by Piper Stone
Seized
By
Piper Stone
Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone
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Stone, Piper
Seized
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter One
Delaney
Outlaws...
Vile scum. Monsters. Villains.
And the man chasing after me had a gun.
Run. Run!
My inner voice pushed me on, my bare feet pounding against the hard terrain, shells and rocks biting into my tender skin. The wind whipped strings of sand into my eyes, almost blinding me as I raced into the dense forest of trees. I had to get away. Nothing was going to stop me.
I swerved through the swaying limbs, one catching me in the face, yet I didn’t feel the pain. My senses were dulled, my mind only able to concentrate on the task I was determined to complete.
“Come here, little girl. The consequences will be much worse if you don’t.”
I heard his voice in the distance, the husky tone nearly swallowing me in velvet blankets, longing to consume every inch of my body. The man had no idea what I was made of. I refused to stop, picking up the pace, but I knew I had to hide.
My heart hammered against my chest, finally forcing me to slide against one of the trees in an effort to catch my breath. I had one shot at this, only one. There was no real chance I’d make it.
But I had to try.
If not, they were going to kill me. Three strangers with filthy minds and ugly desires. I would not be their pawn. I would not succumb. Ever. I glared at the rough waves, fighting the hair as it swept across my face. The boat rocked against the dock, water pitching against the sides.
Only a few hundred yards to go. I knew I could do this.
After rubbing sand from my eyes, I took off running.
Within seconds, I was given a hard yank, the force tossing me to the ground. The brutal thud took my breath, stars floating in front of my eyes. “No!” Struggling, I twisted out of his grasp, able to free one of my legs. Giving it everything I had, I smashed my foot against his chest, gaining enough momentum to scramble forward.
The weapon he always carried tumbled into the air, dropping several feet away. My mind reeled at the possibilities. You can do this. You can.
“No. No!” I managed to get to my feet, stumbling forward as I tried to run away from him, trying my best to grab ahold of the gun.
“Come here. Now!”
His gruff voice indicated he was right behind me.
“Fuck!” he roared.
Maybe I still had a chance to get away. My breath ragged, I almost stumbled to the sand then caught myself, racing forward once again.
When I was pitched to the ground a second time, his massive body fell on top of me, pinning me to the sand, my fingers only inches away from the cold, hard steel. I stared in horror, struggling to breathe. Please, God. Please...
“You’re not getting away. Not now. Not ever.”
“Get off me, you bastard.” I could feel the heat erupting from his rugged frame, the electricity soaring through us the same as always. Every inch of my body trembled, my pussy aching as he brushed his fingers down my arm, his hot breath cascading over my naked skin. The man was just as gorgeous as he was terrifying.
A rugged beast.
A powerful adversary.
Dangerous...
How could I be attracted to such a monster?
Guilt rushed into me, my pulse racing, and all I could do was stare at the gun. My last hope was fading.
I gasped for air as he fisted my hair, yanking my head several inches off the terrain.
“You disobeyed me again,” he stated in a husky tone, his lips dangerously close to my cheek.
“And I’ll do it again. And again, you fuck!”
“Then I’m going to punish you over and over again until you learn.” He dragged me onto all fours, but not before grinding his hips back and forth, the action sending another shower of intense current dancing into every inch of my body.
Hissing, I slid my hands back and forth, trying to find anything else I could use as a weapon, even as my nipples began to ache, my pussy soaking my panties. I was sick to my stomach from the intensity of the rocketing sensations, my mind becoming foggy. This shouldn’t be happening.
“I’ve tried to be lenient with you, but you only seem to respond to harsh discipline,” he growled as he fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts.
I reached back with one hand then the other in a ridiculous effort to get him to stop. My legs trembled as he managed to drag my shorts and panties over my hips, pushing the material to my knees. “I hate you.”
“Yeah? Well, get used to it.”
As he brought his hand down in rapid succession, moving from one side to the other, the sound of his palm slapping against my skin was powerful.
And horrifying.
And infuriating.
And... electrifying.
He made certain I wasn’t going anywhere as the brutal spanking continued, his hold on my hair firm. Stars floated in front of my eyes as pain shifted down my legs.
“Stop. Just stop!” I yelled.
“You deserve to be punished, Delaney, for running and for risking your life.”
“Asshole. You’re nothing but a monster.”
“Call me anything you want, sunshine, but you know what? I think you like this. In fact, I can tell how much it excites you.”
He refused to stop, peppering my bottom with hard smacks. The pain was blinding as well as embarrassing, my entire body clenching from horrible fear.
“Fuck you,” I hissed, still clawing at the sand, panting so hard my chest ached.
“Maybe I should pull off my belt. Is that what you crave, sweet sunshine? A man who knows how hard to discipline you?”
My God, the man was out of his mind. “No. No!”
“Are you wet for me, just like you’ve been before? Are you hungry to have my cock filling that tight little hole?”
My mind wanted to scream no, but my body had betrayed me more than once. Tears threatened to fall even as I did everything to push them away. He was never going to see me cry. “Never.”
He gave me several additional smacks, his fingers catching my pussy lips, further tingling every part of me.
“Fuck. Oh...” I couldn’t keep the moan from slipping past my lips, exhaustion driving me to the point of giving up. I tried to
keep my eyes on the boat, the hard sound of the hull thumping against the dock almost giving me a smile. I would find a way to leave the island. I would get to safety.
And I would see them taken to prison.
“Why don’t I find out?” he growled.
When he rolled his hand between my legs, fingering my mound, I was shocked my whimpers of agony turned into moans of pleasure. He slid his fingers deep inside, flexing them open, pumping several times.
“Mmm... Just as I thought,” he whispered.
No. No fucking way I wanted this.
Gasping, I closed my eyes, the raw pleasure as he rolled his thumb over my clit sending a shower of goosebumps across every inch of naked skin.
“You’re wet and hot so that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Fuck you.” His deep voice blanketed me, the sound dripping with lust. He delivered four additional strikes, two smacking my pussy.
I bit back a scream, smashing my fist into the sand. I’d spent my entire life being a good girl, playing by the rules. Where the hell had it gotten me? There was a moment where everything seemed to stand still.
Until I felt the tip of his cock slipping past my swollen folds, his cockhead breaching my tight channel. I bristled, closing my eyes as the sand pinged against my face. I’d never felt so filthy in my life.
He thrust the entire length of his shaft inside, his guttural sounds floating over me.
As my muscles clamped around the thick invasion, accepting as if I belonged to him, I closed my eyes, struggling to find a place of peace.
“So tight. So wet,” he half whispered, grinding his hips against me.
No. I couldn’t be.
But I was.
I couldn’t want him.
But I hungered for his cock, his mouth and tongue. I longed to have him filling every hole, taking me to new heights of pleasure.
I was disgusted with myself, furious that the woman I’d been could ever accept such brutality.
“I could do this all day long, sweet sunshine.” He powered into me, the force almost knocking me into the sand.
There was nothing as horrible as... swallowing back a whimper, I was shocked I’d arched my back, even opening my legs wider. My God, I was offering myself to the vicious criminal, pretending I wanted this. Everything was a blur as he fucked me long and hard, his guttural sounds mixing with my ragged breathing.
“Do you want to come for me?” he huffed. “I think you do.”
No way. No... way. But I couldn’t hold back, my pussy clenching then releasing several times. Every muscle in my body tingled, every cell on fire as a climax threatened to give me away. I bit back a scream as my body began to shake and the second an orgasm exploded within me, I made a promise to myself.
He wasn’t going to break me.
Not now.
Not ever.
“So wet. So fucking wet,” he murmured, gasping for breath as he thrust harder and faster. The bastard was ready to come, spewing his cum inside of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My body reacted, clamping down on his massive cock as he exploded inside. All I wanted to do was cry.
He planted his hands on either side of me, his body folding over mine. “You hunger more than I do.”
I hated the man and his words. I loathed the fact that he’d managed to unlock some hidden desires, stripping away my inhibitions.
Making me into his toy.
He rolled off, raking his nails down my arm, his breathing heavy. “You’re not going to try that again or your punishment will be much worse.”
I threw a look over my shoulder, struggling to breathe. He thought he had the upper hand. The bastard really believed that he could get the better of me. Fuck that.
I had a surprise for him.
Moving quickly, I crawled forward, grabbing the gun and planting it in both hands, able to get to my feet before he moved.
He laughed. The asshole actually laughed as he rose to his feet, shaking his head. Even in the cloudy conditions, I could see his eyes twinkling. “We’ve been through this before. You’re a sweet girl.”
“Sweet?” I asked as I pointed the barrel toward his chest. “I don’t think you want to find out. Stop. Don’t come any closer.”
A look of amusement registered on his face, his eyes darting to the gun. “We need to get back to the house, sunshine. Give me the gun and I won’t be forced to use my belt.”
“My fucking name is Delaney. How many times do I have to tell you that, asshole?”
He took a long stride closer, lifting a single eyebrow as he grinned. “Delaney, please give me the gun.”
The bastard was acting like this was some kind of game. “I said stop. I will shoot you.”
Snorting, he did stop then brushed both hands through his long hair as he gazed down the length of me, finally settling on the weapon. “No, I don’t think you will. You’re not that kind of woman. In fact, you’re far too good. Innocent.”
My God, he said the words as if being a decent person was a weakness.
Damn him. Even at this moment he wore the same sexy expression that threatened to derail what I needed to do. What I was about to do. No, the only thing I could do in order to stay alive. “You have no idea what kind of girl I am. I suggest you think twice about underestimating me.”
He rubbed his jaw, his intense eyes boring into mine. “I think I’m going to take that chance. Besides, I believe the safety is still on.”
The second he took two steps closer, I had a split second to make a decision. Holding my breath, I counted to three. One.
Two.
Bam!
Chapter Two
Sawyer
Two days earlier
They say revenge is sweet, especially when served up cold, yet what I planned would create a firestorm.
As well as streams of blood.
Run. Get the fuck away from here.
The voice inside my head didn’t need to spur me on. I could swear I heard the sound of vicious dogs barking as they raced through the forest, hungry to pin me against a tree. I envisioned the eager warden’s face when he shoved the barrel of a gun under my chin.
I took a deep breath before ripping my way through the dense underbrush, slashing through the vines with the crude weapon I’d forged over time. I couldn’t help but snicker over the images. There were no dogs used to attack anyone attempting to escape. Just miles of dense forest surrounding several unairconditioned buildings.
Bullshit.
Lies.
Betrayal.
I couldn’t get the three words out of my mind as I hunkered down, the hot sun oppressive as hell even through the canopy of trees. I was covered in sweat, my orange jumpsuit soaked, but nothing was going to stop me from obtaining my goal. I’d hungered for this moment, had planned it for months, even dreamt about breaking free from the prison walls and harsh treatment. Hell, I’d been forced to surrender my entire fortune, leaving me penniless and without the ability to find a life even when my penance had been completed.
At least I had good friends, ones I could count on from my past. Not the motherfucker who’d derailed my life.
I’d trusted my damn partner, a man I’d respected and considered a friend, only to be tossed aside like garbage. My life had been ruined all because of false accusations and lies. My blood boiled at the thought, my entire body on fire. The rage had remained burning deep within for arduous months, fueled by the knowledge that I had truth on my side.
First, the fucker was going to be ruined.
After that, I’d have some fun with determining the rest of his life.
And his torment. Maybe eighteen months’ worth.
After all, I was a very bad man, one with no conscience.
Or so I’d been told more than once, starting when I was very young. Why not live up to my reputation finally?
Another round of rage swelled within me, the very reason I’d made such a risky decision.
I waited in the bank of trees, c
ognizant that at any time my escape could be discovered. If everything didn’t work out perfectly, I would spend the rest of my life behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit.
After wiping sweat from my brow, I leaned against one of massive oaks, visions of the entire ordeal flashing in front of my mind as if it had occurred yesterday instead of eighteen months before. Every single day I’d been incarcerated had been pure torture, the building rage the reason I’d stayed alive.
I heard the sound of an engine and shifted into a denser part of the forest, still able to catch a glimpse of the gravel road. Fuck. This had to work. I had to be able to trust someone in my life. I knew my buddy would do everything possible to repay a debt he thought he owed.
As a nondescript white van pulled up, slowing to barely five miles per hour, I waited until I caught a glimpse of the driver before easing out of my hiding place.
Jax Finley had come through, a man I’d known for years. Along with Rafael, we’d been known as the bad boys of the streets, a trio of young men not to be fucked with. However, he’d been the brutal aspect of a long-standing friendship, his penchant for violence even snagging him a stint in prison years before. While he’d reinvented himself, earning a damn good living as a bounty hunter, from what I’d learned, he’d continued to use his skills with weapons as well as his hulking size to his advantage when capturing runaway assholes.
He lowered the driver’s window, lifting his sunglasses as he grinned at me. “Can’t say the orange jumpsuit is your best look, but you’ve beefed up a hell of a lot. Jesus Christ. What the hell they been feeding you in prison?”
I gave him the finger before scanning the road. “Don’t give me any shit, buddy. You look rode hard and put away wet.” With his short-cropped hair and bulging muscles, I had no doubt he put the fear of God into the people he captured.
“Get in. We have a long drive, especially since we’re staying off the main roads.”
Nodding, I crept around the van, yanking open the door. “Glad you came through.”
“Well, I owe you more than just one favor, but are you sure about this?” Jax huffed as he pressed down on the accelerator. He’d remained a friend after all the years, including risking not only his career but his freedom to help me escape. That was his price to pay for me saving his life. While I loathed calling in others to help me out of the predicament, there was no other choice.