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

I intended on doing, my cock aching to the point my balls were blue. I shifted until I was able to slide my hand between her legs. There was no resistance, no fighting spirit left in her.

Why did I have the distinct feeling she was just playing another game, likely to reach for my weapon or try to kick me in the balls? The heat between her legs was just as engulfed in flames as my entire body, the electricity surging like a live wire act in the middle of a raging thunderstorm. I was shocked at the hunger dancing into every cell and molecule, my entire body ready to explode.

I continued the kiss, making the action rough, exploring the dark recesses of her mouth as I took exactly what I craved. I needed to feel her naked body against mine. I craved driving my cock into every hole. I wanted her hot little mouth wrapped around my cockhead, sucking me for a full hour before I erupted deep into her throat.

I was such a barbarian, my hunger knowing no bounds.

The second I touched her pussy, she stiffened. Jesus Christ, it was her only response. I hesitated, my finger just outside her slickened folds. Then what was left of my honorable nature kicked in and I broke the kiss. Her eyes were still lit by the fire raging inside of her, but her face showed contempt.

And still, the electricity soared.

I pulled away, immediately climbing off the bed.

The knock on the door was almost welcomed.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice turning gruff.

“Just your old buddy. We should probably talk.”

Talk. I turned my attention toward Mitch, shaking my head. “We’ll be right there.”

There were two things I hated most in my life.

Liars.

And women who pushed my every button.

As she moved off the bed, I couldn’t help but think she was both.

And all my mind could focus on was claiming her.

What the hell did that make me?

My answer was easy, although difficult to process.

A man with no conscience.

Chapter 10

Mitch

Shock and awe.

That’s exactly what the burly, rugged, pain in the ass man had wanted to do. He’d tied me up, for God’s sake, keeping me his prisoner all throughout the night. I rubbed my wrist as I glared at Scorpion, tugging the tee shirt further down my thighs as he stood there with a smirk on his face. The two men were exactly the same.

Rowdy.

Take no shit.

Gorgeous.

I was still tingling from the way Reaper had crushed his body against mine, my pussy quivering and the slickness between my legs disgusting me. I closed my eyes briefly, willing the entire morning away. The asshole had spanked me.

Again.

And he’d soaped my mouth.

Who did that kind of crap? Why in the world did I deserve such harsh treatment?

My inner voice broke into laughter, chastising me in a way that pissed me off. Sadly, she was right. I was acting more like a child than a grown woman. While I had a right to be terrified, I certainly didn’t have the right to take out my fears and frustrations on a man I barely knew.

Except carnally.

Groaning, I rubbed my hand against my forehead, trying to block out the visions of the extremely passionate moment in the shower. I’d loved every second of his utter domination, something that continued to shock me. After dealing with Dante for barely three weeks, how could I dare engage in the concept of allowing some man to control me?

The answer wasn’t that difficult to comprehend.

Because I had no other choice.

I mulled over the options as well as Reaper’s rough and tumble actions, pushing the wave of anxiety closer to the surface all over again.

What the hell was his problem? He hungered to control everything so much that it included me? A stranger? I’d never felt so awkward or unsure of what to do in my life, even during the trial with Dante. I’d known exactly what I believed to be the right thing. Tell the truth. Where the hell had it gotten me?

“Anyway, I have a few ideas,” Scorpion continued, his eyes twinkling. The man had obviously heard our interaction.

Fucking fantastic.

Reaper turned his attention in my direction, his chest rising and falling. “Get dressed.” The two words were gruff, his body language tight as a drum. I’d refused his advances and that obviously pissed him off.

Aww, what a shame.

I waited until the two men left the room, closing the door behind them before sagging against the bed. My entire body continued to tingle from Reaper’s touch as well as his brutal kisses. I rubbed my fingers across my mouth, hungering for more of his volatile actions, his aggressive nature. I almost laughed at the thought.

He was one hell of a man. I finally smiled before moving toward the dresser, retrieving the jeans I’d found the night before. At least they fit. After struggling into them, I took a look into the dresser mirror, my bottom aching like crazy. What the hell was I going to do? I’d never felt so alone in my life or so terrified of what every day was going to bring.

There was no way Reaper could protect me. He had no idea what he’d be forced to face. As I dropped my head, I realized my emotions were all over the place. I actually adored Reaper, even if he’d spanked me like four times. Maybe more. As I rubbed my bottom, the jeans scratching my bruised ass, I shook my head. He was one mysterious man.

I struggled into my boots before finding a flannel shirt to put over my tee shirt. I wasn’t going to make a fashion statement but at least I would be warm. Before I walked out of the room, I took a deep breath. I would need to learn to trust the man, although I’d been stupid enough to place my trust in the wrong one before. One time. I’d lost my mind one time and now…

I couldn’t stand thinking about the future. In