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I've been on the run from Constantine Thorne since I saw him kill a man nine years ago, but when he finally caught up with me he offered me a deal. Marry him and he will keep me safe. I didn't realize he was the monster I'd feared until I was already his bride.

When we last spoke, Zoe Thibodeaux was a schoolgirl with a crush. But now the daughter of the most powerful mafia boss in New Orleans is all grown up... and in desperate need of my belt across her bare ass before I grip her hair in my fist and teach her what it means to be mine. Her father trusted me to keep her safe, but I'm going to do much more than that. I'm going to keep her forever.

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.

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.

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.

In my world, a bride can be given...or she can be taken. When Winter O'Brien was given to me, she thought she had a say in the matter. She was wrong. She is my bride. Mine to claim, mine to punish, and mine to use as shamefully as I please. The sting of my belt on her bare bottom will teach her to obey, but obedience is just the beginning. I will demand so much more.

I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already. She's sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished. She's well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want. She's waiting for me in my bed because she's my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.

First he took what he needed. Then he took what he wanted. When Beckham Kennedy burst into my bed and breakfast, this ruthless mafia boss didn't just demand a place to lay low with no questions asked. He demanded my complete surrender too. And with my bare ass still on fire from a shameful spanking in front of his men, he got it. But I grew up in the same world he did, so I know being claimed by this brute means more than just coming so hard I scream his name with every climax he forces from my helpless body.

I didn't think I needed Dimitri Kristoff's protection, but it wasn't up to me. With a kingpin from a rival family coming after me, he took charge, took off his belt, and then took what he wanted. He knows I'm not used to doing as I'm told. He just doesn't care. The stripes seared across my bare bottom left me sore and sorry, but it was what came after that truly left me shaken. The princess of the king family shouldn't be on her knees for anyone, let alone this Bratva brute who has decided to claim for himself what he was meant to safeguard.

Dex Cooper: Bassist, addict, charmer. He came blaring into my world playful and demanding. Hiding his demons behind a panty melting smile. I knew he was bad for me but Dex made bad feel so good. So I played along with his games until he destroyed everything. With Dex Cooper, everything was a game but I’m done playing. Siobhan Rawlings: Fiery redhead, cherry pie, mine. She eased the cravings that ruled my body. Gave me peace from the memories that haunt me. But I knew it wouldn't last.

Gabe Mercer. Singer. Rock star. Broken. He was my everything, my childhood love. But he lied to me, kept secrets, and broke my trust. So I walked away and took control of my life. I thought I was happy without him - I was happy without him. But then he crashed back into my orbit, and his pull is just as strong as ever. Only this time, he’s made it clear we’re done and he wants nothing to do with me.

Treating a mobster shot by a rival’s goons isn’t really my forte, but when a man is powerful enough to have a whole wing of a hospital cleared out for his protection, you do as you’re told. To make matters worse, this isn’t first time I’ve met Giovanni Calduchi. It turns out my newest patient is the stern, sexy brute who all but dragged me back to his hotel room a couple of nights ago so he could use my body as he pleased, then showed up at my house the next day, stripped me bare, and spanked me until I was begging him to take me even more roughly and shamefully.

Alexandra is a senator's daughter, used to mingling in the company of the rich and powerful, but tonight, she will learn that there are men who play by different rules. Men like me. I could romance her. I could seduce her and then carry her gently to my bed. But that can wait. Tonight I'm going to wring one ruthless climax after another from her quivering body with her bottom burning from my belt and her throat sore from screaming. She will know she is mine before she even knows she is my bride.

When Aleksander Semenov bent me over his desk and spanked my bare ass on my first day at work, he was just my stern, sinfully sexy boss teaching me what happens to naughty girls. But when I scream his name in bed tonight I won't be merely his secretary. I'll be his bride.

When life brings you strawberries...let Gabe give you orgasms. A Gabe and Harper short story set after Tattooed Memories.

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.

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.

She wasn't supposed to be there tonight. I took her because I had no other choice, but as I carried her from her home dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, I knew I would be keeping her. I'm going to make her tell me everything I need to know. Then, I'm going to make her mine. She'll sob as my belt lashes her bottom, and she'll scream as climax after savage climax is forced from her naked, quivering body, but there will be no mercy, no matter how shamefully she begs.

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.

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.