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It was supposed to be just one night. He made it forever.My brother intended to match me with the heir to a powerful Russian mob family, but when Jaxon Prince took me home from a masquerade ball and ordered me to strip, I did as I was told.I knew he'd tear my clothes off himself and spank my...

He owns this town. Including me. When Montgomery Prince made me come so hard I screamed while still in the parking lot of the bar where he spanked my ass red just moments ago, I didn't know he was a powerful mafia boss. I just knew he was the infuriatingly sexy asshole who ordered me to remove my thong, pocketed it as if he planned to keep it, and then ravaged me brutally right there in his luxury SUV before bringing me back to his place to really teach me what it means to belong to a man like him. And that he wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway.

Whether I belong in his world or not, I belong to him now. When the man who took my dog to the vet one night after an accident made me breakfast the next morning, I didn't expect to end up bent over the counter for him to ravage me thoroughly. Or to discover that he's a ruthless mafia boss.

I was his long before I spoke my vows. Notorious mafia boss or not, when Alexander Prince’s icy blue eyes lock with mine, all I can think about is how it would feel to be thoroughly ravaged by this demon in a designer suit. But I didn’t actually expect him to carry me off…or to spank my bare ass when I tried to run. Or that he’d be making his bride one day soon…

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.