Piper Stone

He didn't ask if I like it rough. It wasn't up to me. I thought I could get away with pissing off a big, tough Marine. I ended up with my face planted in the sheets, my burning bottom raised high, and my hair held tightly in his fist as he took me long and hard....

I was his long before I spoke my vows. Notorious mafia boss or not, when Alexander Prince’s icy blue eyes lock with mine, all I can think about is how it would feel to be thoroughly ravaged by this demon in a designer suit.

Neither of us belong at this auction. That won’t keep him from buying me. As this infuriatingly sexy asshole strips me bare and spanks me in front of a room full of even bigger assholes, there’s something about him that tells me he’s not like the other men here.

He keeps what he owns. When Sasha Dmitriyev saw me being mistreated, this brutally sexy Russian mafia boss made it clear to the bastard that he’d die if he ever touched me again. Then he took me home with him.

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.

Before he made me scream his name, I already belonged to him. When Brogan Callahan swept me off my feet, I didn't know he was heir to a powerful Irish mafia family. I didn't find that out until after he'd taken me in his arms and over his knee....

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....

When I caught her sneaking into my home, I thought Raven was just a girl doing a silly sorority dare, so I set her bare ass on fire with my belt and then taught her a much more shameful lesson.

I pulled Alexsey Dmitriyev from a burning building, I didn't know he was a Russian mafia kingpin... or that he'd soon be asking me out and refusing to take no for an answer.

When I went to Navarro Delgado's club planning to kill the bastard, he didn't just disarm me and spank me like a bad girl right there in front of his men. He made me come like a bad girl too.

Protecting her was duty. Claiming her was sin. After her testimony in my courtroom put a cartel hitman behind bars, I didn’t expect to see Valentina Sciascia again, let alone hear her beg and moan and scream my name in bed.

I didn't think I needed Dimitri Kristoff's protection, but it wasn't up to me. With a kingpin from a rival family coming after me, he took charge, took off his belt, and then took what he wanted. He knows I'm not used to doing as I'm told. He just doesn't care....

I have a rule about dating men like him. Too bad he doesn't follow rules. I've spent enough time around rich, powerful men that I thought I knew the type. Until Vissarian Dmitriyev decided I'd be having a drink with him. He didn't just make me come right there at the table.

By the time I knew the beautiful little firecracker who snuck into one of my clubs was my best friend's daughter, I'd already reddened her bare ass with my belt and ravaged her thoroughly. But now that I've claimed her, I'm keeping her. Forbidden fruit just tastes sweeter...

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.

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning.

The moment they caught my scent, I was theirs. By the time these alpha shifter brutes surrounded me, their breath hot on my sweat-slicked body as they stripped me bare, I'd already tried fleeing and I'd already done my best to fight them off.

When my life was threatened, Michael King didn't just take matters into his own hands. He took me. When he carried me off it was partly to protect me, but mostly it was because he wanted me. I didn't choose to go with him, but it wasn't up to me....

I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already....

When Aleksander Semenov bent me over his desk and spanked my bare ass on my first day at work, he was just my stern, sinfully sexy boss teaching me what happens to naughty girls. But when I scream his name in bed tonight I won't be merely his secretary. I'll be his bride.