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As far as I'm concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I'm the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

In my world, a bride can be given...or she can be taken. When Winter O'Brien was given to me, she thought she had a say in the matter. She was wrong. She is my bride. Mine to claim, mine to punish, and mine to use as shamefully as I please. The sting of my belt on her bare bottom will teach her to obey, but obedience is just the beginning. I will demand so much more.

Kostya Baranov is an infamous assassin, a man capable of incredible savagery, but when I witnessed a mafia hit he didn't silence me with a bullet. He decided to make me his instead. Taken prisoner and forced to obey or feel the sting of his belt, shameful lust for my captor soon wars with fury at what he has done to me...and what he keeps doing to me with every touch.

When Esme Rawlings looks at me, she sees many things. A ruthless mob boss. A key witness to the latest murder in an ongoing turf war. A guardian angel who saved her from a hitman's bullet. But when I look at her, I see just one thing. My mate. She can investigate me as thoroughly as she feels necessary, prying into every aspect of my family's vast mafia empire, but the only truth she really needs to know about me she will learn tonight with her bare bottom burning and her protests drowned out by her screams of climax. I take what belongs to me.

When I first screamed his name in shameful surrender, Sevastian Kozlov was the enemy, the heir of a rival family who had just finished spanking me into submission after I dared to defy him. Though he'd already claimed my body by the time he claimed me as his bride, no matter how desperately I long for his touch, I vowed this beautiful sinner would never conquer my heart. But it wasn't up to me.

On the run from corrupt men determined to silence me, I sought refuge in his cabin. I ate his food, drank his whiskey, and slept in his bed. But then the big bad bear came home and I learned the hard way that sometimes Goldilocks ends up with her cute little bottom well-used and sore. He stripped me, spanked me, and ravaged me in the most shameful way possible, but then this rugged brute did something no one else ever has before. He made it clear he plans to keep me....

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.

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.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

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.

I knew Maxim Nikitin was a man to be reckoned with when I went undercover to help the FBI bring him down, but nothing could have prepared me for his raw power...or his icy blue eyes. He caught me, and now he's determined not just to punish me, but to tame me completely.

When he came to my aid after a head-on collision that seemed not to have been an accident, Jameson Stark offered me a ride, help with my car, and a job at the most exclusive club in town. He also bared me, spanked me until I knew better than to argue with him again, and then showed me what it means to be in the debt of a billionaire who isn't afraid to take everything he's owed.

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.

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.

I'd sworn off men completely, determined to make a name for myself in the culinary world. Yet Hunter Fox who was part owner of the resort and in charge of the restaurants disagreed with every decision I made. Vehemently.

Grant Wilde is as arrogant as he is rich and powerful, and if I didn’t need his help so desperately, I’d tell him exactly where he ought to shove his money, his exclusive club, and his cocky smirk.

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.

The moment I saw her picture, I knew she was mine. After years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, the last thing I should be doing is tracking down a woman whose name I was never supposed to know, let alone kidnapping her. But I've put the angel who made my life worth living again in danger, and I'm going to keep her safe whether she likes it or not, even if that means carrying her off and claiming her like a beast. Because even if she doesn't know it yet, she's always been mine.

After the billionaire owner of the world's most exclusive resort saved one of my friends from drowning, then scolded us like naughty schoolgirls, I didn't expect to be pulled aside for a kiss. Or to end up screaming his name with my ass still burning from his belt.

After she was kidnapped in broad daylight, I was hired to bring Willow Cavanaugh home, but as the daughter of a wealthy family, she's used to getting what she wants rather than taking orders.