Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,10

another realm, loathing how my body had betrayed me. My nipples ached, my heart racing and with every thrust, I was shoved further into a cataclysm of fire, every nerve ending seared.

He smacked me several times, a likely reminder that I was totally in his control. My throat tightened as the force of his ravaging plunges shoved me against the scratchy blanket. As he fisted my hair, yanking my head and forcing my back into a deep arc, I let out a series of savage growls.

“Such a little fighter,” he half whispered, with one brutal thrust after another.

Pain intermingled with extraordinary pleasure, pushing me further toward a shower of electricity. I didn’t want to come. I refused to allow him to break me, even for a few seconds.

Yet he did.

As the climax rushed into the sweltering darkness of my body, perspiration beaded across my brow, my arms and legs shaking. This was insane. This was…

Euphoric.

“Oh. Oh!” My scream ragged, the sound was mixed with his guttural growls. The man was a true savage.

Within seconds, I could tell he was close to coming, his fingers digging into my skin as he pummeled harder and faster.

“Oh. Oh…” I whimpered then squeezed my muscles. The way his body responded, stiffening then shaking violently gave me a smile. When I felt the warm gush of his seed filling me, I took another look at the Spaniard.

This time, his expression was one of annoyance.

Jack continued thrusting for a full minute then leaned over me. “Such a bad girl.”

“She’s learned her lesson, Jack. You need to let her go.”

Jack shifted his hips back and forth, his cock still throbbing deep inside. “She needed this.”

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ. You’re a prick just like I knew you were,” the Spanish jerk huffed, his boots thumping hard against the tile floor. Then suddenly I was in his arms, my breasts crushed against his massive, rippling muscles. I was forced to smash my hand against him, struggling as he held me. A wave of adrenaline flowed through every vein, the need to get away even stronger than before.

There was also a rush of embarrassment as well as excitement tearing through every cell until I noticed the knife in his hand.

He snarled as he thrust the serrated blade in the direction where Jack had been standing, his black eyes narrowing.

“I don’t think so, Diego, unless you no longer want your share of the finder’s fee,” Jack stated with zero inflection.

Chuckling, he sucked in his breath, the barrel of Jack’s weapon placed against his temple. “Touché, asshole.”

Chapter 3

Lindsey

“Here. Take this.” Diego put the lantern on a small table near the bed.

I huddled against the wall, ignoring the bottle of water being shoved into my face. Diego’s tone was gruff, more so than before. “I don’t want anything from you or from Jack. I’m certain you’re just going to sell me off to the highest bidder.” I fingered the ornate piece of jewelry surrounding my neck, the gift something I should have tossed a long time ago. I have no idea why I’d even been allowed to keep it, the Serpent laughing the moment he’d noticed I was wearing it.

“Your faith won’t save you, beautiful doctor. No one can. The sooner you come to realize that, the better off you’ll be. You are now my property. Bought like a fine piece of china,” he’d said as he’d fingered the chain, his dark eyes scanning me like a rabid predator.

I’d been shocked that he hadn’t burst into flames, the monster nothing but pure evil.

He’d tossed me a crumb in order to obey him, much like what had occurred only hours before. For that alone, the lovely jeweled cross gave me some comfort, even though I wasn’t religious.

Although a part of me wanted to toss it into the trash. I smirked at the reason why, refusing to give into anger any more than I already had.

Fuck men, including the two mercenary saviors who’d taken me away from my prison.

Who’d enticed me.

Who’d aroused me.

Who’d spanked me.

Who’d… fucked me. And I’d enjoyed it. Dear God, what was wrong with me?

I continued to shake, partially from fear but also from the way my body had responded to Jack and his… type of punishment. The worst thing? I’d longed to be taken by Diego. I had to be losing my mind. A lump formed in my throat and I clenched my legs together, the stench of Jack’s rugged body still covering mine. I wanted to vomit from what had happened,