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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. But I didn’t actually expect him to carry me off…or to spank my bare ass when I tried to run. Or that he’d be making his bride one day soon…

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. Now he’s giving me a taste of what it’s like to belong to a man someone else didn’t pick for me. The kind of man who’ll carry me off, spank my ass red, then ride me with my hair gripped in his fist as I buck and writhe and come so hard I scream. A man like him.

One drink. Three maniacal mates. Drink me. This is no ordinary task. It’s a compatibility test. A way for the Silver King to find a suitable mate. All because he needs an heir. Every eligible maiden in the kingdom has to drink. Including little old me—Ailsa Marvel—a simple mortal living in a land of magic and wonder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become the Chosen Omega. But the moment I swallow, I find myself falling down, down, down and landing in the middle of mayhem. Monsterland is in disarray. Everyone is hunting the Silver King’s salvation. His intended.

When 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. But as he strips me bare and takes off his belt, the only thing on my mind is how hard I'm about to come for him right here and now, bent over the grand piano in the fancy restaurant he bought out for just the two of us tonight. And how much harder I'll come for him once he's carried me off and bound me to his bed.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed. With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple. If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

Do you believe in love at first sight? In a love so strong and bright, it ignites you even in your darkest hours? Do you believe that somewhere in this world there's someone who's destined to be your other half? Your soulmate? I didn't. Until I met her. Greta Falcone. Protected mafia princess from the madmen of Las Vegas, she's forbidden to me.

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. He stripped me on his balcony, spanked my bare ass red, and then made sure the whole resort heard every desperate, screaming climax. By the time I knew he was a billionaire bratva boss, I was already his.

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...

Some women rise from their ashes, Aria tends to be the one making the ashes nowadays. Aria’s world is unraveling into utterly, beautiful chaos. Will she become the savior the Nine Realms need, or will she become the monster they’ve made? Are you brave enough to enter the Nine Realms? There’s a queen rising, and in chaos, she’ll reign.

I didn’t know Raphael Amado when he turned up on our doorstep demanding restitution for an old debt. My grandfather knew him well, though, and he quickly conceded. That restitution? Me. Six months later, Raphael came to claim me. He took me from my home, taking me to his Tuscan estate, where from the crumbling chapel to the destroyed vineyard to that dark cellar, the past stalked him like a shadow. Even the walls held secrets here, and I’d need to uncover them all to survive.

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.

Before I was his wife, I was his captive. When a ridiculously sexy stranger burst into my apartment with a gun drawn, I didn't know the brute pushing me against the wall and silencing my protests with a kiss was a ruthless crime boss. Or that he was about to make me come so hard the whole building would hear my screams... But now, as he shoves my soaking wet panties in my mouth, spanks my bare ass red for running from him, and then makes it clear I'll be accompanying him back to Spain whether I like it or not, I know exactly who Kruz Blanco is. He's the man who's going to make me his bride.

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....

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. Not just because I'm old enough to be her father, or even because my half-brother raised her. Because she's too innocent for the wicked things I would do to her perfect little body, for the way I would make her beg and writhe and come over and over again with her hair gripped tight in my fist and her ass sore from my belt, then flip her over and claim her even more shamefully.

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. My seed was already dripping down her thighs before I learned she's my enemy's daughter. That's when I decided I would be keeping her. And that I'd be making her my bride.

He's a big, angry former Marine, and I'm going to be sore when he's done with me. Hawk Travers is not a man to be trifled with. I learned that lesson in the hardest way possible, first with a painful, humiliating public spanking and then much more shamefully in private. She came looking for trouble. She got a taste of my belt instead. Bryce Myers pushed me too far and she ended up with her bottom welted. But as satisfying as it is to hear this feisty little reporter scream my name as I put her in her place, I get the feeling she isn't going to stop snooping.

Before he took me captive, I was already his. I knew better than to get mixed up with a billionaire Greek mafia kingpin, but Christos Nomikos didn't give me a choice. Not when he carried me off to his estate for my protection, not when he belted my bare ass for running away, and not when he made me come harder than I ever have in my life for him. But as he pushes me down over the back of his couch to take me the only way he hasn't yet, I can't deny the shameful truth. Even if I had a choice, I'd still be his.

I was his obsession. Now I'm his completely. His breath is hot on my bare skin. His eyes rove over every inch of me as his muscled body looms over mine, pinning me helplessly to the bed. When his teeth bite down where he knows it will get my attention the most, I fight to keep from giving him the satisfaction of screaming. Or coming. But the man about to ravage me brutally isn't some crazed stalker. At least not tonight.

I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt. Scratch that, I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses. If any of us fail, I'm dead. I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now. The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.

He's not a man who asks. He's a man who takes. My father is the mayor of Las Vegas, but Mikhail Dmitriyev didn't care. Not when he led me through a posh resort blindfolded before ravaging me in his opulent suite, or when he hunted me down and broke into my apartment so he could strip me naked and spank my bare ass until he was sure I knew better than to keep secrets from him ever again. But as I'm shoved up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body as if he owns it already, I'm not just worried about what this ruthless Russian mafia boss is going to do to me.