Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone (book series for 12 year olds txt) 📕

Then I turned off the lamp, moving silently toward the door. The rustle of bedding created a wave of desire slithering through my entire body. My cock ached all over again, my balls tightening. Christ. The woman had charged every dead cell in my body.

“Would you mind if I left the light on? I don’t like the darkness.” She said the words so quietly that I had to struggle to understand them. I also sensed more truth in them than almost anything else she’d said.

Her voice was haunting, the soft, velveteen tone further fueling the dirty thoughts and longing. “Of course not, but you’re safe here. That much I’ll promise you.” There was no reason for me to hesitate, but I did until I heard the click of the light as well as another rustle of the sheets.

When I closed the door, I snarled.

Safe.

She’d just happened upon the most unsafe location in Montana. After all, she was forced to share a roof with a murderer.

Chapter 4

Mitch

Danger.

It loomed all around me, smothering in the same way it had been before. I ached all over, the rough sex both incredible and freeing as well as a reminder that I might never be able to live my life normally ever again. Why did the man affect me so much? How had he managed to get underneath my skin in such a short period of time? I shuddered as visions of him eased into my mind. Jesus. I remained aroused.

Sighing, I tried to get comfortable under the covers. The wind continued to howl as I stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. My thoughts drifted from Reaper to the rainy night only a couple of months before.

“You can run, little girl, but there is nowhere on this planet you can hide from me. Me. Do you hear me? You’re going to have your day with the devil, and I assure you I will enjoy taking every inch of you my way.” He made a slurping sound that echoed even as I ran hard and fast, tears running down my face. The asshole had made this a game, allowing me to feel a hint of safety then hunting me down like some kind of prey.

When he howled like a wolf, I slumped against the side of a building, pressing my hands over my ears. I couldn’t allow the asshole to get to me. I had to keep running.

Run. Run. Run!

God. There was nowhere I could run, even to another state.

Turning over, I winced as my panties continued to scratch my heated buttocks. I still felt the effects of the spanking accompanied by his scent lingering all over me, creating a blanket formed by the rugged, dangerous man. Who was this guy and what the hell was he doing all the way up here alone if he hadn’t been sent by one of Giordani’s thugs?

I played over every move I’d made during the last forty-eight hours. I was certain I hadn’t been followed outside of the city and no one could know the location of the cabin. Not unless I’d been betrayed by the district attorney or my best girlfriend, although I’d been vague in my description of where I was going. No, I couldn’t believe either one of them would say anything. Unless Giordani had found Jessica.

Oh, God. Oh… I’d taken every precaution, had met her at an undisclosed location to tell her I was leaving for a little while. There was nothing connecting me to my best friend, but somehow Giordani had found out every detail of my life, the asshole even managing to threaten me from jail. He’d staked out my apartment, just standing outside then walking away. He’d found me at work, coming in and talking with the receptionist before leaving. Then he’d tampered with my car. All in an effort to scare me to death.

And his efforts had worked damn well.

I was sick to my stomach, my throat closing all over again. I’d been so stupid to think I could run away. Stupid. The asshole wouldn’t stop until he found me one way or the other.

Moaning, I yanked the covers over my head, still struggling to breathe. Now I was stuck with a man I didn’t know yet had allowed to fuck me.

A laugh bubbled to the surface.

“Great going, Mitch baby. You have finally lost your mind.”

But everything about the larger than life brute screamed dominance as well as protection. I had no doubt Reaper could use the gun he carried. I also had no doubt that he would refuse to allow me to stay without answers. A man of honor. Was that the truth or was this just another more complicated game Giordani had created?

One thing was completely certain in my mind. I’d walked into a lion’s den. Would Reaper devour or kill me in the end?

As I closed my eyes, I pushed the past out of my mind, allowing visions of the few passionate moments to slide into the forefront.

His chiseled jaw.

His muscular arms.

His kissable lips.

His big, fat cock.

An involuntary smile crossed my face as I began to drift off, allowing the images to remain as well as filthy thoughts to linger.

Spank me.

Taste me.

Fuck me.

Own… me…

Boom!

“Oh, God!” I jerked up, the cracking noise waking me from a dead sleep. He’d found me. No. No. No! The darkness was oppressive, suffocating me as much as whatever was holding me down. I’d been found and caged. I was imprisoned. I was… Taking several ragged breaths, I forced myself to calm down as I tried to think. Where the hell was I? What was going on?

My head ached and I blinked several times in an effort to try to see anything in the blackness. Finally, a few shadows came into view, my other senses heightened. I could hear howling wind, a slamming of something against the building. Okay. The mountains. Snow. A cabin.

One rugged and dangerous man.

And treachery.

I’d left the light