Resultados Editorial "Piper Stone" en Suspense romántico

When Esme Rawlings looks at me, she sees many things. A ruthless mob boss. A key witness to the latest murder in an ongoing turf war. A guardian angel who saved her from a hitman's bullet. But when I look at her, I see just one thing. My mate. She can investigate me as thoroughly as she feels necessary, prying into every aspect of my family's vast mafia empire, but the only truth she really needs to know about me she will learn tonight with her bare bottom burning and her protests drowned out by her screams of climax. I take what belongs to me.

When I first screamed his name in shameful surrender, Sevastian Kozlov was the enemy, the heir of a rival family who had just finished spanking me into submission after I dared to defy him. Though he'd already claimed my body by the time he claimed me as his bride, no matter how desperately I long for his touch, I vowed this beautiful sinner would never conquer my heart. But it wasn't up to me.

When I knocked on Kirill Sabatin's door, I didn't know he was the Kozlov Bratva's most feared enforcer. I didn't expect him to be the most terrifyingly sexy man I've ever laid eyes on either.. I told him off for making so much noise in the middle of the night, but if the crack of his palm against my bare bottom didn't wake everyone in the building my screams of climax certainly did. I shouldn't have let him spank me, let alone seduce me. He's a dangerous man, and I could easily end up in way over my head.

When I went undercover to investigate a series of murders with links to Steele Franklin's auction house operation, I expected to be sold for the humiliating use of one of his fellow billionaires. But he wanted me for himself. No contract. No agreed upon terms. No say in the matter at all except whether to surrender to his shameful demands without a fight or make him strip me bare and spank me into submission first. I chose the second option.

It wasn't his mafia birthright that made Dax Dupree a monster. Years behind bars and a brutal war with a rival organization made him hard as steel, but the beast he can barely control was always there, and without a mate to mark and claim, it would soon take hold of him completely. I didn't know that when he showed up at my bar after closing and spanked me until I was wet and shamefully ready for him to mount and ravage me, or even when I woke the next morning with my throat sore from screaming and his seed still drying on my thighs. But I know it now. Because I'm his mate.

As Liam McGinty's belt lashes my bare backside, it isn't the burning sting or the humiliating awareness that my body's surrender is on full display for this ruthless mobster that shocks me. It's the fact that this isn't a scene from one of my books. I almost can't process the fact that I'm really riding in the back of a luxury SUV belonging to the most powerful Irish mafia boss in New York—the man I've written so much about—with my cheeks blushing, my bottom sore inside and out, and my arousal soaking the seat beneath me.

I was supposed to be safe from the lottery. Set apart for a man who would treat me with dignity. But as I'm probed and examined in the most intimate, shameful ways imaginable while the hulking alien king who just spanked me looks on approvingly, I know one thing for certain. This brute didn't end up with me by chance. He wanted me, so he found a way to take me. He'll savor every blush as I stand bare and on display for him, every plea for mercy as he punishes my defiance, and every quivering climax as he slowly masters my virgin body. I'll be his before he even claims me.

Alexandra is a senator's daughter, used to mingling in the company of the rich and powerful, but tonight, she will learn that there are men who play by different rules. Men like me. I could romance her. I could seduce her and then carry her gently to my bed. But that can wait. Tonight I'm going to wring one ruthless climax after another from her quivering body with her bottom burning from my belt and her throat sore from screaming. She will know she is mine before she even knows she is my bride.

Catherine's father conspired to have my father killed, and that debt to the Benedetti family must be settled. Just as he took something from me, I will take something from him. His daughter. She will be mine to punish and ravage, but when she suffers, it will not be for his sins. It will be for my pleasure. She will beg, but it will be for me to claim her in the most shameful ways imaginable. She will scream, but it will be because she doesn't think she can bear another climax. But when she surrenders at last, it will not be to her captor. It will be to her husband.

I didn't think I needed Dimitri Kristoff's protection, but it wasn't up to me. With a kingpin from a rival family coming after me, he took charge, took off his belt, and then took what he wanted. He knows I'm not used to doing as I'm told. He just doesn't care. The stripes seared across my bare bottom left me sore and sorry, but it was what came after that truly left me shaken. The princess of the king family shouldn't be on her knees for anyone, let alone this Bratva brute who has decided to claim for himself what he was meant to safeguard.

Plenty of men who thought they could put me in my place have learned the hard way that I was more than they could handle, and when Jake showed up I was sure he would be no different. I was wrong. When I pushed him, he bared and spanked me in front of a bar full of people. I should have let it go at that, but I couldn't. That's why he's taking off his belt....

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.

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.

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.

I work alongside firefighters, so I know how to handle musclebound roughnecks, but Blaise Tompkins is in a league of his own. The night we met, I threw a glass of wine in his face, then ended up shoved against the wall with my panties on the floor and my arousal dripping down my thighs, screaming out climax after shameful climax with my well-punished bottom still burning. I've got a series of arsons to get to the bottom of, and finding out that the infuriatingly sexy brute who spanked me will be helping me with the investigation seemed like the last thing I needed.

I knew Erik Chenault was dangerous the moment I saw him. Everything about him should have warned me away, from the scar on his face to the fact that mobsters call him Blade. But I was drawn like a moth to a flame, and I ended up burnt...and blushing, sore, and thoroughly used.

They were paid to bring me home safe. They decided to keep me instead. I thought I could run away from the marriage the mafia arranged for me, but I ended up held prisoner in a foreign country by someone far more dangerous than the man I tried to escape. Then Jack and Diego came for me. They didn't ask if I wanted to be theirs. They just took 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.

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.