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Protecting her was duty. Claiming her was sin. After her testimony in my courtroom put a cartel hitman behind bars, I didn’t expect to see Valentina Sciascia again, let alone hear her beg and moan and scream my name in bed. But when temptation got the better of me, I didn’t just give in to my darker side. I embraced it. That’s why this good girl spent the night having absolutely sinful things done to her, my hand tight around her throat and her ass sore from my belt as she came until she nearly blacked out. And why she’s mine now.

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.

On the ice he's a savage. With me he's a beast. When suspicion arose that bad boy hockey star Saint Masters may be a wolf shifter and I was called in to help with his PR problem, I didn't expect him to kiss me like I belong to him... or to spank my ass red, then carry me off, strip me bare, and make me come so hard I screamed.

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.

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.

I came home to uncover my family's secrets. The darkest of them came for me instead. Three ruggedly gorgeous shifter brutes ready to hunt me down, spank my bare ass red, and then carry me off sore, spent, and shared, with their seed dripping from my thoroughly ravaged body. Because I'm their mate.

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.

I came here looking for answers. I ended up with three mates instead. His species is supposed to be extinct, but the brute who just shifted into a huge, naked man is not only very much alive, he's visibly ready to ravage me along with two more of these wild beasts. But as they tear my clothes off, spank my bare ass, and take turns mounting and rutting me, my body milking them greedily with every savage climax, I know they're not just claiming me. They're breeding me.

The moment they caught my scent, I was theirs. By the time these alpha shifter brutes surrounded me, their breath hot on my sweat-slicked body as they stripped me bare, I'd already tried fleeing and I'd already done my best to fight them off. So as these feral beasts spank my ass red for running and then take turns mounting and rutting me, claiming me more thoroughly with every savage climax, I only have one choice left to make.

Before I was his wife, I was his captive. When a ridiculously sexy stranger burst into my apartment with a gun drawn, I didn't know the brute pushing me against the wall and silencing my protests with a kiss was a ruthless crime boss. Or that he was about to make me come so hard the whole building would hear my screams... But now, as he shoves my soaking wet panties in my mouth, spanks my bare ass red for running from him, and then makes it clear I'll be accompanying him back to Spain whether I like it or not, I know exactly who Kruz Blanco is. He's the man who's going to make me his bride.

Someone tried to take me. He took me back. The last time I saw Stone Bellows, he spanked my ass red and then claimed me for the first time in the back of his truck, my virgin body writhing beneath him as I came so hard I saw stars. Then my father had the cops run him out of town and he went off and became a Navy SEAL. But now, with his mouth ravaging mine as his calloused hands undress me, I can barely keep myself from moaning at just the thought of him inside me again. Partly because he just rescued me from terrorist kidnappers. But mainly because I've always been his.

The first time Maddox Grant rode to my rescue, the former Navy SEAL had barely finished freeing me from my kidnappers before he tore off my clothes and ravaged me like a wild beast. When he had to save my life a second time, the infuriatingly sexy bastard belted my ass for being careless, then bent me over and made me come the way a bad girl comes. But tonight he's not here to protect me. He's here to shove my panties in my mouth, bind me to the bed, and claim what belongs to him.

First I made her mine. Then I made her my wife. Even standing before me naked with her ass welted, Genevieve Morales looks every bit the ruthless mafia queen she is. But defiant or not, she'll still scream my name as I sink inside her tonight. She'll scream it much louder on our wedding night. A fool would rush to tame a bride like her, but I'm going to savor every moment as she surrenders, bucking and writhing and moaning as she finally gives in and comes hard for me. She already knows she's mine. I'm just going to make her admit it.

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.

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.

Am Anfang war ich besessen von ihr. Ich machte sie zu meinem Eigentum. Als ältester Bruder der brutalsten Verbrecherfamilie Chicagos bekomme ich stets, was ich will. Auch sie. Als ich Emily Martin zum ersten Mal spielen hörte, beruhigten die Saiten ihres Cellos mein inneres Biest wie nichts je zuvor. Mit einem einzigen Blick in ihr engelsgleiches Gesicht war ich besessen von ihr, und von da an wusste ich, dass nichts und niemand mich daran hindern könnte, sie mir anzueignen.

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.

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.

When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.