King of Wrath

KING OF WRATH PIPER STONE CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Afterword Books of the Sinners and Saints Series Books of the Benedetti Empire Series Books of the Merciless Kings Series Books of the Mafia Masters Series Books of the Edge of Darkness Series Books of the Dark Overture Series Books of the Club Darkness Series More Mafia and Billionaire Romances by Piper Stone Books of the Dangerous Business Series Books of the Eagle Force Series Books of the Montana Bad Boys Series Books of the Alpha Dynasty Series Books of the Alpha Beasts Series More Stormy Night Books by Piper Stone About Piper Stone Copyright © 2023 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC. www.StormyNightPublications.com Stone, Piper King of Wrath Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson Images by iStock/Lorado and iStock/AerialPerspective Works This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. PROLOGUE Sarah Somebody died today, someone who had a family and friends, a job they loved and plans for the future. Their life was cut short by fate, a cruel moment where a slight alteration in timing or a different decision could have prevented the tragedy. There would be sadness and tears, anger and frustration, so many demanding answers. But they wouldn’t come. Yes, somebody died today. I think it was me… CHAPTER 1 Sarah Darkness. Even though the blindfold was soft, preventing even a tiny amount of light, I wasn’t afraid of what he would do. Seconds later, I sensed his presence, his scent permeating my skin, yet he remained silent. But there was no doubt he was there, watching me. Waiting. Hungering. I was amazed how heightened my other senses became when he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, awakening the dark, lust-filled needs he’d exposed the first time he’d touched me. I’d already realized that the single event had pulled me into his world, the man able to capture my soul before I’d known it had gone missing. There was a profound need shared between us, a thirst so intense and electrifying that a single touch could light the fire between us. I lost myself when I was with him, incapable of focusing and I couldn’t understand the reason why. He’d taken me, used me, forced me to surrender to his darkest needs and still I hungered for more. Now, as I remained in the same position where he’d placed me almost two hours before, my senses heightened to the fullest extent, I thought I’d go mad if he didn’t brush his fingers across my arm or whisper the sordid, filthy words that kept me fully aroused. I wanted to hate him. No, I needed to despise him in order to break the spell, but every time I believed I’d found the strength, he destroyed my resolve with nothing more than a look from his dark eyes. He was a monster, a predator, an evil man, but all I could see when I was with him was the man I’d fallen into an abyss for. Maybe I was crazy, but my mouth watered to have his cock inside, to drown in his cum. My arms ached, the rope he used to tie my wrists tighter than normal. Every time I shifted, the thick strands chafed my skin. I was naked and bare, waiting for him to provide a command. How had this happened? How? Why? You know the answer. Yes, I did, although at times it was difficult to accept. When I moved, trying to take the pressure from my knees, I finally heard a sound. Then a deep rumble, a growl of disappointment that I’d moved at all. As he walked closer, the rustle of his trousers trickling into my ears, I held my breath. “You’re still the bad girl I met. Aren’t you? My perfect little submissive.” His deep voice resonated inside, creating a wave of desire that was almost overwhelming. “Yes, sir.” When I felt the strands of a strap tickling my back, I shuddered, wetness penetrating my inner thighs as my pussy clenched and released. He reached down, fondling my breast, flicking his finger back and forth across my nipple. Then he pinched it without reservation, twisting until I cried out. “My beautiful pain slut. You do know I love that about you. Yes?” “Yes, sir.” This was our game, one of many. His dirty words had exposed another part of me, releasing her from invisible chains, even if physically I was his prisoner. But the two sides remained at odds, my rationality fighting the inevitable. “Mmm… Bend forward,” he directed, still brushing the ends of the tawse back and forth across my bottom. I did as he asked, doing everything I could to keep from placing my hands on the carpet. “Legs open wider.” Again, I obeyed him even as the strong woman inside tried to convince me otherwise. The man had been my undoing, his method of seduction like a maestro finessing a beloved instrument. And I’d fallen for it. He’d stripped away my innocence, using a terrible moment in our lives to weave us tightly together. I was nothing but his possession, but there was no place I’d rather be. We were toxic, passionate, and totally incompatible. I’d taken an oath to save lives. He’d promised to destroy them, issuing blinding pain for his amusement. “Good girl.” He touched my shoulder, squeezing as if providing me with some comfort. Then he cracked