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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 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.

When a gorgeous man with shocking green eyes helped me get my car running in a snowstorm, I didn't expect to end up treating his gunshot wound at my veterinary clinic later that same night. Or for him to take me captive.

He's rough, he's dirty, and he's not going to be gentle. When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather's efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I'd be working with rugged men. What I didn't expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Gaber Mercer. Singer, rockstar, asshole. He's the one thing from my past I've tried to forget. He is famous now. A rock god. I'm happy being a nobody...and I wanted to keep it that way. I thought I was succeeding until I came face-to face with him, once more.

When I went to Navarro Delgado's club planning to kill the bastard, he didn't just disarm me and spank me like a bad girl right there in front of his men. He made me come like a bad girl too. But not as brutally as I came when he tossed me onto his bed and ravaged me later that night, or as shamefully hard as I'm about to come right now as he ruts me with my ass still sore from his belt.

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.

By the time I knew the beautiful little firecracker who snuck into one of my clubs was my best friend's daughter, I'd already reddened her bare ass with my belt and ravaged her thoroughly. But now that I've claimed her, I'm keeping her. Forbidden fruit just tastes sweeter...

After a car wreck on an icy winter morning, I had no idea the man who saved my life would turn out to be the heir to a powerful mafia family, let alone that I'd be forced into marrying him.

I tried to put one man in prison. Then three men took me hostage. I knew going after one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the world would be dangerous, but I didn't anticipate being dragged from my apartment already sore, sorry, and shamefully used. My captors don't just plan to teach me a lesson and then let me go. They plan to share me, punish me, and claim me so ruthlessly I'll be screaming my submission into the sheets long before they're through with me. They took me as a hostage, but they'll keep me as theirs.

He's a big, angry former Marine, and I'm going to be sore when he's done with me. Hawk Travers is not a man to be trifled with. I learned that lesson in the hardest way possible, first with a painful, humiliating public spanking and then much more shamefully in private. She came looking for trouble. She got a taste of my belt instead. Bryce Myers pushed me too far and she ended up with her bottom welted. But as satisfying as it is to hear this feisty little reporter scream my name as I put her in her place, I get the feeling she isn't going to stop snooping.

D'Artagnan Conti was born into poverty, raised to be a soldier in my father's savage regime. I grew up in luxury, longing to escape my family's cruel machinations, and the young man with sapphire eyes and the voice of an angel became not just my forbidden crush but my everything. Then he was taken from me, killed in a brutal attack by our enemies. Or so I was led to believe....

One drink. Three maniacal mates. Drink me. This is no ordinary task. It’s a compatibility test. A way for the Silver King to find a suitable mate. All because he needs an heir. Every eligible maiden in the kingdom has to drink. Including little old me—Ailsa Marvel—a simple mortal living in a land of magic and wonder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become the Chosen Omega. But the moment I swallow, I find myself falling down, down, down and landing in the middle of mayhem. Monsterland is in disarray. Everyone is hunting the Silver King’s salvation. His intended.

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.

Before he took me captive, I was already his. I knew better than to get mixed up with a billionaire Greek mafia kingpin, but Christos Nomikos didn't give me a choice. Not when he carried me off to his estate for my protection, not when he belted my bare ass for running away, and not when he made me come harder than I ever have in my life for him. But as he pushes me down over the back of his couch to take me the only way he hasn't yet, I can't deny the shameful truth. Even if I had a choice, I'd still be his.

Maximo Giovanni Santaro is a king. A real king, like in the old days. The kind I didn’t know still existed. The kind who commands obedience and punishes any hint of defiance from his subjects. His Majesty doesn’t take no for an answer, and refusing his royal command has earned me not just a spanking that will leave me sobbing, but a lesson so utterly shameful, that it will serve as an example for anyone else who might dare to disobey him.

When I disappeared out of Lina Guardia’s life years ago, it was for her own good. Now our paths cross again. But things are different. She’s got secrets. Dangerous ones. She thinks she can keep me out of her world, but she's in over her head and needs a protector. I just have to remember I can’t be more than that to her. I can’t give in to the temptation.

Elani Stewart hasn't believed in "true love" or fairy tale endings since her parents' divorce. It's one of the reasons she developed her dating service "E-romantic", a scientific algorithm-based process that matches one person to their most compatible partners. When clients start dropping like flies, claiming that a bartender at The Arrow led them to the "love of their lives", she decides to take matters into her own hands or risk being clientless. Little does she know she's up against the god of love and passion himself.

I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt. Scratch that, I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses. If any of us fail, I'm dead. I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now. The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.

Mitchell’s adamant he had no choice. But the truth is he betrayed us—betrayed me. That dishonesty shattered our bond so deeply, I don’t think it can ever be mended. If that’s not bad enough, my heat is coming—a dangerous time for a lone pack omega. I may have no choice but to bring him back to service me through it.