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

I had a girlfriend. She was sweet and innocent, but she had no intention of waiting for me to return and I didn’t blame her. During my time overseas, there was a single woman that I cared about. However, long-distance relationships don’t last, especially in a time of war. Now, if that’s the last of your questions, I suggest you follow my commands.”

He was still an infuriating hunk of brawn and ruggedness, but impossible to resist. When he took a couple of steps away, still peering down at me as he slid the belt through his hands, I couldn’t stop shivering. I couldn’t seem to resist his instructions, although the little voice inside my head continued to laugh at me. I’d never allowed a single man to control me on any level in my life.

Liar. Liar.

The little voice was now sticking a knife into my brain, reminding me that I’d allowed Dante to break through certain barriers. Was the asshole good-looking? Yes, to a point. Had I been enthralled with his attention and the half dozen gifts he’d provided? Unfortunately, yes. This was entirely different.

This man was completely on the other side of the asshole who’d threatened to keep me caged for the rest of my life.

This man was… almost perfect.

I shifted to a standing position, riddled with a round of humiliation as I turned away, slowly tugging the shirt from the borrowed pair of jeans. When I pulled it over my head, very gingerly placing it over the back of the couch, my natural instinct almost took over, forcing me to issue not so kind words in his direction. I bit back another nervous laugh, trying to squelch not only my inner voice but the demons lurking inside.

I’d allowed my guard to fall once and had failed miserably. Could I actually allow that to happen again?

The answer came when I began to unfasten my jeans, a nervous tic appearing at the corner of my mouth as I fumbled to unfasten and unzip. The entire situation was nerve-racking, but I obeyed him, forced to tug the dense material over my hips. When I was finished placing them over my shirt, I could tell his breathing had changed, becoming much heavier.

“Good girl. Now, remove your bra and panties.”

I was unable to resist tossing him a hateful look over my shoulder, trying hard to control my breathing. He had no idea difficult it was to let go, to fly free of the worry and the inhibitions I’d had my entire adult life.

Yet I obeyed him once again, continuing to tremble as I slowly removed my bra. The chill in the room only added to the realization that my nipples were fully aroused. There was no denying my feelings for him, my body’s betrayal the least of my worries regarding the tough marine.

His breathing only intensified when I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, shimmying the lace down my legs. By the time I stepped out of them, goosebumps had popped up over almost every inch of my naked skin. The entire situation was filthy and sinful, yet delicious and breathtaking.

Even the thought regarding the spanking wasn’t as horrible as when he’d first given me one. Still, I found it difficult to turn in his direction. We’d already been lovers, the passion he exuded from every pore more incredible than anything I’d experienced, yet when I turned around, I folded my arm over my breasts. With my other hand, I attempted to hide my already aching mound, even keeping my legs as close together as possible.

The look on his face was completely carnal, a predator claiming his prey. I was thrown by the twinkle in his eyes, the sheer intensity of a deep connection that we shared, the vibes of electricity sparking. I couldn’t stop shivering and as I stared at him with my usual defiance, he dragged his tongue across his lips, his grip on the belt firm. He rolled the strap in between his fingers again, giving me a stark reminder of what was about to happen.

“So freaking beautiful,” he said under his breath.

His cock remained firm, pushing hard against his jeans. In the glow of the firelight, he appeared like some Adonis, his chiseled jaw and sculpted muscles drawing me into the darkness of his hunger.

“Crawl onto the couch and lean over the back.”

His words were even more dominating than before, the tone little more than a husky vibe. I wanted to get the ugly event over with, the anticipation killing me. Once again, I followed his orders like a good little girl, my legs aching as I knelt onto the couch, forced to take several deep breaths as I leaned over the back.

“Spread those gorgeous long legs of yours for me, little brat.”

The rumble of his voice sent another wave of desire dancing from the edge of my spine all the way to my toes. I gripped the back of the sofa as he inched closer, shoving the coffee table further out of the way.

“We don’t need any hindrances,” he said far too casually. When he dragged the tips of his fingers all the way down my back, sliding a single fingertip along the crack of my ass, I couldn’t stop a yelp from escaping my mouth. The way he patted both ass cheeks made me jump, my pulse racing.

When he pulled away, I shivered and darted a look over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Wait right there. If you move, your punishment will be much worse. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip as he walked toward the kitchen, straining to find out what he was doing. There was no way I could see. Sighing, I lowered my head, struggling with my emotions. Obedience wasn’t one of my best traits. He’d obviously already figured that out.

A full minute passed.

Then two.

After at least five, I was losing my patience, easing off the couch and taking a few steps toward the kitchen door in an