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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.

After I was left at the altar, I turned what was meant to be the reception into an epic party. But when a handsome stranger asked me to dance, I wasn't prepared for the passion he ignited.

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 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.

When I went to Navarro Delgado's club planning to kill the bastard, he didn't just disarm me and spank me like a bad girl right there in front of his men. He made me come like a bad girl too. But not as brutally as I came when he tossed me onto his bed and ravaged me later that night, or as shamefully hard as I'm about to come right now as he ruts me with my ass still sore from his belt.

I came here looking for answers. I ended up with three mates instead. His species is supposed to be extinct, but the brute who just shifted into a huge, naked man is not only very much alive, he's visibly ready to ravage me along with two more of these wild beasts. But as they tear my clothes off, spank my bare ass, and take turns mounting and rutting me, my body milking them greedily with every savage climax, I know they're not just claiming me. They're breeding me.

As the new bad boy of the Zulies, Missoula Montana's elite smokejumping team, Stoker Hansen is determined to make his mark. A danger junkie, he's hopeful this new chapter of his life will erase the demons lingering from his past. Then he meets a feisty woman with a caustic mouth and all bets are off.

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....

He'll soon realize I'm all grown up, and then it won't be long before my teenage crush finally shows me the side of him he's kept hidden from me—the savage side that will blister my bare ass for talking back and then take what has always been his with my hair gripped in his fist.

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.

When he came to my aid after a head-on collision that seemed not to have been an accident, Jameson Stark offered me a ride, help with my car, and a job at the most exclusive club in town. He also bared me, spanked me until I knew better than to argue with him again, and then showed me what it means to be in the debt of a billionaire who isn't afraid to take everything he's owed.

He doesn't make offers. He makes demands. I should have known better. His proposition was shameful. So shameful I threw my drink in his face when I heard it. Then I saw the look in his eyes, and I knew I'd made a mistake. I fought as he bared me and begged as he spanked me, but it didn't matter. All I could do was moan, scream, and climax helplessly for him as he took everything he wanted from me. By the time I signed the contract, I was already his.

When I met Phoenix Diamonds, I didn't know anything about him except that he had a body carved from stone and a voice that left me hoping he'd order me to strip just so I could obey. By the time I learned he's the head of a Greek crime syndicate intent on making me pay for the sins of my father, he'd already mastered me with his touch alone, belted my bare ass for daring to come without permission, and ravaged me thoroughly both that night and the next morning. All I can do is try to pretend he isn't everything I've always fantasized about...

I fought his control, but I knew I wouldn't win...and in my heart I don't think I even wanted to. Not after he called me his good girl, stripped me bare and spanked me with his belt, and then made me blush and beg and come so hard I forgot all about being his only for a few more days.

I knew Maxim Nikitin was a man to be reckoned with when I went undercover to help the FBI bring him down, but nothing could have prepared me for his raw power...or his icy blue eyes. He caught me, and now he's determined not just to punish me, but to tame me completely.

Saxon Thornburg is known to the world as a reputable businessman, but I knew his true nature even before he kidnapped, bared, bound, and punished me, and then shamefully ravaged me.

Hope Gracen was just another target to be tracked down...until I caught her. When I discovered I'd been lied to, I carried her off. She'll tell me the truth with her bottom still burning from my belt, but that isn't why she's here.

Before he made me scream his name, I already belonged to him. When Brogan Callahan swept me off my feet, I didn't know he was heir to a powerful Irish mafia family. I didn't find that out until after he'd taken me in his arms and over his knee.

After serving my country in the Marines, I returned to Missoula determined to live a solitary life. Labeled antisocial, my job as a high mountain tracker suited my needs. When I was tasked to locate another lost hiker, a snowstorm derailed my plans of getting in and out without incident.