Innocent Brides

When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to be gentle with me...and he wasn't. Not when he spanked me for daring to wear panties under the dress he chose for me, and certainly not when he stripped me out of that same dress and made me scream in his bed.

Arman Romanov has looked out for me since I was a little girl, yet now when I need him more than ever I can't stand the idea of accepting help from the son of a man my father betrayed. But it isn't up to me. A powerful mafia family is demanding that I pay my father's debts and Arman is the only one who can protect me, but that isn't the reason I'm sore, spent, and sleeping by his side tonight.

When Luka Romanov burst into the bar where I work to take care of some mafia business, I was still an innocent virgin. I woke up the next morning sore, spent, and feeling much less innocent. He tracked me down to punish me for trying to run from him, but it wasn't just his hard hand reddening my bare bottom that left me soaking wet and ready to be ruthlessly claimed. I was breathless and desperately in need the moment he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

He didn't ask for my surrender. He took it. Maybe I let myself get a little too tipsy this evening, but I didn't expect to wake up next to a Russian mobster without my panties on. Fortunately, Maxim Volkov isn't here to ravage me. At least not tonight... He's made it his business to look out for me, and if that means taking me over his knee with my bottom bare for a spanking with my own hairbrush, then that's exactly what he's going to do.

When I claimed to be Roman Romanov's fiancé, I just wanted a Russian to leave me alone at a club. I didn't know another bratva boss was upstairs at that very moment trying to get Roman to marry his daughter, and I definitely didn't expect to end up going home with Roman that night. Or to be calling him daddy with my cheeks blushing and my bottom sore from a spanking.