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I was his long before I spoke my vows. Notorious mafia boss or not, when Alexander Prince’s icy blue eyes lock with mine, all I can think about is how it would feel to be thoroughly ravaged by this demon in a designer suit. But I didn’t actually expect him to carry me off…or to spank my bare ass when I tried to run. Or that he’d be making his bride one day soon…

It was supposed to be just one night. He made it forever.My brother intended to match me with the heir to a powerful Russian mob family, but when Jaxon Prince took me home from a masquerade ball and ordered me to strip, I did as I was told.I knew he'd tear my clothes off himself and spank my...

He owns this town. Including me. When Montgomery Prince made me come so hard I screamed while still in the parking lot of the bar where he spanked my ass red just moments ago, I didn't know he was a powerful mafia boss. I just knew he was the infuriatingly sexy asshole who ordered me to remove my thong, pocketed it as if he planned to keep it, and then ravaged me brutally right there in his luxury SUV before bringing me back to his place to really teach me what it means to belong to a man like him. And that he wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway.

Whether I belong in his world or not, I belong to him now. When the man who took my dog to the vet one night after an accident made me breakfast the next morning, I didn't expect to end up bent over the counter for him to ravage me thoroughly. Or to discover that he's a ruthless mafia boss.

When I caught her sneaking into my home, I thought Raven was just a girl doing a silly sorority dare, so I set her bare ass on fire with my belt and then taught her a much more shameful lesson. My seed was already dripping down her thighs before I learned she's my enemy's daughter. That's when I decided I would be keeping her. And that I'd be making her my bride.

I took her because I needed a hostage. I kept her because I wanted her. Francesca Alessandro was just meant to be collateral, held captive as a warning to her father, but then she tried to fight me. She ended up sore and soaked as I taught her a lesson with my belt and then screaming with every savage climax as I taught her to obey in a much more shameful way. She's mine now. Mine to keep. Mine to protect. Mine to use as hard and as often as I please.

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.

He keeps what he owns. When Sasha Dmitriyev saw me being mistreated, this brutally sexy Russian mafia boss made it clear to the bastard that he’d die if he ever touched me again. Then he took me home with him. Now he’s giving me a taste of what it’s like to belong to a man someone else didn’t pick for me. The kind of man who’ll carry me off, spank my ass red, then ride me with my hair gripped in his fist as I buck and writhe and come so hard I scream. A man like him.

Emily Porter saw me kill a man who betrayed my family, and she helped put me behind bars. But someone with my connections doesn't stay in prison long, and she is about to learn the hard way that there is a price to pay for crossing the boss of the King dynasty. A very, very painful price.... She's going to cry for me as I blister that beautiful bottom, then she's going to scream for me as I ravage her over and over again, taking her in the most shameful ways she can imagine. But leaving her well-punished and well-used is just the beginning of what I have in store for Emily.

Neither of us belong at this auction. That won’t keep him from buying me. As this infuriatingly sexy asshole strips me bare and spanks me in front of a room full of even bigger assholes, there’s something about him that tells me he’s not like the other men here. That he doesn’t need to buy a woman to make her his. But need to or not, he placed the winning bid. And as I feel his eyes roaming over my bare body, his lips caressing mine as my legs part instinctively for him, it’s clear the bastard who now owns me intends to enjoy his purchase.

I have a rule about dating men like him. Too bad he doesn't follow rules. I've spent enough time around rich, powerful men that I thought I knew the type. Until Vissarian Dmitriyev decided I'd be having a drink with him. He didn't just make me come right there at the table. He stripped me on his balcony, spanked my bare ass red, and then made sure the whole resort heard every desperate, screaming climax. By the time I knew he was a billionaire bratva boss, I was already his.

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.

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.

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.

When I pulled Alexsey Dmitriyev from a burning building, I didn't know he was a Russian mafia kingpin... or that he'd soon be asking me out and refusing to take no for an answer. But as he strips me bare and takes off his belt, the only thing on my mind is how hard I'm about to come for him right here and now, bent over the grand piano in the fancy restaurant he bought out for just the two of us tonight. And how much harder I'll come for him once he's carried me off and bound me to his bed.

On a dark, stormy night, a stranger stripped me bare in my own hotel room, spanked my ass red, and then pinned me to the bed and turned my most shameful fantasies into raw, filthy reality.

If you're forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he's about to take what he wants, and you'll give it to him...even if it's your body. I got caught snooping where I didn't belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn't refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought-and-paid-for cops take me to jail.

When Francesco Arturo helped me escape an unwanted arranged marriage three years ago, I didn't know he was the underboss of the most powerful mafia organization in New York. I was just an eighteen-year-old virgin on the run, and he was the handsome savior mesmerizing me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea before carrying me off to his bed to make me his. He could have taken my innocence that day, but he didn't. I gave it to him. But this isn't a fairy tale.

When we last spoke, Zoe Thibodeaux was a schoolgirl with a crush. But now the daughter of the most powerful mafia boss in New Orleans is all grown up... and in desperate need of my belt across her bare ass before I grip her hair in my fist and teach her what it means to be mine. Her father trusted me to keep her safe, but I'm going to do much more than that. I'm going to keep her forever.

Game or not, he plays to win. My company helps men like him find fiancées, but I wasn't on the table myself. Until he decided I was. Now this insanely gorgeous, infuriatingly arrogant billionaire isn't just making me strip for him like a dirty girl, then spanking my ass red and making me come while he does filthy things to me.