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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.

He plays like a beast. He mates like one too. I don’t date assholes or hockey players, but that didn’t stop Steven Masters from spanking my ass red, kissing me like I was his already, and then rutting me so hard I screamed as I came.

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.

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. But when temptation got the better of me, I didn’t just give in to my darker side. I embraced it. That’s why this good girl spent the night having absolutely sinful things done to her, my hand tight around her throat and her ass sore from my belt as she came until she nearly blacked out. And why she’s mine now.

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.

Game or not, he plays to win. My company helps men like him find fiancées, but I wasn't on the table myself. Until he decided I was. Now this insanely gorgeous, infuriatingly arrogant billionaire isn't just making me strip for him like a dirty girl, then spanking my ass red and making me come while he does filthy things 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.

On the ice he's a savage. With me he's a beast. When suspicion arose that bad boy hockey star Saint Masters may be a wolf shifter and I was called in to help with his PR problem, I didn't expect him to kiss me like I belong to him... or to spank my ass red, then carry me off, strip me bare, and make me come so hard I screamed.

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.

When I bent Jasmine Sinclair over my desk and taught her what happens to naughty little girls who get caught cheating at cards in my casino, I didn't know her father was an important man. But even if I had, I'd still have made her come so hard she screamed my name as she surrendered to even my most shameful demands. And now that I've had a taste of her, there's no going back.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

He took me in off the street. Then he took me as his. Kraven Sokolov isn't the kind of man who tolerates being stolen from, even when it's just a girl who's been living out of her car hoping to get away with a quick dine and dash at his restaurant. By the time my punishment was over, I was on my knees with my bare ass bright red and arousal dripping down my thighs as I showed this infamous Bratva Pakhan how good of a girl I could be. Then he took me home with him, and every caress and climax made the truth more apparent.

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.

Yesterday he saved my life. Today he took me captive. I expected opening a brand-new veterinary clinic in New York City to be difficult, but I didn't anticipate being forced to dig a bullet out of the arm of a mafia kingpin on my very first day, let alone being taken captive and carried off to his estate with my ass still burning from his belt.

The moment I saw her picture, I knew she was mine. After years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, the last thing I should be doing is tracking down a woman whose name I was never supposed to know, let alone kidnapping her. But I've put the angel who made my life worth living again in danger, and I'm going to keep her safe whether she likes it or not, even if that means carrying her off and claiming her like a beast. Because even if she doesn't know it yet, she's always been mine.

He doesn't play by the rules. He makes them. The first time Dimitrios Nomikos made me scream his name, I'd run from him and he'd caught me, bared me, and spanked my ass bright red. The second time I was bound to his bed, naked and helpless as this billionaire Greek mafia kingpin who's known me since I was a little girl flipped me over and took me in the most shameful way possible. But I won't be running from him again tonight. Because today he made me his wife. Publisher's Note: The Boss is the first book in the Vengeful Empire series but can be read as a standalone.

I'd sworn off men completely, determined to make a name for myself in the culinary world. Yet Hunter Fox who was part owner of the resort and in charge of the restaurants disagreed with every decision I made. Vehemently.

Bella Winters didn't come to Danger Falls looking for charity, but I'm not the kind of man who leaves a woman out in the cold, even one defiant enough to storm off into a blizzard. That's why I went after her...and why I belted her bare ass once I had her back safe and sound.

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.