Resultados Editorial "Piper Stone" en Literatura y ficción

Julieta Morales hoped to escape an unwanted marriage, but the moment she got into my car, her fate was sealed. She will have a husband, but it won't be the cartel boss her father chose for her. It will be me. But I'm not the kind of man who takes his bride gently amid rose petals on her wedding night. She'll learn to satisfy her King's demands with her bottom burning and her hair held in my fist. She'll promise obedience when she speaks her vows, but she'll be mastered long before then.

Until mere moments ago, I was a doctor heading home after my shift at the hospital. But that was before I was forced into the back seat of an SUV, then bared and spanked for trying to escape. Now I'm just leverage for the Cabello brothers to use against my father, but it isn't the thought of being held hostage by these brutes that has my heart racing and my whole body quivering. It is the way they're looking at me...Like they're about to tear my clothes off and take turns mounting me like wild beasts. Like they own me.

I shouldn't be here. My clothes shouldn't be scattered around the room, my bottom shouldn't be sore, and I certainly shouldn't be screaming into the sheets as a ruthless tycoon takes everything he wants from me. I shouldn't even know Houston Powers at all, but I was in a bad spot and I was made an offer. A shameful, indecent offer I couldn't refuse. I was desperate, I needed the money, and I didn't have a choice. Not a real one, anyway. I'm here because I signed a contract, but I'm his because he made me his.

Vincenzo King thought I knew something about a man who betrayed him, but that isn't why I'm on my way to New Orleans, well-used and sore with my backside still burning from his belt. When he bared and punished me, maybe it was just business, but what came after was not. It was savage, it was shameful, and it was very, very personal. I'm his toy now, and not the kind you keep in its box on the shelf. He's going to play rough with me. He's going to get me all wet and dirty. Then he's going to do it all again tomorrow.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey.... The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

Men like them don't ask. They take. I thought I understood the risks of going undercover to report on billionaires flaunting their power, but these men didn't send lawyers after me. They're going to deal with me themselves. Now I'm naked aboard their private plane, my backside already burning from one of their belts, and these three infuriatingly sexy bastards have only just gotten started teaching me my place.

I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already. She's sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished. She's well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want. She's waiting for me in my bed because she's my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.

When my life was threatened, Michael King didn't just take matters into his own hands. He took me. When he carried me off it was partly to protect me, but mostly it was because he wanted me. I didn't choose to go with him, but it wasn't up to me.

The men who hunt me were always brutes, but now lust makes them barely more than beasts. When they catch me, I know what comes next. I will fight, but my need to be bred is just as strong as theirs is to breed. When they strip me, punish me, and use me the way I'm meant to be used, my screams will be the screams of climax.

Emily Porter saw me kill a man who betrayed my family, and she helped put me behind bars. But someone with my connections doesn't stay in prison long, and she is about to learn the hard way that there is a price to pay for crossing the boss of the King dynasty. A very, very painful price.... She's going to cry for me as I blister that beautiful bottom, then she's going to scream for me as I ravage her over and over again, taking her in the most shameful ways she can imagine. But leaving her well-punished and well-used is just the beginning of what I have in store for Emily.

The first time I saw Austin, he was hitchhiking. I stopped to give him a lift, but I didn't end up taking this big, rough former marine wherever he was heading. He was far too busy taking me. When Francesca Montgomery pulled up beside me, I didn't know who she was, but I knew what she needed, and I gave it to her. Long, hard, and thoroughly, until she was screaming my name as she climaxed over and over with her quivering bare bottom still sporting the marks from my belt.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

We took her, and we're not going to be gentle with her. Delaney Archer got herself mixed up with someone who crossed us, and now she's going to find out just how roughly and shamefully three bad men like us can make use of her beautiful body. She can plead for mercy, but it won't stop us from stripping her bare and spanking her until she's sore, sobbing, and soaking wet. Our feisty little captive is going to take everything we give her, and she'll be screaming our names with every savage climax long before we're done with her.

On the run from corrupt men determined to silence me, I sought refuge in his cabin. I ate his food, drank his whiskey, and slept in his bed. But then the big bad bear came home and I learned the hard way that sometimes Goldilocks ends up with her cute little bottom well-used and sore. He stripped me, spanked me, and ravaged me in the most shameful way possible, but then this rugged brute did something no one else ever has before. He made it clear he plans to keep me....

In my world, a bride can be given...or she can be taken. When Winter O'Brien was given to me, she thought she had a say in the matter. She was wrong. She is my bride. Mine to claim, mine to punish, and mine to use as shamefully as I please. The sting of my belt on her bare bottom will teach her to obey, but obedience is just the beginning. I will demand so much more.

Her scent drew me to her, but something deeper and more powerful told me she was mine. Something that would not be denied. Something that demanded I claim her then and there. I took her the way a beast takes his mate. Roughly. Savagely. Without mercy or remorse. She will run, and when she does, she will be punished, but it is not me that she fears. Every quivering, desperate climax reminds her that her body knows its master, and that terrifies her.

When I snuck into Montana Cobalt's house, I was looking for help learning to ride like him. What I got was his belt across my bare backside, and then with tears running down my cheeks and arousal dripping onto my thighs, he taught me an even rougher, more shameful lesson. He's agreed to train me, but not just for the rodeo. He's going to show me what it means to be ridden hard and put away wet, and I'll take everything he gives me and then beg him for more.

Even the most powerful men in the world know better than to cross me, but Autumn Sutherland thought she could spy on me in my own club and get away with it. Now, she must be punished. She tried to expose me, so she will be exposed. Bare, bound, and helplessly on display, she'll beg for mercy as my strap lashes her quivering bottom and my crop leaves its burning welts on her most intimate spots. Then, she'll scream my name as she takes every inch of me, long and hard.

With a ruthless, corrupt billionaire after me, Crockett, Dylan, and Wade are just the men I need. Rough men who know how to keep a woman safe...and how to make her scream their names. But the Hell's Fury MC doesn't do charity work, and their help will come at a price. A shameful price. They aren't just going to bare me, punish me, and then do whatever they want with me. They're going to make me beg for it.