Nash: A Rough Romance Piper Stone (ebook reader for comics txt) 📖

“Then,” he said, his arm rising to order another drink as he finished the one in his hand, “she told me she was getting married. It seems arranged marriages still occur in certain countries. Her pops wasn’t too happy with me anyway. The asshole hated ‘Americano pieces of shit,’ as he called us.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, she was unhappy, but what was she supposed to do?” He was almost too quiet after he issued the words, staring straight ahead as if there was anything to see.

“You could steal her away, take her to America with you.”

He rolled his eyes, grinning once again. “Right. I can see this cowboy trying to steal her out of her family’s house now. My guess is that her pops owns one big fat rifle.”

Boom!

Jerked out of a dense fog, I blinked several times. What the hell? I struggled to sit up, taking several deep breaths. Then my foggy brain kicked in. I immediately reached for my gun, realizing it wasn’t on my lap or the floor. Fuck me.

I managed to stand, still reeling from the damn dream, stumbling toward the bedroom where she was sleeping. The second I opened the door, I growled. Mitch was nowhere to be seen. Damn it.

I raced out of the room and toward the front door, not bothering to grab a damn coat. When I threw it open, the cold chill was biting as fuck, but at least the snow had stopped. I could easily see footprints in the hard crunch of ice. They were leading to the small enclosure where my freaking truck was.

At that second, I heard the sound of the engine starting.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” The little brat had not only stolen my gun, she was attempting to steal my freaking truck. Oh, she was so going to get it.

I trudged through the snow just as she drove out of the enclosure, almost running me over. I managed to jerk to the side, falling and rolling in the snow. Barely three seconds later, I heard the sound of the door opening, the crunch-crunch her boots made as she raced around the side.

“Oh, my God. Did I hit you? Are you hurt?” She crouched down beside me, pressing her gloved hand against my face.

I pretended to play dead. What the hell? The girl needed to learn a lesson.

“Oh, no. No. No!” She slammed her hands against my chest, as if that would help.

Patience. I had none. I wrapped my hands around the edges of her coat, dragging her down until our lips were almost touching. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Her eyes opened wide, a stunned look forming on her face. “You’re okay.”

I shifted, jerking to a partial sitting position. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s you that will hurt from your ridiculous behavior.” I wrapped my hands around her arms, digging my fingers in. Then I rolled her over onto the snow, crushing my mouth over hers. I had no idea why the barbarian inside of me had no ability to resist her but as I thrust my tongue past her lips, dominating her tongue, she continued to undulate under me.

Forcing my hardened cock against my tight jeans.

Creating a wave of electric desire that became overwhelming.

The taste of her was a mixture of sugar and spice, reminding me of the sweetest candy.

Even if she was a can of gasoline ready to explode.

She struggled in my hold, wrapping her legs around me in a weak attempt to roll me over.

Fat chance in hell.

I dragged first one arm then the other over her head, grinding my hips against her. Within seconds, she moaned into the kiss, further igniting the raging hunger burning within. Goddamn, this woman had a way of getting to me.

Arrogant.

Rebellious.

Provocative.

A dangerous combination.

When I lifted my head a couple of inches, I could swear I heard a purr erupting from her throat. Grinning, I continued to shift my hips back and forth, making certain she knew what I would do to her.

Again.

Mitch let off several far too seductive moans, squirming in my hold, managing to get one of her arms free. “You asshole. I thought you were hurt.”

“Yeah? Well, it would seem you were trying to steal my truck as well as my gun. What does that make you?”

Her nostrils flared as she opened then closed her mouth as if rethinking the obvious nasty spew of hatred that she was ready to share. The light in her eyes shimmered from her arrogance, as if she was going to get the upper hand. “I need to get the hell out of here.”

“So, being a thief doesn’t matter.”

She did everything she could to smack her hand against my chest, fighting to get out of my hold. A formidable hunger raced through my system, the kind that refused to be denied. I shoved her hard against the snow. She gasped, her eyes lighting up like a rocket launcher.

“You are such a fucking bastard!” she challenged.

“I think you’ve already said that, sweetheart. You made a deal with me, but you went back on it within a few hours. In my mind, that doesn’t make you trustworthy. Here’s how we are going to play this. You’re going to do everything I command. Plus, you’re going to be disciplined for even the smallest infraction, no matter how often and your punishment will be harsh. If you don’t learn after that, then all I can say is God help you. You got it?”

Mitch’s mouth twisted again, her defiance still evident by the way she dug her fingers into my chest. “Such a bastard.”

“That might be true, but I could just leave you out here in the snow. Maybe I will do that.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She managed to jerk her other arm free, pummeling both hands against my arms. The poor girl had no idea what kind of a man she was dealing with.

I ground my hips against her, my cock throbbing. “You wanna push me? You’re going to lose, I assure you.”

“I…”