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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'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.

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.

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.

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 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.

Caroline Hargrove thinks she is mine because her father owed me a debt, but that isn't why she is sitting in my car beside me with her bottom sore inside and out. She's wet, well-used, and coming with me whether she likes it or not, because I decided I want her, and I take what I want. As a senator's daughter, she probably thought no man would dare lay a hand on her, let alone spank her thoroughly and then claim her beautiful body in the most shameful ways possible. She was wrong. Very, very wrong. She's going to be mastered, and I won't be gentle about it.

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 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.

First I made her mine. Then I made her my wife. Even standing before me naked with her ass welted, Genevieve Morales looks every bit the ruthless mafia queen she is. But defiant or not, she'll still scream my name as I sink inside her tonight. She'll scream it much louder on our wedding night. A fool would rush to tame a bride like her, but I'm going to savor every moment as she surrenders, bucking and writhing and moaning as she finally gives in and comes hard for me. She already knows she's mine. I'm just going to make her admit it.

Suzette Barker thought she could steal from the most powerful Mafia boss in Philadelphia. My belt across her naked backside taught her otherwise, but as tears run down her cheeks and her arousal glistens on her bare thighs, there is something more important she will understand soon.

I came to Spain hoping to start a new life away from dangerous men, but then, I met Rafael Santiago. Now, I'm not just caught up in the affairs of a mafia boss, I'm being forced into his car. When I saw something I shouldn't have, Rafael took me captive, stripped me bare, and punished me until he felt certain I'd told him everything I knew about his organization...which was nothing at all.

I came home to uncover my family's secrets. The darkest of them came for me instead. Three ruggedly gorgeous shifter brutes ready to hunt me down, spank my bare ass red, and then carry me off sore, spent, and shared, with their seed dripping from my thoroughly ravaged body. Because I'm their mate.

Vincenzo King thought I knew something about a man who betrayed him, but that isn't why I'm on my way to New Orleans, well-used and sore with my backside still burning from his belt. When he bared and punished me, maybe it was just business, but what came after was not. It was savage, it was shameful, and it was very, very personal. I'm his toy now, and not the kind you keep in its box on the shelf. He's going to play rough with me. He's going to get me all wet and dirty. Then he's going to do it all again tomorrow.

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.

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. When he had to save my life a second time, the infuriatingly sexy bastard belted my ass for being careless, then bent me over and made me come the way a bad girl comes. But tonight he's not here to protect me. He's here to shove my panties in my mouth, bind me to the bed, and claim what belongs to him.

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....

Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She's just the first I let live. Now, she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson. She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: She never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.

Diego Santos may be wealthy, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous, but his slick veneer doesn't fool me. I know his true nature, and I had planned to end this arranged marriage before it even began. But it wasn't Diego waiting for me at the altar.

When Francesco Arturo helped me escape an unwanted arranged marriage three years ago, I didn't know he was the underboss of the most powerful mafia organization in New York. I was just an eighteen-year-old virgin on the run, and he was the handsome savior mesmerizing me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea before carrying me off to his bed to make me his. He could have taken my innocence that day, but he didn't. I gave it to him. But this isn't a fairy tale.