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In my late-night hunt for the perfect pastry, I never expected to be the victim of a brutal attack...or for a brooding, blue-eyed stranger to become my savior, tending to my wounds while easing my fears. The electricity exploded between us, turning into a night of incredible passion.

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.

When I went undercover to investigate a series of murders with links to Steele Franklin's auction house operation, I expected to be sold for the humiliating use of one of his fellow billionaires. But he wanted me for himself. No contract. No agreed upon terms. No say in the matter at all except whether to surrender to his shameful demands without a fight or make him strip me bare and spank me into submission first. I chose the second option.

It wasn't his mafia birthright that made Dax Dupree a monster. Years behind bars and a brutal war with a rival organization made him hard as steel, but the beast he can barely control was always there, and without a mate to mark and claim, it would soon take hold of him completely. I didn't know that when he showed up at my bar after closing and spanked me until I was wet and shamefully ready for him to mount and ravage me, or even when I woke the next morning with my throat sore from screaming and his seed still drying on my thighs. But I know it now. Because I'm his mate.

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.

I was supposed to be safe from the lottery. Set apart for a man who would treat me with dignity. But as I'm probed and examined in the most intimate, shameful ways imaginable while the hulking alien king who just spanked me looks on approvingly, I know one thing for certain. This brute didn't end up with me by chance. He wanted me, so he found a way to take me. He'll savor every blush as I stand bare and on display for him, every plea for mercy as he punishes my defiance, and every quivering climax as he slowly masters my virgin body. I'll be his before he even claims me.

I knew I was in trouble the moment Gregory Steele called me into his office, but I wasn't expecting to end up stripped bare, and bent over his desk for a painful lesson from his belt. Taking a little bit of money here and there might have gone unnoticed in another organization, but stealing from one of the most powerful mafia bosses on the West Coast has consequences. It doesn't matter why I did it. The only thing that matters now is what he's going to do to me. He didn't make me sign that contract just to show me off with my cheeks blushing. Now that I'm his, he plans to keep me.

Ruger Jameson can buy anything he wants, but that's not the reason I'm his to use, as he pleases. He's a former Army Ranger, accustomed to having his orders followed, but that's not why I obey him. He saved my life after our plane crashed, but I'm not on my knees just to thank him properly. I'm his, because my body knows its master. I do as I'm told, because he blisters my bare backside, every time I dare to do otherwise. I'm at his feet, because I belong to him, and I plan to show it in the most shameful way possible.

Julieta Morales hoped to escape an unwanted marriage, but the moment she got into my car, her fate was sealed. She will have a husband, but it won't be the cartel boss her father chose for her. It will be me. But I'm not the kind of man who takes his bride gently amid rose petals on her wedding night. She'll learn to satisfy her King's demands with her bottom burning and her hair held in my fist. She'll promise obedience when she speaks her vows, but she'll be mastered long before then.

Until mere moments ago, I was a doctor heading home after my shift at the hospital. But that was before I was forced into the back seat of an SUV, then bared and spanked for trying to escape. Now I'm just leverage for the Cabello brothers to use against my father, but it isn't the thought of being held hostage by these brutes that has my heart racing and my whole body quivering. It is the way they're looking at me...Like they're about to tear my clothes off and take turns mounting me like wild beasts. Like they own me.

The first time I saw Austin, he was hitchhiking. I stopped to give him a lift, but I didn't end up taking this big, rough former marine wherever he was heading. He was far too busy taking me. When Francesca Montgomery pulled up beside me, I didn't know who she was, but I knew what she needed, and I gave it to her. Long, hard, and thoroughly, until she was screaming my name as she climaxed over and over with her quivering bare bottom still sporting the marks from my belt.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

I knew Erik Chenault was dangerous the moment I saw him. Everything about him should have warned me away, from the scar on his face to the fact that mobsters call him Blade. But I was drawn like a moth to a flame, and I ended up burnt...and blushing, sore, and thoroughly used.

I told her it was going to hurt. I meant it. Danni Brexton is a hot little number with a sharp tongue and a chip on her shoulder. She's the kind of trouble that needs to be ridden hard and put away wet, but only after a taste of my belt. It will take more than just a firm hand and a burning bottom to tame this sassy spitfire, but I plan to keep her safe, sound, and screaming my name in bed whether she likes it or not. By the time I'm through with her, there won't be a shadow of a doubt in her mind that she belongs to me.

When I snuck into Montana Cobalt's house, I was looking for help learning to ride like him. What I got was his belt across my bare backside, and then with tears running down my cheeks and arousal dripping onto my thighs, he taught me an even rougher, more shameful lesson. He's agreed to train me, but not just for the rodeo. He's going to show me what it means to be ridden hard and put away wet, and I'll take everything he gives me and then beg him for more.

I came to Spain hoping to start a new life away from dangerous men, but then, I met Rafael Santiago. Now, I'm not just caught up in the affairs of a mafia boss, I'm being forced into his car. When I saw something I shouldn't have, Rafael took me captive, stripped me bare, and punished me until he felt certain I'd told him everything I knew about his organization...which was nothing at all.

In the Marines they called me Big Rig. She'll just call me sir. Alexis Harding is used to telling men exactly what she thinks, but she's never had a roughneck like me as a boss before. On my rig, I make the rules and sassy little girls get stripped bare, bent over my desk, and taught their place, first with my belt and then in a much more shameful way. She'll be sore and sorry long before I'm done with her, but the arousal glistening on her thighs reveals the truth she would rather keep hidden. She needs it rough, and that's how she'll get it.

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner she learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place. But even as she promises obedience with tears running down her cheeks, I know it isn't the sting of my belt that will truly tame her.

Snow White is a good girl. She knows because everyone tells her so. Her parents, her friends, even her dreamy boss at the ice cream shop. But her good girl ways are put to the test when she encounters a witch, a bear and a magical curse. Now she has one chance to lift the spell, but it will take more than just creative use of ice cream toppings.