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

didn’t give her the right to treat me as if I was a bother.

Or an animal.

“Now, you need to stop fighting me. I am trying to help you, Mitch. Kinda getting tired of your tirades.”

“Then don’t treat me like a child.”

“Then don’t act like one.” I refused to stop, giving her six more in rapid succession. Given the spanking she’d received the night before, her skin immediately perked up to a warm crimson, although I had doubts that she would even remember the spanking after a few hours. Maybe I needed to give her a lesson in discipline around the clock.

My grin widened at the thought.

“Fine. Fine!” she yelped. “I’ll be good. I’ll obey you. I’ll follow your damn commands.”

“Uh-huh.” After giving her a few more, it seemed some of the fight was ripped out of her system. She stopped struggling, her back heaving as she took several deep breaths, pressing the side of her face against the pillow.

I was unable to resist, sliding my fingers around her heated bottom in circle after circle, enjoying the searing effect it had on my fingertips. Even the way my cock pressed against my zipper, while agonizing was also driving my hunger to an explosive point. She just had a way of enticing me like no other woman had.

“Just… stop.” She was finally breathless, the sound of her voice muffled.

“You’re going to promise me you’ll stop fighting me?” I pulled back, my heart racing.

“Yes. Yes! Okay? I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you were going to tie me up. Where did you think I was going to go in the middle of the night in a city I don’t know?”

I thought about the question, chuckling softly. “Darlin’, you’ve shown skills that most men would long to have. I wouldn’t put anything past you.”

She snorted and closed her eyes, still taking several deep breaths. “I promise. I will be good. I know you’re trying to help me, and I appreciate Scorpion too.”

I knew she was only biding her time. She simply had no understanding of or reason to trust two big burly men. I crawled off the bed, moving to untie her, fighting to keep from fucking her like some wild animal. We had work to do and I needed to find some place to stay, at least on a temporary basis. While Scorp’s hospitality was much appreciated, I had a feeling our arrival would start to hinder whatever love life he had going on.

“I’m going to untie you and you’re going to apologize.” As soon as I said the words, I could swear I heard her giggling.

“Of course,” Mitch said contritely.

I pulled the rope and took a step back, waiting to see what she was going to do.

She took her time before rolling over, staring up at the ceiling and taking several deep breaths. “You cowboy types are rough.”

I wasn’t expecting her comment and couldn’t help but laugh full out. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart. In fact, I’ve never been any man’s sweetheart.” There was a ring of truth in her words as well as a pang of sadness. For a woman so beautiful, I was shocked that she hadn’t been scooped up by several men.

Maybe that’s why Dante had set his sights on her. She was unabashed and had no idea how gorgeous she really was.

“All right. Brat it is.” I took a step away as she slowly sat up, staring at me with slightly less hatred in her eyes.

“You’re just mean. I have to wonder why.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say.” When she stood, rubbing her wrist the entire time, she was unsteady on her feet. The moment she took a single step forward, she almost tripped and fell.

“Whoa, little brat. You okay?” I rushed forward, gripping her arms.

“I’m… okay.” Her voice was so damn quiet, haunted. A part of me felt terrible for giving her a morning spanking. Maybe I was being too harsh with her.

Until she made the kind of move that she could have only learned in a self-defense class or perhaps from being on the wrestling team. She brought her knee to just the right place against my thigh, able to break our connection before kicking me in the shin then managing to toss me on the bed.

“You are a terrible man!” she snarled as she jumped on top of me, pummeling me with her fists. “You have no idea what I’ve been through, the kind of terror I had to face because of that horrible bastard. You don’t know how many nights I laid awake thinking it was going to be my last on Earth. You don’t give a damn that I left everything behind, maybe never to see my photographs or favorite pieces of clothing again. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself!”

Her words were heartfelt, laced with outrage and what did I do? I rolled her over, pinning her against the bed and dragging her arms over her head. Then I crushed my mouth over hers, enjoying her spunk as well as the taste of her.

She pitched and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I was far too strong for her.

Then I thrust my tongue inside, dominating hers as I willed her to succumb.

As my hunger exploded.

I was the asshole she’d accused me of being. I’d left a huge part of myself in Afghanistan, unable to contend with my past or my future. I’d lost all sense of humanity until she’d fought me in the snow, refusing to give in.

And now, all I could think about was fucking her.

Tasting her.

Owning her.

Like some freaking Neanderthal.

She moaned into the kiss, still fighting me for a few additional seconds. Then she ceased moving at all, including her mouth. The little brat wasn’t enjoying the moment of passion, she was playing dead.

Goddamn, the woman was driving me bat shit crazy. I was ready to rip off her clothes and have my way with her. In fact, that’s exactly what