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The Onyx Brotherhood offers me everything: money, resources, and the chance to pursue my research outside of the law. The ancient secret society shapes the world, but there's a dark price to join. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, punish, and train to perfect submission. If I refuse or she fails to perform at my initiation ceremony, I'm dead. Eve is sweet, naive, and addictive. My obsession grows until she's all I can think about. I watch her from the shadows and imagine her chained at my feet. I can't do this to my beautiful girl.

I've spent years building my tech empire, determined to escape my family's criminal legacy. But when the Ivanov brothers take me captive to control my father, all my careful plans crumble. My jailer, Erik Ivanov, is nothing like I expected. Behind his icy control burns a darkness that calls to my own. Each time he touches me, my resistance weakens. Each time he claims me, the line between captor and lover blurs. But falling for an Ivanov is a death sentence. Our families have been enemies for generations, and love won't erase the blood between us.

He dared to take her from me. And I have to get her back before it’s too late. I will unleash the monster within. I’ll paint the walls red and burn the world down to reach her, no matter what it costs—even if she can’t love what I’ve become. In the end, I’ll become her nightmare to reclaim what's mine.

I’ll die before I call him daddy. Within hours of reaching Chicago, I’m taken. Strung up in front of the most dangerous man in Chicago. Spartak Volkov expects me to cower to him and give up my family. He wants my submission. He wants me to betray the people I love. He wants to use me to end the war. None of that scares me, though. It’s the sick desire in his eyes when he looks at me.

Tainted. Dirty. Those are the words my family use to describe me. It doesn’t help that after my mother escaped them all years ago, she was tragically killed and I was returned back to them like a neat little package. My aunt hates me. My grandfather despises me. My life until now has been one of keeping my mouth shut and keeping my head down, praying no one sees me. And then he comes along. Conrad Blake. He’s confident, an egotistical arsehole but I’ll admit there is something attractive about him. He’s my aunt’s fiancé.

A riveting dystopian nightmare that’s Blake Crouch meets Silent Hill, in which a woman finds herself jailed in a subterranean fortress, and must fight for her sanity and survival. ****Goodreads Choice Award Finalist**** Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground...

I never lived a day until he came along and found me… Forced to compete for our Chapter Lord’s hand in marriage, I silently pray through each and every ritual that I will not be chosen. But when my nightmare becomes a reality, my life turns into nothing short of hell. My dear Lord husband chose me because he needs an heir. He doesn’t care for my needs, he doesn’t even see me as a person. I’m a thing to own, a vessel to use. But amongst the horror there’s one shining light; Devin. One of my Chapter Guards. I’m not meant to look at him, let alone know his name.

Emily Porter saw me kill a man who betrayed my family, and she helped put me behind bars. But someone with my connections doesn't stay in prison long, and she is about to learn the hard way that there is a price to pay for crossing the boss of the King dynasty. A very, very painful price.... She's going to cry for me as I blister that beautiful bottom, then she's going to scream for me as I ravage her over and over again, taking her in the most shameful ways she can imagine. But leaving her well-punished and well-used is just the beginning of what I have in store for Emily.

He takes me his captive at his lavish estate. Massive. Dangerous. A modern-day Viking. A bad man worthy of his plundering ancestors. There's no denying he's sexy as he is big. My father owes him a debt, and he wants me to pay. The cost is my virgin body to do with as he pleases. He threatens to tie me up, punish me, bring me to the edge. Now, his hands are on my body, his mouth on mine. How can I escape when I'm craving his touch?

Light years from home, science officer Lieutenant Eva La Croix and her all-female exploration team land on a planet they believe is a perfect substitute for the dying earth. Set upon by huge alien hunters, Eva is captured by the barbarian leader. Tossed over his shoulder, she is carried back to camp, tethered to his bed, and claimed as his own.

Sold to a pack of alphas, Cara hadn't even known what an omega was, or that she was one. Chained in a cell, they used her body for pleasure, but her life wasn't as hopeless as it could have been. She had shelter and food, and she hadn't been reduced to selling herself for drug money like her mother. Still, she couldn't help hoping there might be something more to her new life than the alphas getting what they'd paid for. Did she have any hope of a future, or would she be trapped in the darkness forever?

I told Chloe Kingstrom that getting close to me would be dangerous and that she should keep her distance. The moment she disobeyed and followed me into that bar, she became mine. Now my enemies are after her, but it's not what they would do to her she should worry about. It's what I'm going to do to her. My belt across her bare backside will teach her obedience, but what comes after will be different. She's going to blush, beg, and scream with every climax as she's ravaged more thoroughly than she can imagine. Then I'm going to flip her over and claim her in an even more shameful way.

Ich mag es nicht, berührt zu werden. Ich bin die Hacker-Nerd-Göttin des FBIs. Wenn ich mich hinter meinem Monitor verstecke, habe ich einen sicheren Abstand zu allen anderen; isoliert, mächtig. Kein Mann hat mich bisher berührt, aber als ich vom Drogenbaron Andrés Moreno entführt werde, aber ich nicht länger das Recht mich zu verweigern. Er hat eine Narbe und ist angsteinflößend, aber sein grausamer Bruder Cristian hat ihm aufgetragen, mich zu brechen. Ich versuche zu flüchten, aber ich kann seinen starken Armen und der strengen Disziplin nicht entkommen.