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

realizing I’d actually called out the man’s name. Sweat covered my face, my skin clammy. The sound of the glass hitting the floor matched the hard thudding of my heart. It was difficult to catch my breath, every muscle tense. I hadn’t allowed myself to think of that actual moment in months. I’d been a fool to think I was ready to tackle the responsibility.

Or the guilt.

The single creak of the floor forced me to react without thinking. I immediately grabbed my weapon, whipping around to face the intruder, the Glock firmly positioned in both hands. No one was going to enter my private world. If they did, they would face my wrath.

She gasped, her eyes opening wide, her entire body shaking. “Don’t kill me. Please. I don’t want to die here.”

Her words broke the malevolent force that had stripped me of the ability to think clearly, shoving me back into the present. Yet I could still smell the stench of gasoline, smoke, and blood, my nostrils flaring as I glared at her.

As her words finally registered in my mind, I was forced to realize that I wasn’t fit to be around anyone. I also grasped onto the fact the mystery guest was indeed running from a very bad situation. Who the hell was this girl?

“Go back to bed. I’m not going to kill you.” My tone was far too demanding, but I didn’t give a shit. She’d come to the wrong cabin if she thought I would be able to help her. I was exactly like the people she was running from.

A murderer.

“Are you okay?” she asked, actual concern in her voice. She walked closer, her eyes darting back and forth.

“I said. Go the fuck back to bed.”

“Why are you such an asshole?” Her defiance had returned, and she stormed closer, purposely stomping on the hardwood floor as if ready to throw a tantrum. That’s when I realized that she’d managed to find a flannel shirt. My fucking flannel shirt. She stood in nothing but the damn red and black plaid, her feet bare. She looked like some sweet and innocent flower.

Only I knew better.

She was hiding something. Whatever it was, she’d managed to place me smack in the middle of it.

“This is my place, sweetheart. I can be or act any way I want,” I snorted.

“That doesn’t give you the right to keep me here or spank me or…”

“If you misbehave, then you deserve to pay the price.”

Her haughty look yanked at my patience. “Like I said before. Fuck you.”

“You know what? You’re right.”

When she dared to walk to within a few inches of me, even lifting her hand as if ready to slap me, I reacted without thinking. All the pain and frustration, the heartache and longing swept into me like a wildfire. I snapped my hands around her wrists, yanking her closer and onto her toes. A growl rushed up from the depths of my being the second she let off a scattered whisper, her beautiful blue eyes penetrating into my very soul. “I can also do anything I want.”

God, I wanted this woman. I didn’t care if what I was going to do was irrational and filthy, pushing every boundary there was.

“What the hell do you mean?” she challenged, those sapphire blue eyes sparkling with lust as well as venom.

“Disobedient girls need punishment. They also need to be fucked.” I jerked her heated body against my chest, immediately fisting her luxurious raven-colored hair, forcing her back into an arc as I crushed my mouth over hers. My heart raced to the point I was seeing stars. Nothing mattered any longer. Nothing but tasting her.

Caressing her.

Fucking her.

She slammed her fists against me, wiggling in my hold as her moans persisted. Every sound was more like sweet music. Every push of her hand only fueled the angry, lonely man who’d blocked off everything and everyone.

The kiss became a wild moment of passion, utter savagery erupting from deep within. I thrust my tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth, dominating hers as I wanted to do with every other inch of her body.

She’d sparked something I’d long thought dead, her vibrant, brazen attitude dragging the beast from his lair.

Another whimper left her mouth as she undulated her body, her fists now used to cling to me. The taste of her was magnificent, sweet and tangy. I wanted to drink every drop of her essence, hoping it would fill my blackened soul.

I gathered the scent from between her legs in my nostrils, the fragrance as intoxicating as any bottle of booze. She was wet, her body as hot as the raging fire behind us. I shifted my hand down her back, cupping her bottom. The feel of her smooth silk panties was just as thrilling as seeing them had been earlier. But I wanted nothing more than to rip them off, removing every obstacle that stood in my way.

I was going to have her.

God help me, but nothing would stop me.

As the kiss continued, she stopped struggling altogether, even sliding her hand toward my cock. The second she wrapped her hand around my thick bulge, squeezing her long fingers, I broke the kiss. I could barely catch my breath as I dragged my tongue across her cheek, moving to her jaw.

She continued stroking as I nipped her earlobe, the carnal sounds she made so beautiful and alluring.

“I can tell you’re wet for me, sweet Mitch. Tell me, do you hunger to have my cock thrusting deep inside your pussy?” I didn’t even recognize my voice, or understand my behavior, but the feisty woman was going to know I was in absolute control.

“No. Never.”

“No?” I snarled as I smacked my hand across her bottom.

Her eyes opened wide, her pouty look driving me absolutely crazy. “No,” she whispered with zero conviction. “I can’t want you.”

“Yet you do.”

“You’re a…” Mitch was unable to finish the sentence. She bit her lower lip as she caressed my cock, driving me to the point of