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I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt's deep, commanding voice. I didn't know who he was or about the life he'd left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it. This boss of bosses didn't assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him.

I came here as a spy. I ended up as the king's property. I was captured and locked in a dungeon, but it was only when I saw Magnar that I felt real fear. He is a warrior and a king, but that is not why my virgin body quivers as I stand bare before him. He is not merely an alpha. He is my alpha. The one who will punish and master me. The one who will claim and ravage me. The one who will break me, but only after he's made me beg for it.

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.

I traveled to this city to disrupt the plans of the Brotherhood's enemies, not tame a defiant omega, but the moment Revna challenged me, I knew punishing her would not be enough. Despite her blushing protests, I'm going to bare her beautiful body and mark her quivering bottom with my belt, but she won't be truly put in her place until I put her flat on her back. I'm her alpha and I will use her as I please.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

He's not an alpha. He's the alpha. And he's going to breed me. I used to believe beasts like him were nothing but legends and folklore. Then he came for me. He is no mere alpha wolf. He is the fearsome expression of the virility of the Earth itself, come into the world for the first time in centuries to claim a human female fated to be his mate. That human female is me. When I ran, he caught me. When I fought him, he punished me. I begged for mercy, but mercy isn't what he has in mind for me.

I dared to defy him, but as this alien brute rips my clothes off and mounts me with my bottom still burning from his punishing hand it is clear what is in store for me isn't mere vengeance. It is conquest.

After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman...until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room. He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there. I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.

This morning I was a businesswoman with no plans to marry, but that didn't matter to him. He decided tonight was my wedding night, so it was. All he let me choose was the dress he would tear off me later. When he threw me on the bed, I told him I'd never be his no matter how he made me scream. He just smiled. The kind of smile that said this was going to hurt and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. Then he bent down and whispered something in my ear that shook me to my core.

Dean Waterhouse was supposed to be a job. Get in. Get married. Take his money and get out. But he came after me. Now, I'm bound to his bed, about to learn what happens to naughty girls who play games. The man who put his ring on my finger was gentle. The man who tracked me down is not.

I've watched over this world for millennia. Now the time has come to protect it....

"Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt". Only a ruthless bastard would make an innocent virgin say those words when she came to him desperate for help, then savor every quiver of her voice as she begs for something so shameful. I didn't even hesitate. I made Keri Esposito's problems go away. Then I made her call me daddy. The image of that little bottom bare over my lap was more than I could resist, and the thought of her kneeling naked at my feet to thank me properly afterwards left me as hard as I've ever been.

Naked, bound, and helplessly on display, my arousal drips down my bare thighs and pools at my feet as the entire city watches, waiting for the inevitable. I'm going into heat, and they know it. Someone took what I felt was mine and I tried to get revenge, but I was caught, and now I'm about to be punished so shamefully I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look anyone in the eye again.

Caitlin McCormick is used to doing as she pleases, but that's about to change. She's sitting on a bright red bottom because I promised her father I would look out for her. She's in my private jet on her way back to Boston with me because she needs something more—a daddy. One who will spank her when she's been naughty, then pin her to the wall and take what is his. What really makes her blush isn't that I didn't give her a choice. It's that we both know she didn't want one.

The moment I saw Natasha Page standing at the altar, waiting for a fiancé whose lies had already cost him his life and put hers in danger, I knew she would be speaking her vows today after all. To me. I could have claimed her that night, ravaging her quivering virgin body as brutally as my lust demanded. But I made her beg before I tore off that beautiful dress and took what belonged to me. Because I don't just want her vows. I want her heart.

As Cami Davis stands in front of me in her nightgown, cheeks blushing and voice quavering, I know what she's come to ask me even before she can muster the courage to speak the words.

When Shane Kavanagh waltzed into the Murphy pub as if he owned the place, what set my heart racing wasn't his brash arrogance, his obnoxiously gorgeous eyes, or his scolding yet sexy tone. It wasn't even him promising to spank me and then ravage me the way no man has ever dared. It was how he made me feel like a naughty little girl and a blushing virgin when I was neither. I'm the daughter of a powerful Irish mafia family and he's the boss of a rival organization, but when he rides me with his belt tight around my throat it doesn't make me want to call a hitman.

When she blew off my offer to help rescue her sister, Natalia Kotova learned the hard way that defying an alpha shifter will get you spanked until you are sobbing, then mounted and rutted. But she's not bound to my bed with her dress and panties in shreds and every hole sore just because she needed a shameful lesson in manners from the most powerful mob boss in the city. She's here because she's my mate.

They found her. They took her. Now they will claim her. When I left Earth behind to become a Celestial Mate, I was promised a perfect match. But four Vakarrans decided they wanted me, and Vakarrans don't ask for what they want, they take it. These fearsome, savagely sexy alien warriors don't care what some computer program thinks would be best for me. They've claimed me as their mate, and soon they will claim my body.

When the scheming of her father's political enemies makes it impossible to continue hiding the fact that she is an unauthorized third child, 20-year-old Isabella Bedard is sent to a detainment facility in deep space where she will be prepared for her new life as an alien's bride. Her situation is made far worse after some ill-advised mischief forces the strict warden to ensure that she is sold as quickly as possible, and before she knows it, Isabella is standing naked before two huge, roughly handsome alien men, helpless and utterly on display for their inspection.