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I fought his control, but I knew I wouldn't win...and in my heart I don't think I even wanted to. Not after he called me his good girl, stripped me bare and spanked me with his belt, and then made me blush and beg and come so hard I forgot all about being his only for a few more days.

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.

When I met Phoenix Diamonds, I didn't know anything about him except that he had a body carved from stone and a voice that left me hoping he'd order me to strip just so I could obey. By the time I learned he's the head of a Greek crime syndicate intent on making me pay for the sins of my father, he'd already mastered me with his touch alone, belted my bare ass for daring to come without permission, and ravaged me thoroughly both that night and the next morning. All I can do is try to pretend he isn't everything I've always fantasized about...

Vincenzo King thought I knew something about a man who betrayed him, but that isn't why I'm on my way to New Orleans, well-used and sore with my backside still burning from his belt. When he bared and punished me, maybe it was just business, but what came after was not. It was savage, it was shameful, and it was very, very personal. I'm his toy now, and not the kind you keep in its box on the shelf. He's going to play rough with me. He's going to get me all wet and dirty. Then he's going to do it all again tomorrow.

We took her, and we're not going to be gentle with her. Delaney Archer got herself mixed up with someone who crossed us, and now she's going to find out just how roughly and shamefully three bad men like us can make use of her beautiful body. She can plead for mercy, but it won't stop us from stripping her bare and spanking her until she's sore, sobbing, and soaking wet. Our feisty little captive is going to take everything we give her, and she'll be screaming our names with every savage climax long before we're done with her.

I've been on the run from Constantine Thorne since I saw him kill a man nine years ago, but when he finally caught up with me he offered me a deal. Marry him and he will keep me safe. I didn't realize he was the monster I'd feared until I was already his bride.

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.

He'll soon realize I'm all grown up, and then it won't be long before my teenage crush finally shows me the side of him he's kept hidden from me—the savage side that will blister my bare ass for talking back and then take what has always been his with my hair gripped in his fist.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

He would have broken the rules for me. But he makes them. The first time Sebastian Winfield left me well-used and sore, I didn't know his name, let alone that he was a powerful billionaire, a friend of my father's, and... My new boss. But none of that kept him from bending me over his desk and spanking my bare ass until I promised to be a good girl.

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.

I thought the Cenzan invaders could never find me here, but I was wrong. Three of the alien brutes came to take me, and before I ever set foot aboard their ship I had already been stripped bare, spanked thoroughly, and claimed more shamefully then I would have ever thought possible. They have decided that a public example must be made of me, and I will be punished and used in the most humiliating ways imaginable as a warning to anyone who might dare to defy them.

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.

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.

Her scent drew me to her, but something deeper and more powerful told me she was mine. Something that would not be denied. Something that demanded I claim her then and there. I took her the way a beast takes his mate. Roughly. Savagely. Without mercy or remorse. She will run, and when she does, she will be punished, but it is not me that she fears. Every quivering, desperate climax reminds her that her body knows its master, and that terrifies her.

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.