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We took her, and we're not going to be gentle with her. Delaney Archer got herself mixed up with someone who crossed us, and now she's going to find out just how roughly and shamefully three bad men like us can make use of her beautiful body. She can plead for mercy, but it won't stop us from stripping her bare and spanking her until she's sore, sobbing, and soaking wet. Our feisty little captive is going to take everything we give her, and she'll be screaming our names with every savage climax long before we're done with her.

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.

After the billionaire owner of the world's most exclusive resort saved one of my friends from drowning, then scolded us like naughty schoolgirls, I didn't expect to be pulled aside for a kiss. Or to end up screaming his name with my ass still burning from his belt.

Ruthless and brutal, I was considered nothing but a cold-hearted beast, a man with no conscience, incapable of caring for anyone. My family's dark, mafia regime had a merciless hold on Miami, our wealth and savagery well known. There was no room for emotions, no heart of soul allowed and that was fine by me. When I was notified I'd been willed my estranged grandfather's ranch in Colorado, it became just another acquisition in my powerful estate.

Hardened by years spent in prison for a crime he didn't commit, Edmond Montego is no longer the gentle man I remember. When he came for me, he didn't just take me for the very first time.

Ruger Jameson can buy anything he wants, but that's not the reason I'm his to use, as he pleases. He's a former Army Ranger, accustomed to having his orders followed, but that's not why I obey him. He saved my life after our plane crashed, but I'm not on my knees just to thank him properly. I'm his, because my body knows its master. I do as I'm told, because he blisters my bare backside, every time I dare to do otherwise. I'm at his feet, because I belong to him, and I plan to show it in the most shameful way possible.

When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.

They're not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They're going to breed me. For years, the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth. But, it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader, and his most trusted warriors. It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance, and forced to submit to these alien brutes. But, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I'm kneeling at the feet of my mates, begging them to take me, as shamefully as they please.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

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.

I work alongside firefighters, so I know how to handle musclebound roughnecks, but Blaise Tompkins is in a league of his own. The night we met, I threw a glass of wine in his face, then ended up shoved against the wall with my panties on the floor and my arousal dripping down my thighs, screaming out climax after shameful climax with my well-punished bottom still burning. I've got a series of arsons to get to the bottom of, and finding out that the infuriatingly sexy brute who spanked me will be helping me with the investigation seemed like the last thing I needed.

Catherine's father conspired to have my father killed, and that debt to the Benedetti family must be settled. Just as he took something from me, I will take something from him. His daughter. She will be mine to punish and ravage, but when she suffers, it will not be for his sins. It will be for my pleasure. She will beg, but it will be for me to claim her in the most shameful ways imaginable. She will scream, but it will be because she doesn't think she can bear another climax. But when she surrenders at last, it will not be to her captor. It will be to her husband.

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.

Grant Wilde is as arrogant as he is rich and powerful, and if I didn’t need his help so desperately, I’d tell him exactly where he ought to shove his money, his exclusive club, and his cocky smirk.

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.

When I went undercover to investigate a series of murders with links to Steele Franklin's auction house operation, I expected to be sold for the humiliating use of one of his fellow billionaires. But he wanted me for himself. No contract. No agreed upon terms. No say in the matter at all except whether to surrender to his shameful demands without a fight or make him strip me bare and spank me into submission first. I chose the second option.

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 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.

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.

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.