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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.

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.

Single mom Allie’s only bright light is her son, four-year-old Caleb. When Allie is fired from her job, and Caleb’s previously absent father returns to fight for custody, she knows it’s time to leave San Diego. To get closer to her support systems, she needs to move across the country to her family inn in Freedom Valley, New Hampshire. Enter Logan Nolan, a handsome Canadian literary agent. When a good friend begs him to help bring Allie and Caleb home, he can’t say no.

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.

I tried to put one man in prison. Then three men took me hostage. I knew going after one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the world would be dangerous, but I didn't anticipate being dragged from my apartment already sore, sorry, and shamefully used. My captors don't just plan to teach me a lesson and then let me go. They plan to share me, punish me, and claim me so ruthlessly I'll be screaming my submission into the sheets long before they're through with me. They took me as a hostage, but they'll keep me as theirs.

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....

By the time I made a run for it, I was already wearing his ring. It was an offer a broke girl with bills to pay and a sick mother to care for couldn't refuse. Marry a man I've never met without asking too many questions, and all of my troubles would be over. I didn't know he was a mob boss until it was too late.

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.

This box set brings together all three ruthlessly hot, savagely sexy books of The Alpha Brotherhood series.

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 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.

Maximo Giovanni Santaro is a king. A real king, like in the old days. The kind I didn’t know still existed. The kind who commands obedience and punishes any hint of defiance from his subjects. His Majesty doesn’t take no for an answer, and refusing his royal command has earned me not just a spanking that will leave me sobbing, but a lesson so utterly shameful, that it will serve as an example for anyone else who might dare to disobey him.

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.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

He's rough, he's dirty, and he's not going to be gentle. When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather's efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I'd be working with rugged men. What I didn't expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

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. But not as brutally as I came when he tossed me onto his bed and ravaged me later that night, or as shamefully hard as I'm about to come right now as he ruts me with my ass still sore from his belt.

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.

After a car wreck on an icy winter morning, I had no idea the man who saved my life would turn out to be the heir to a powerful mafia family, let alone that I'd be forced into marrying him.

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.

Even the most powerful men in the world know better than to cross me, but Autumn Sutherland thought she could spy on me in my own club and get away with it. Now, she must be punished. She tried to expose me, so she will be exposed. Bare, bound, and helplessly on display, she'll beg for mercy as my strap lashes her quivering bottom and my crop leaves its burning welts on her most intimate spots. Then, she'll scream my name as she takes every inch of me, long and hard.