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D'Artagnan Conti was born into poverty, raised to be a soldier in my father's savage regime. I grew up in luxury, longing to escape my family's cruel machinations, and the young man with sapphire eyes and the voice of an angel became not just my forbidden crush but my everything. Then he was taken from me, killed in a brutal attack by our enemies. Or so I was led to believe....

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.

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 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.

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.

Diego Santos may be wealthy, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous, but his slick veneer doesn't fool me. I know his true nature, and I had planned to end this arranged marriage before it even began. But it wasn't Diego waiting for me at the altar.

As a single dad, a battle-scarred Marine, and a smokejumper, my life was complicated enough. Then, Wren Tillman showed up in town, full of sass and all but begging for my belt, and what began as a passionate night after I rescued her from a snowstorm quickly became much more.

When Francesco Arturo helped me escape an unwanted arranged marriage three years ago, I didn't know he was the underboss of the most powerful mafia organization in New York. I was just an eighteen-year-old virgin on the run, and he was the handsome savior mesmerizing me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea before carrying me off to his bed to make me his. He could have taken my innocence that day, but he didn't. I gave it to him. But this isn't a fairy tale.

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.

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 work alongside firefighters, so I know how to handle musclebound roughnecks, but Blaise Tompkins is in a league of his own. The night we met, I threw a glass of wine in his face, then ended up shoved against the wall with my panties on the floor and my arousal dripping down my thighs, screaming out climax after shameful climax with my well-punished bottom still burning. I've got a series of arsons to get to the bottom of, and finding out that the infuriatingly sexy brute who spanked me will be helping me with the investigation seemed like the last thing I needed.

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....

Diego Santos is a ruthless crime boss from Los Angeles, a dangerous man who came here to grow his mafia empire. But I didn't know any of that when I threw tequila in the arrogant bastard's face...or when he belted my bare ass and then made me scream as I came for him.

The things he says he'll do to me are far from sweet, this man I know only by his voice. They're so filthy that I blush crimson just hearing them...and yet still I answer, my panties always soaked the moment the phone rings. But this isn't going to end when I decide it's gone too far....

Wrecking my cheating ex's truck with a bat might have made me feel better...if the one I went after had actually belonged to him, instead of to the burly roughneck currently taking off his belt. Now I'm bent over in a parking lot with my bottom burning as this ruggedly sexy bastard and his two equally brutish friends take turns reddening my ass, and I can tell they're just getting started.

I shouldn't be here. My clothes shouldn't be scattered around the room, my bottom shouldn't be sore, and I certainly shouldn't be screaming into the sheets as a ruthless tycoon takes everything he wants from me. I shouldn't even know Houston Powers at all, but I was in a bad spot and I was made an offer. A shameful, indecent offer I couldn't refuse. I was desperate, I needed the money, and I didn't have a choice. Not a real one, anyway. I'm here because I signed a contract, but I'm his because he made me his.

Xander didn't just win me in the arena. The alien brute claimed me there too, with my punished bottom still burning and my screams of climax almost drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Almost.... Victory earned him freedom and the right to take me as his mate, but making me truly his will mean more than just spanking me into shameful surrender and then rutting me like a wild beast. Before he carries me off as his prize, the dark truth that brought me here must be exposed at last.

For centuries, we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal instincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect. But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn't teach her to obey, then she'll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

When Sara Adams waltzed into my office for an interview, she didn't know I was an heir to the most ruthless crime family in Chicago... and she definitely didn't expect to leave with her ass burning and arousal dripping down her thighs after I ravaged her right there over my desk. But she still took everything I gave her like a good girl, then took the position I offered. Not that it would have mattered if she hadn't.

I knew one taste of her would never be enough. So I made her mine. As the head of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago, I can buy anything I want. But this beautiful ballerina whose innocence soothes the savage beast within me isn't for sale. She'll still be mine. Helpless and vulnerable, my sweetest possession will dance over my knee as I paint her bare ass a delicious shade of pink, then writhe and moan and beg as she comes for me again and again.