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

“What. The. Fuck?” Vaper called. “They’re destroying their own compound.”

As I struggled to get to my knees, the shadows morphed into insurgents coming in our direction. I took aim and let the bullets fly.

“What the hell?”

The shrill sound made me grouchy as fuck. My eyes snapped open, my hand immediately reaching for my weapon out of habit. With the gun securely placed in my fingers, I jerked up, ready to face our enemy. The bastards weren’t going to cut us down.

“I hate you. You’re a bastard.”

Exhaling, I blinked several times, trying to yank in my focus. The sound was entirely different than what I’d expected.

It was also decidedly female.

As the light of morning streamed into my eyes, I began to realize what the hell I was hearing.

Mitch’s cry of fury.

A grin popped on my face as I put my feet on the floor, stretching my neck before placing the Glock on the nightstand. The bed was actually moving from the force of her actions.

“Fucking jerk. Moron. Bastard.”

“I think you’ve already indicated your thoughts,” I said quietly before standing. Every muscle in my body ached as if I’d gone ten rounds with a prize fighter. I threw out my arms, unable to wipe the smile from my face. Let her sweat for a little while longer. It might make me a bad man, but her wails and cries were actually adorable. At least she’d stayed in one place for the entire night.

A blessing.

While sleep had been fitful, I’d managed to grab a few hours. Keeping her tied up had seemed like the thing to do.

She huffed and she puffed, yanking at her binding. I could hear the creaking sound the rope made as she struggled. I’d done a pretty good knot, especially since I hadn’t tied one in a hell of a long time.

I walked toward the window, peering out the blinds at the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. At least it had been only a few inches, nothing in comparison to the near blizzard we’d experienced on the mountain. All the ugly details flowed into my mind, smashing against the dream I’d been forced to wake up from.

Being home was both cathartic as well as heartbreaking.

“Are you going to get me out of this shit?” she demanded.

I refused to turn around.

Just yet.

Maybe there was a sadistic man buried deep inside of me. Oh, hell, yes. I knew there was. I was enjoying this far too much. “Do we need another lesson with a bar of soap for that mouth of yours?”

“You wouldn’t freaking dare!”

I couldn’t resist the temptation riding hard deep within me. Turning sharply, I only had to take three long strides before I was on the bed and on top of her, sliding my hand around her throat. Her eyes opened wide, a moment of real fear settling in. I took a deep breath, holding it until I lowered my head, blowing it slowly across her face. “I think you know better than to challenge me on anything, sweetheart.” I kept my voice little more than a husky whisper. Meanwhile, my cock was already throbbing, aching to drive deep inside of her.

She closed her mouth, pursing those sexy lips of her tightly. Her eyes were full of intoxicating venom and there was no doubt she’d fight me like the wildcat she was the second I let her loose.

“Maybe I’ll keep you this way all day,” I added. “That is unless you promise to be a very, and I do mean very good girl.”

Her nostrils flaring, she gave me a jaw-clenching answer. “Fuck. You.”

I squeezed my hand then brushed my fingers down the tee shirt she’d found, fondling her breasts. She was unable to stop a moan from escaping her lips even though I could tell she was fighting her response tooth and nail.

“Here’s how we’re going to play this, and it will be my way. You’re going to play nice with my friend and you’re going to answer all our questions. Then we’re going to figure out what to do with your buddy, Dante.”

“He’s not my buddy. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“At least from what Scorpion found, you haven’t been lying to me. If you had been, well… Let’s just say I would personally take you to the sheriff and advise her to lock you up for a long time.”

“For what?” her demanding voice continued.

“For being a brat, number one. For endangering my life, number two. And for being a nuisance to society in general.”

I’d forgotten that I’d only tied one of her arms to the headboard, but I was given a rude reminder when she managed to smack me hard across the face. I was stunned at the force of her blow, my ears ringing. I almost burst into laughter because if she were a man, she could expect one hell of a wallop from me.

Instead, I crawled off, turning her over and lifting her tee shirt, immediately smacking her blushing pink bottom with several hard slaps.

“Ouch! Stop it! You’re a brute.”

There was an actual whine in her voice, but I knew she was just biding her time.

“Don’t bother begging, sweetheart. You earned this fair and square.” When she threw her hand back, trying to block my attempts, I pinned her wrist against the bed, barely able to keep the smile off my face. I peppered her bottom with a dozen or so hard cracks, enjoying the way she wiggled and attempted to jerk up from the bed.

“Asshole. I’m going to get you for this,” she threw out, still huffing and grumbling.

I was surprised but pleased at how strong her resolve was, the little fighter refusing to give in. That might have kept her alive. I had to give her cred points for being able to get away from such a dangerous and ruthless criminal. It must have taken everything she had to run away to an unknown state.

A small part of me actually admired her chutzpa.

That