Talented author, Measha Stone, has gifted us with a sneak look into her new dark mafia romance! If your reading preferences include this genre, you won’t want to miss this title, or any of Measha’s books. I read one of her Blacklight releases and couldn’t put it down, becoming an instant fan of her writing.
Enjoy!
Blurb
I’m his now, and he’s not going to be gentle with me.
When my brothers tried to arrange a marriage for me back in New York, I ran away to Boston. Making it on my own at eighteen wasn’t easy, but for two years I managed to keep my freedom.
Until Gregor Romanov came looking for me.
I didn’t know what a Russian mob boss wanted with me when he first barged into my apartment, but as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom I knew one thing for sure.
My days as a free woman are over.
Now he’s taking off his belt to deal with my refusal to answer questions he didn’t have any business asking in the first place, but it isn’t just the sting of a spanking that is on my mind.
It’s what he has planned for me later tonight.
Excerpt #1
He slid his hands into the front pockets of his trousers, and that’s when I noticed it. The long, thick outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. Quickly, I turned away, but not fast enough.
“Spanking you made me hard, Hanna,” he explained it as though he were telling me the color of his damn shoes. “Watching your creamy skin turn red beneath my hand and how sweetly your ass bounced after each smack, it turned me on.”
“Hitting women makes you horny?” I shot at him. We were getting off topic. Very off topic.
“I wouldn’t ever hit a woman; not like you mean. But keeping a woman beneath my authority? Making her bend? Giving her a well-deserved punishment? Yes, all of those things make my dick hard. And if I checked your panties right now, I’m positive I’d find them wet.”
My face erupted into flames. “This is stupid.” I grabbed the doorknob of my door and flung it open. “Will you please just leave.”
“Thumb drive first.” He stood his ground.
Excerpt#2
Her jaw tensed as I spoke, but I wasn’t finished.
“Rule number four—obedience. You may not like my rules, but you will follow them, Hanna.”
Her cheeks reddened. “I am not your dog, Gregor.”
I stepped closer to her, letting her feel my height over her. She retreated half a step, but still had to tilt her head back to look up at me.
“No, you’re not. I keep my dog on a leash. He sleeps in a crate in my room back home. He eats from a bowl on the floor, and he naps at my feet.” Her eyes widened as I spoke. “If you want me to treat you like I do my dog, I’m sure I can make accommodations.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed hard and a part of me, the monster in me, almost wanted to see her crawl into a crate. Naked on all fours, a thick black collar around her neck. My cock grew hard just imagining her napping at my feet while I worked.
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