Then, you will become mine.”

Chapter Four

Michael

Quiet.

I enjoyed the club the most when the doors were locked, not a single employee or member inside. While the walls were insulated, allowing for privacy, I could still catch the thump of a drumbeat every so often, a reminder that Club Darkness had been built on secrets and lies, allowing my father and his father before him to become wealthy and powerful.

I’d been expected to join the ranks, keeping the club business as usual, but times were different, the stakes growing increasingly higher. While I was grateful my two brothers were running the show alongside me, that allowed for additional possibilities for our enemies to attack.

And there were plenty of influential men who longed to take us down, all in order to erase information regarding whatever proclivity they had or crime they’d committed.

All because of a ledger kept since the beginning of the club opening its doors. While my grandfather’s original intent had been to simply keep control during an unruly time, he’d quickly succumbed to his own level of greed. It had become impossible not to hunger for the kind of wealth and influence discussed and parlayed into portfolios of power under the hallowed roof of the club.

I’d never known my grandfather, the man dying when I was a small boy, but I’d heard stories of his ruthlessness. He took no shit from anyone. Many had faced his wrath, the most egregious offenders never seeing the light of day again.

My father had easily fallen into his footsteps, wielding the