Austin - Piper Stone Page 0,2

truck and nodding toward the far side of the motel. “Pull around back.”

I did as he instructed, parking under the single dim light in the motel’s lot, biting my lip before shutting off the engine.

Very slowly Vader turned his head in my direction and this time I couldn’t keep from looking him in the eyes.

“You will do everything I tell you to do,” he stated gruffly.

“Yes.”

Nodding, he opened the door, climbing out, leaving his duffle on the floor. When I managed to jump out, I grabbed my small bag that held what little was precious to me, then followed him as he climbed the single flight of stairs. There were very few cars in the parking lot, the abysmal location and the aging facility likely the reason. But it didn’t matter. I wanted to live for once without fear of second guessing my decision.

After unlocking the door, he moved into the darkness, closing and locking it behind me. I tossed my bag, wincing when he flicked on a single light, the ugly amber glow doing little but highlighting the seedy space.

Vader shifted his heated gaze in my direction, his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenching. There was no doubt he was undressing me with his eyes. With a hard yank, he dragged his jacket as well as a tee shirt over his head, tossing both to the floor, exposing his upper torso. He was utterly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.

Ink covered his entire chest and arms, the colorful tattoos depicting dragons and eagles, all weaved into a masterful piece of art. He was built like a powerlifter, his broad chest and shoulders matching the most perfectly chiseled six-pack. Every inch of his body was sculpted, created by the gods above.

I found it difficult to breathe, blinking several times as I gazed upon his stunning flesh. He took long strides, approaching me within two seconds, yanking my arms over my head as he crushed the full weight of his body against mine.

“This isn’t about romance, Franny.”

“I’m not looking for romance. I just want sex.”

For the first time, a smile crossed his face as he narrowed his eyes, pulling both my wrists into one gigantic hand. “Then you better like it rough. I take what I want.” He didn’t give me any time to answer, raking his hand down the front of my blouse, every button popping, scattering to the floor.

I took gasping breaths, struggling in his hold, my nipples already hard and my pussy aching. When the scent of my feminine wiles floated between us, he took a deep breath, letting it out seconds later with a husky, deep growl. Everything about the man was savage, including the way his eyes penetrated mine.

He maneuvered the front clasp on my bra, dragging the lace material away and exposing my breasts. “Goddamn beautiful,” he huffed before capturing my mouth, immediately thrusting his tongue inside.

I’d been kissed dozens of times, but the way he dominated my tongue, drinking as if from the depths of my soul, created an explosion of sensations. I was immediately lightheaded, still fighting in his hold by the way he devoured my mouth. As he ground his hips back and forth, the feel of his rock-hard cock sent shivers down my legs.

When he jerked back, another growl left his lips, his breath skipping. He chuckled as if he’d found a pet he was determined to tame before brushing his lips forcefully across my jaw then raking his teeth down the side of my neck.

“Oh,” I whimpered, unable to stop the guttural sound. The second he dragged my blouse and bra aside, cupping my breast and squeezing, my legs began to shake. He was rough as promised, pinching my nipple between his fingers while licking my other hardened bud, nipping and biting down. The wave of pain was incredible, shooting another round of electricity into every muscle.

“Arms over your head and keep them there,” he instructed. “If you disobey, I’ll punish you.”

Punish? I shuddered at the thought.

Vader took his time, swirling his tongue around one nipple while twisting the other. I couldn’t breathe, my mind foggy and I found it difficult to swallow.

When he’d had his fill, he reared back, removing his hand from my wrists. But the hard, cold stare he gave me was a clear command not to move. He yanked at my blouse, the material ripping as he pulled it from my body. I wasn’t shocked by his intensity, our hunger on the