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I was his obsession. Now I'm his completely. His breath is hot on my bare skin. His eyes rove over every inch of me as his muscled body looms over mine, pinning me helplessly to the bed. When his teeth bite down where he knows it will get my attention the most, I fight to keep from giving him the satisfaction of screaming. Or coming. But the man about to ravage me brutally isn't some crazed stalker. At least not tonight.

He's not a man who asks. He's a man who takes. My father is the mayor of Las Vegas, but Mikhail Dmitriyev didn't care. Not when he led me through a posh resort blindfolded before ravaging me in his opulent suite, or when he hunted me down and broke into my apartment so he could strip me naked and spank my bare ass until he was sure I knew better than to keep secrets from him ever again. But as I'm shoved up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body as if he owns it already, I'm not just worried about what this ruthless Russian mafia boss is going to do to me.

Three orphans that grew up on the streets of Moscow among Bratva. Their experiences made them brothers. Their strength made them leaders. Three best friends on an unforgettable summer vacation find more than they bargain for. Women from privileged American families pulled into a world they knew nothing about. Will these women see past their men’s violent beginnings and discover the honor within them?

Three orphans grew up on the streets of Moscow among Bratva. Their experiences made them brothers. Their strength made them leaders. Three best friends on unforgettable summer vacation find more than they bargained for. Women from privileged American families pulled into a world they knew nothing about. Will these women see past their men’s violent beginnings and discover the honor within them?

When I tore Chantel's clothes off on that dark balcony and gave her exactly what she needed, I didn't know the girl screaming her surrender into the night should have been off-limits to me. Not just because I'm old enough to be her father, or even because my half-brother raised her. Because she's too innocent for the wicked things I would do to her perfect little body, for the way I would make her beg and writhe and come over and over again with her hair gripped tight in my fist and her ass sore from my belt, then flip her over and claim her even more shamefully.

Dante Villani is every bit his name…a raging, blazing inferno who consumes everything in his path. He’s dark, dangerous, and delicious….a sexy as hell contract killer for the powerful and ruthless Villani family. And the man I was sent to destroy. Not that I knew it when he had me pinned up against the wall of that nightclub with his sinful body and electric touch. A second chance encounter with my forbidden target has me obsessed…and hungry for more of his devious tongue and savage hands.

A sadist known for his talent with the cat o’ nines, Rytsar enjoys his popularity with submissives at the dungeon, and is caught off guard by the fire-hot attraction he feels for Samantha, a young domme. He knows better than to test those waters, but damn, he just can’t resist her. When two sexy dominants collide in the bedroom, passions ignite! But, will Rytsar’s heart survive the inferno it creates?

Him: She showed up in my dark world and pulled me into her light. Then she ran away. For six long years, she kept herself hidden from me. She is my wife. Did she really think I would just let her go? Nyet. She belongs to me, and now that I have found her, I will make her pay for destroying me. Her: He's the domineering monster I had to escape. The only place he and I work right is in bed. And now that he's found me, he's determined to take every scrap of dignity I have left. So why can't I stop wanting him?

One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell that to the sexy Russian. I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I'd ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard, and if I can have some fun time with a hot guy, why not? I'm a free agent. When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.

He’s 20 years younger than me, totally not my type, and impossibly out of my league. So, considering all that, I really shouldn’t care. He's my handyman and his brute smell should be my cue to run far away. It's Valentine's Day, Vladimir will come by to fix some things in my backyard. He said he was coming early, but didn't probably thinking I'm some old woman who has time on her hands. Now, he's arrived and for some reason, today feels awkward. I noticed I'm flirting with him.

Rytsar Durov should be dead. But in the BDSM world, loyalties run as deep as kinky passions. Sir Thane Davis is determined to save his Russian brother, but must call on his friends at the Center to execute the plan. Clinging to hope, Brie trusts the sexy sadist will keep his promise to her. Rytsar is not a man to go down easily, but a sacrifice must be made if he is to survive....

The war has ended. Kazimir hopes to spend quiet time with Emily, but there are more enemies creeping within the shadows - new dangers that threaten the couple's happiness. Can the Lion and Mouse have their happy ending? Or are they destined to fight a battle that one of them may not survive?

Камасутра. Искусство страсти и соблазнения – это современная адаптация древнеиндийской философии любви. Эта книга поможет вам узнать:. • Как добавить в сексуальную жизнь страсть и наслаждение;. • Как стимулировать и поддерживать возбуждение у себя и партнера;. • Об эрогенных зонах и как их обнаружить;. • О самых чувственных позах. Погрузитесь в океан страсти и наслаждения!

Rytsar Durov is a sadist, and he's upset. Bones may be broken. The Russian Dom is a force unto himself, and he intends to take care of the threat once and for all. No one touches radost moya. No one!

Wir fragen nicht, wir fordern. Wir lieben nicht, wir besitzen. Wir verhandeln nicht, wir töten. Bist du bereit, uns zu gehören? Bist du bereit, Russian Roulette mit uns zu spielen? In Hotelzimmer 66 ist sie meine verdorbene H*re, nicht sein perfektes Püppchen. Dort trägt sie meine roten Handabdrücke, nicht seinen Diamantring. In Hotelzimmer 66 benutze ich sie, nicht er. In Hotelzimmer 66 kniet sie für mich und tanzt kein Ballett. Ich wusste es, als ich sie das erste Mal sah. Sie ist anders. Hinter ihrem gebrochenen Lächeln brennt ein Feuer, das die Welt in Schutt und Asche legen könnte.

Have you ever wanted something so bad, you’re willing to kill for it? That’s what I felt the instant my eyes locked on Justine. I could practically taste her innocence on my tongue when she stood across from me, riling me up like the life in her eyes hadn’t been snuffed out years ago. The thrill of the chase ran through my blood so fast, for the first time in years, I felt like I had a heart sitting in my chest. Its beat was weak, but it was still thumping nonetheless. I craved her scent like a drug, willing to give up everything to have it embedded in my skin—even my freedom.

Вот я попала! Из родного мира в смотрительницы мужского борделя. Эльфы, драконы, оборотни–здесь есть красавчики на любой вкус. Но держат их тут против воли. Моя задача–освободить несчастных пленников. Особенно того надменного эльфа, гордого и со скверным характером. Ой, да он не так прост, как кажется! А еще говорят… опасен.

Смерть идет со мной рука об руку, но жнец не в силах мне противостоять. Я застряла в мире, полном чудовищ, принявших человеческий облик, и тех, кто не такой, каким кажется. Они не смогут удерживать меня вечно. Я больше не узнаю ту, в кого превратилась, и я борюсь за то, чтобы отыскать дорогу к зверю, который охотится за мной в ночи. Они называют меня бриллиантом, но они создали лишь ангела смерти. Охотник. Я родился хищником, с безжалостностью, вросшей в мои кости. Когда ночью у меня украли то, что мне принадлежит, как алмаз, спрятанный в крепости. Я понял, что больше не могу сдерживать зверя.

Ich würde kämpfen. Ich würde morden. Ich würde lügen. Ich würde betrügen. Und ich würde sogar mein Leben geben. Der eine besitzt mein Herz. Der andere meinen Körper. Der eine liebt mich. Der andere hasst mich. Der eine drückt mich auf die Knie, vor dem anderen knie ich freiwillig. Für Konstantin bin ich der weiße, für Vlad der schwarze Schwan. Aber eigentlich bin ich nur Nastasia Orlow. Eigentlich bin ich nur eine Frau, die nie wusste, was sie wollte. Eine Frau, die stets ihre Dunkelheit gefürchtet hat. Bis er kam und sie nach außen kehrte. Und jetzt weiß ich endlich, was ich will. Brennen.

Ich bin kein Mann von Ehre. Ich bin ein Mann von Feuer. Denn ich bin ein Wolkov. Bist du bereit, die zweite Kugel abzufeuern? Nicht nur in Hotelzimmer 66, sondern auch in meinem Bett. Nicht nur auf dem Spielfeld, sondern auch in jeder Realität. Egal, ob in ihrem Ballettkeller oder am Esstisch ihres Verlobten. Überall ist sie mein. Die Regeln haben sich geändert. Meine Handabdrücke prangen nicht nur auf ihrer Haut, sondern auch auf ihrer Seele. Sie trägt seinen Ring an ihrem Finger, aber meine Ketten um ihr Herz. Sie plant ihre Hochzeit mit ihm, aber sie hat sich mir verschrieben.