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I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already. She's sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished. She's well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want. She's waiting for me in my bed because she's my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.

When I bent Jasmine Sinclair over my desk and taught her what happens to naughty little girls who get caught cheating at cards in my casino, I didn't know her father was an important man. But even if I had, I'd still have made her come so hard she screamed my name as she surrendered to even my most shameful demands. And now that I've had a taste of her, there's no going back.

From the moment he burst in guns blazing to free me from my kidnappers, I did my best to hate Kage Rollins. Too bad that didn't keep this arrogant, infuriatingly sexy Navy-SEAL-turned-rancher from pulling me in close to ravage my lips, then making me scream his name in bed... But whether he's mounting and rutting me like a wild beast or spanking my bare ass red for defying him, every passionate moment makes it more clear I'm not just his current mission.

They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

I was his even before he hunted me down. When Wilder Blackwell bent me over the railing of his private balcony and made me scream his name into the night, I thought he was just the ruthlessly sexy billionaire who already claimed me in the back of his limo. Not the stalker who would kill any man who touches me. Or the brute who hunted me down and spanked my bare ass as I writhed and begged. But by the time he carried me off, I knew he was all three. And that just made me come harder for him.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

Bella Winters didn't come to Danger Falls looking for charity, but I'm not the kind of man who leaves a woman out in the cold, even one defiant enough to storm off into a blizzard. That's why I went after her...and why I belted her bare ass once I had her back safe and sound.

When she witnessed a murder, it put Greer McDuff on a brutal cartel's radar...and on mine. As a former Navy SEAL now serving with the elite Eagle Force, my assignment is to protect her by any means necessary. If that requires a stern reminder of who is in charge with her bottom bare over my knee and then an even more shameful lesson in my bed, then that's what she'll get.

Christoff Dupree doesn't strike me as the kind of man who woos a woman gently, so when I saw the flowers on my kitchen table, I knew it wasn't just a gesture of appreciation for saving his life.

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner she learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place. But even as she promises obedience with tears running down her cheeks, I know it isn't the sting of my belt that will truly tame her.

He took me in off the street. Then he took me as his. Kraven Sokolov isn't the kind of man who tolerates being stolen from, even when it's just a girl who's been living out of her car hoping to get away with a quick dine and dash at his restaurant. By the time my punishment was over, I was on my knees with my bare ass bright red and arousal dripping down my thighs as I showed this infamous Bratva Pakhan how good of a girl I could be. Then he took me home with him, and every caress and climax made the truth more apparent.

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.

My father arranged for me to marry the heir to the Santorelli crime family, but it was my brutally sexy soon-to-be husband who chased me down and spanked my ass red when I tried to run. By the time I spoke my vows, I'd already come harder than I ever have in my life while this ruthless undercover agent turned mafia boss claimed me right there in the bridal dressing room. But being led down the aisle with his seed slick on my thighs was just the beginning. Because he's not going to be gentle with his bride. Not even on her wedding night.

I shouldn't be here. My clothes shouldn't be scattered around the room, my bottom shouldn't be sore, and I certainly shouldn't be screaming into the sheets as a ruthless tycoon takes everything he wants from me. I shouldn't even know Houston Powers at all, but I was in a bad spot and I was made an offer. A shameful, indecent offer I couldn't refuse. I was desperate, I needed the money, and I didn't have a choice. Not a real one, anyway. I'm here because I signed a contract, but I'm his because he made me his.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey.... The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

He didn't ask if I like it rough. It wasn't up to me. I thought I could get away with pissing off a big, tough Marine. I ended up with my face planted in the sheets, my burning bottom raised high, and my hair held tightly in his fist as he took me long and hard and taught me the kind of shameful lesson only a man like Scorpion could teach.

It wasn't his mafia birthright that made Dax Dupree a monster. Years behind bars and a brutal war with a rival organization made him hard as steel, but the beast he can barely control was always there, and without a mate to mark and claim, it would soon take hold of him completely. I didn't know that when he showed up at my bar after closing and spanked me until I was wet and shamefully ready for him to mount and ravage me, or even when I woke the next morning with my throat sore from screaming and his seed still drying on my thighs. But I know it now. Because I'm his mate.

As far as I'm concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I'm the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

In my world, a bride can be given...or she can be taken. When Winter O'Brien was given to me, she thought she had a say in the matter. She was wrong. She is my bride. Mine to claim, mine to punish, and mine to use as shamefully as I please. The sting of my belt on her bare bottom will teach her to obey, but obedience is just the beginning. I will demand so much more.

Kostya Baranov is an infamous assassin, a man capable of incredible savagery, but when I witnessed a mafia hit he didn't silence me with a bullet. He decided to make me his instead. Taken prisoner and forced to obey or feel the sting of his belt, shameful lust for my captor soon wars with fury at what he has done to me...and what he keeps doing to me with every touch.