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I didn't think I needed Dimitri Kristoff's protection, but it wasn't up to me. With a kingpin from a rival family coming after me, he took charge, took off his belt, and then took what he wanted. He knows I'm not used to doing as I'm told. He just doesn't care. The stripes seared across my bare bottom left me sore and sorry, but it was what came after that truly left me shaken. The princess of the king family shouldn't be on her knees for anyone, let alone this Bratva brute who has decided to claim for himself what he was meant to safeguard.

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

Treating a mobster shot by a rival’s goons isn’t really my forte, but when a man is powerful enough to have a whole wing of a hospital cleared out for his protection, you do as you’re told. To make matters worse, this isn’t first time I’ve met Giovanni Calduchi. It turns out my newest patient is the stern, sexy brute who all but dragged me back to his hotel room a couple of nights ago so he could use my body as he pleased, then showed up at my house the next day, stripped me bare, and spanked me until I was begging him to take me even more roughly and shamefully.

She thinks I'm seducing her, but this isn't romance. It's something much more shameful. Eden tried to leave the mafia behind, but someone far more dangerous has set his sights on her. Me.

In the Marines they called me Big Rig. She'll just call me sir. Alexis Harding is used to telling men exactly what she thinks, but she's never had a roughneck like me as a boss before. On my rig, I make the rules and sassy little girls get stripped bare, bent over my desk, and taught their place, first with my belt and then in a much more shameful way. She'll be sore and sorry long before I'm done with her, but the arousal glistening on her thighs reveals the truth she would rather keep hidden. She needs it rough, and that's how she'll get it.

Catherine's father conspired to have my father killed, and that debt to the Benedetti family must be settled. Just as he took something from me, I will take something from him. His daughter. She will be mine to punish and ravage, but when she suffers, it will not be for his sins. It will be for my pleasure. She will beg, but it will be for me to claim her in the most shameful ways imaginable. She will scream, but it will be because she doesn't think she can bear another climax. But when she surrenders at last, it will not be to her captor. It will be to her husband.

They were paid to bring me home safe. They decided to keep me instead. I thought I could run away from the marriage the mafia arranged for me, but I ended up held prisoner in a foreign country by someone far more dangerous than the man I tried to escape. Then Jack and Diego came for me. They didn't ask if I wanted to be theirs. They just took me.

When my life was threatened, Michael King didn't just take matters into his own hands. He took me. When he carried me off it was partly to protect me, but mostly it was because he wanted me. I didn't choose to go with him, but it wasn't up to me.

Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She's just the first I let live. Now, she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson. She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: She never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.

In my late-night hunt for the perfect pastry, I never expected to be the victim of a brutal attack...or for a brooding, blue-eyed stranger to become my savior, tending to my wounds while easing my fears. The electricity exploded between us, turning into a night of incredible passion.

I wanted her, and I always get what I want. Sometimes it just takes a little persuasion.... Her father stole something from the mob and they hired me to get it back, but that's not the real reason Giliana Worthington is locked naked in a cage with her cute bottom well-used and sore. I brought her here so I could take my time enjoying her, showing her all the ways I can make her scream and moan and beg for more as I ravage her helpless, quivering body over and over again. I didn't take her as a hostage. I took her because she is mine.

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.

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized.... Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she's been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby.

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.

After I went undercover to take down a mob boss and ended up betrayed, framed, and on the run, Harper Rollins tried to bring me in. But instead of collecting a bounty, she earned herself a hard spanking and then an even rougher lesson that left her cute bottom sore in a very different way. She's not one to give up without a fight, but that's fine by me. It just means I'll have plenty more chances to welt her beautiful backside and then make her scream her surrender into the sheets.

Diego Santos may be wealthy, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous, but his slick veneer doesn't fool me. I know his true nature, and I had planned to end this arranged marriage before it even began. But it wasn't Diego waiting for me at the altar.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

I came to Spain hoping to start a new life away from dangerous men, but then, I met Rafael Santiago. Now, I'm not just caught up in the affairs of a mafia boss, I'm being forced into his car. When I saw something I shouldn't have, Rafael took me captive, stripped me bare, and punished me until he felt certain I'd told him everything I knew about his organization...which was nothing at all.

They're not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They're going to breed me. For years, the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth. But, it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader, and his most trusted warriors. It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance, and forced to submit to these alien brutes. But, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I'm kneeling at the feet of my mates, begging them to take me, as shamefully as they please.

As Liam McGinty's belt lashes my bare backside, it isn't the burning sting or the humiliating awareness that my body's surrender is on full display for this ruthless mobster that shocks me. It's the fact that this isn't a scene from one of my books. I almost can't process the fact that I'm really riding in the back of a luxury SUV belonging to the most powerful Irish mafia boss in New York—the man I've written so much about—with my cheeks blushing, my bottom sore inside and out, and my arousal soaking the seat beneath me.