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Aug 1, 2016

The Billionaire’s Bride by April Vine

The Billionaire's Bride
The Billionaire’s Bride
by April Vine

Twenty-three-year-old heiress Kassandra Elliot is used to doing as she pleases, so it comes as quite a surprise when handsome billionaire Domenico Bellini confronts her at a nightclub and tells her he is taking her home at her father’s request, whether she likes it or not. When she resists, Domenico tosses her over his shoulder, spanks her, and then makes it clear that she can either behave herself and listen to what he has to say or face more humiliating consequences.

Once he has her attention, Domenico informs Kassandra that their great-grandfathers signed a pact which requires him to wed her as a condition of their families keeping their inheritances. Though she is shocked by the idea of marrying a man she barely knows, Kassandra cannot bear the thought of letting her family down and she hesitantly agrees to the arrangement.

Domenico knows that his beautiful, feisty young wife needs to be taken in hand, but a tragedy earlier in his life makes him reluctant to show her the full extent of his dominance. Before long, however, he finds himself unable to resist the desire to strip her bare, spank her hard, and claim her thoroughly. Their passion is soon burning hotter with each passing day, but when they learn the dark secrets of each other’s pasts will that knowledge bind them together or tear them apart?

Publisher’s Note: Includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Billionaire, BDSM, Spanking, Marriage of Convenience
Release Date: June 3, 2016
Stormy Night Publications
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He arrived at the limo. His chauffeur waited with the passenger door already opened, a mischievous smile on his face. Nico shoved his charge inside but not without her struggling with new fervor. Avoiding her hands, teeth, high-heeled shoes, and a stream of swear words proved harder in the back seat of his moving limo. As previously instructed, his driver Luigi drove them toward her father’s penthouse.

“Calm down. Cazzo. I only want to talk to you. I mean you no harm. Your father sent me to—” He barely finished speaking before he had to grab her from reaching for the door. Perhaps he had gone about this the wrong way. Her father had warned him she’d be difficult. At the time, Nico had smiled politely. Now he had only one option to get this out-of-control girl to listen without him losing an eye or his nuts.

Capturing both her hands in one of his and keeping them down on her lap limited some of her movement. He then whipped off his tie and wound the strip of fabric around her wrists before raising her arms and fastening her hands to a bar on the ceiling of the limo.

That still left her legs free.

With all her struggles, her skirt, or rather that band of material he assumed she called a skirt, rode up to the apex of her thighs. He couldn’t help but notice the subtle warmth of lilac peeking from between her legs. God help him, he really should never have agreed to this, considering he had nothing to do with it in the first place.

She shrieked in shock, followed by more shouting and incoherent yelling and he let himself grin a little when she called him a crap-eating, overstuffed chauvinistic pig cock. Where did she come up with that stuff?

He unbuckled his belt, slid it through the loops on his trousers, and knelt, catching her ankles and wrapping the leather around them. She kicked out at him and he had a pleasurable time trying not to let her smooth legs slip through his hands.

Once done, he took a seat opposite her. He ignored the riotous feeling coursing through him at seeing her restrained by his own hand. Instead, he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on enjoying the fact that he had rendered her speechless. He used the opportunity to ensure she stayed that way.

“Now, Ms. Elliot, as you can see, nothing is above or beyond me when it comes to you, so please be advised I would have no qualms about removing your lilac underwear and gagging you with it as a means to keep you quiet while I explain myself.”

“Oh, my God, what did you eat for lunch today, asshole casserole?” A deeper shade of pink blossomed over her already highly flushed cheeks. The dip between her collarbones glistened. Her hair had gotten itself into a tousled mess and ocean blue-green eyes sparkled with rage.

He sighed theatrically before getting up from his seat to do as he promised.

“Okay, fine. I’ll listen to what you have to say. Just make it quick,” she relented.

Smart girl.

“Good. To put your mind at ease that I’m not a serial killer, or anything else you may think I am, a simple call to your father will confirm my identity.” He removed his cell phone from the inside of his jacket pocket and pressed a button. “Do you recognize that number?” He held the phone out to her. She didn’t reply until he prompted her again.

“Yes, it’s my father’s cell. Happy?”

Happy? Not likely. Mad? Definitely. He called the number and put it on speaker.

“Nico,” Ronald Elliot said on the other side. “Did you find her?”

“Yes,” Nico said. Kay rolled her eyes and bit her lip.

“Thank you. I’ll be waiting for the two of you. We are running out of time.”

Nico disconnected the call. “Now that we have that out of the way…” He leaned forward in his seat, relishing the confused look in her gaze. Her breath seemed to still as he neared her. A breast lovelier than he had ever seen had escaped the flimsy encasement of the top she wore and a sleepy nipple peeped at him from her lacy bra.


He reached out to the strap hanging on her shoulder. She stopped breathing as his fingers slid beneath it then grazed her skin as he lifted it back into its former position. By the time he got to her skirt to pull the little thing as far over her legs as it could go, her thighs clenched into a death lock and she released a strangled gasp. He frowned. Her breath had feathered out sweet and clean and yet her clothes smelled of alcohol.

“Now that you’ve satisfied yourself that I’m decent enough, can you start talking already? I don’t have all night,” she said, a haughty look in her eye, so different from how she’d looked moments ago. She’d looked scared… of him.

“I am a man of honor, Ms. Elliot… when required.” He dragged his hand through his hair as the sudden heaviness in his cock disputed the first half of his words. For the millionth time he questioned his motives when it came to the woman sitting before him, and why he felt bound to her based on one quick glance years ago. Even being in the same city as her equated playing with fire. He’d ignored his interest in her well enough over the years. He’d have spent the rest of his life happily without her in it. But circumstance had thrown her at his feet, and he wasn’t half the man he’d thought he was, because resisting her, turning the other way and pretending she was still off limits, wasn’t an option for him any longer.

When her father had come to him and explained their situation, Nico had closed his eyes as his past gripped him in that suffocating way it did. In a split second his mind turned over possibilities that left him cornered and afraid for the first time in his life. He couldn’t have Kassandra Elliot without facing the one aspect that had tormented him all his life. He could be with any other women on the planet and walk away unscathed. Yet this young girl who he had tied up, whose buttery soft-looking lips unnerved him, would bring to the surface memories he’d prefer to forget. He couldn’t have her and not face his past. One didn’t work without the other. He was truly fucked now in every way possible. But it all depended on whether he allowed her into his life.

He had no intention of allowing her in.

He didn’t get to where he was to become undone at the hands of an innocent, no matter how fierce the strength of his attraction for her. He was stronger than her hold on him. He planned to play with her, in every way possible, until his interest in her was exhausted. Then he’d let her go. But he’d never allow her to scale his barrier. He just wouldn’t allow her or anyone else in. He really was being absurd for worrying she could derail him. He wanted to fuck her, and that would be the end of his interest in her.

“Yeah, right.” She jerked her bound hands and stomped her feet. “And this is the personification of honor. Spare me the character reference and tell me what you want from me. Are you going to be my new bodyguard? Because I’ll have you know, the last one didn’t work out so well. He could barely keep it in his pants—”

“I have no doubt you could benefit from an authoritative figure not afraid to discipline you when required.”

“You mean someone like you who would spank me when I’m naughty and tie me up when I won’t listen.”

“Perhaps. But Ms. Elliot, back to why I’m really here. My name is Domenico Bellini. And I’m going to be your husband.”
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Other titles by April Vine:
His Captive
Reclaimed By
Her Master
Toy Boy
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