They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

He doesn't play by the rules. He makes them. The first time Dimitrios Nomikos made me scream his name, I'd run from him and he'd caught me, bared me, and spanked my ass bright red. The second time I was bound to his bed, naked and helpless as this billionaire Greek mafia kingpin who's known me since I was a little girl flipped me over and took me in the most shameful way possible. But I won't be running from him again tonight. Because today he made me his wife. Publisher's Note: The Boss is the first book in the Vengeful Empire series but can be read as a standalone.

From the moment my twin sister set her eyes on Matteo, she decided he was the one. We were just kids, but that didn’t matter to her. In her heart, she believed they were destined to be together. So when their arranged engagement was announced, no one was surprised. At least, that’s what I thought. But lately, something had felt off. Wherever I went, Matteo was there. Lurking in the dark, concealed in the shadows, always watching.

Semyon Kopolov. Gorgeous and formidable. My childhood crush and brother’s best friend. They call him the Ice King—cold, ruthless, unforgiving. He’s the reason my mother’s dead. Now he’s my husband. Once he was my protector. The boy who carried me when I fell and swore to shield me from monsters. Until he became one.

When Caroline Randall showed up at my door with the Italian mob after her and nowhere else to go, I took her in. Then I took off my belt and taught her what happens to naughty girls who get themselves in over their heads and need their best friend's dad to bail them out.

In my world, I take what I want. Even her. I'm her godfather. I shouldn't be pushing her down to her knees and making use of that sassy mouth, let alone tearing her clothes off, belting her bare ass, and then ravaging her virgin body as she screams my name. But I'll do all of that and much more as I teach her what it means to belong to a man like me. Because I can. Because she's mine.

Until today I knew Nico Marciano only as my godfather, the man who provided for me since my father's death when I was a little girl. But when I witnessed a brutal mob killing and my life was put in danger, I quickly discovered that he's also one of the most powerful mafia dons in Sicily.

Kane Romano is the most handsome, powerful man I’ve ever met. He’s also the man holding me captive. My asshole of a step-dad found himself on the wrong side of the mafia, and then offered me up in exchange for his life. How does he have the right? I’m 18 years old, and my step-dad doesn’t own me. The problem is, Kane Romano agrees. Everyone knows you don't fight with a Romano, unless you want to end up in an unmarked grave. I should be scared, but every time I look into those dark eyes, I feel safe and protected.

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

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.

I’ll burn Chicago to the ground before I let her marry a Volkov. Maeve Callaghan is my forbidden obsession. The reason I left for Europe three years ago. We were on the edge of crossing a line that could get us killed. Now I’m back and my desire returns with a vengeance. When my boss announces her engagement to a Russian, I know I’d die before I let her marry him. Maeve flees, taking the decision from my hands. Her father makes the grave mistake of sending me to retrieve her. I’ll betray the clan for her, hell, I’d die for her. Maeve doesn’t know the monster behind the man.

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

This isn't the first time I've imagined tearing Jenna's clothes off and reddening her ass with my belt, then pinning her to the bed and taking her so roughly she can't help screaming my name. But it's the first time it's about to really happen. Teaching my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend all the ways a billionaire mobster can make a girl like her blush and beg and come would have been over the line even for me.

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.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.

He doesn't play by the rules. He makes them. The first time Dimitrios Nomikos made me scream his name, I'd run from him and he'd caught me, bared me, and spanked my ass bright red. The second time I was bound to his bed, naked and helpless as this billionaire Greek mafia kingpin who's known me since I was a little girl flipped me over and took me in the most shameful way possible. But I won't be running from him again tonight. Because today he made me his wife. Publisher's Note: The Boss is the first book in the Vengeful Empire series but can be read as a standalone.

They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

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....

Until today I knew Nico Marciano only as my godfather, the man who provided for me since my father's death when I was a little girl. But when I witnessed a brutal mob killing and my life was put in danger, I quickly discovered that he's also one of the most powerful mafia dons in Sicily.

If you're forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he's about to take what he wants, and you'll give it to him...even if it's your body. I got caught snooping where I didn't belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn't refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought-and-paid-for cops take me to jail.

Deceitful. Arrogant. Cold. Those are the three perfect words to sum up my husband to be. After little deliberation, my parents decide Isiah Darcy is the perfect suitor. He’s rich, British, and the perfect ally for the Benedetto family business. I can’t stand him, but they don’t care what I want. He’s stuck up and has little respect for women. Once we’re married, he makes it painfully clear I have no rights. I’m nothing more than a puppet. A way for him to get what he’s always wanted. Revenge on my family for something that happened years ago. My husband wants to tear my family apart.

The Court Jester marks his targets with a ribbon. That's how I find out I'm next. The moment that band of scarlet fabric appears on my pillow, I know it's a promise—a bad omen delivered by someone wicked. He's powerful. He's sinful. They whisper about him in the castle's shadowed halls. Everyone fears his devilish tongue, yet everyone desires his heated touch. With each seductive temptation, I fall under the jester's spell. With every forbidden moment, he ignites a fire that I've never known before. But the jester is guarding a treasonous secret. And becoming his obsession is dangerous.

Gideon York is one of the most famous queer men in the world, but since his very public sex scandal, he’s on the verge of being permanently cancelled. Up for three Grammys this year, he needs to get through his six-week European tour without further incident or bad press. That’s where I come in. Call me his security detail, bodyguard, babysitter, or handler—I’ve been hired to keep him within my line of sight and out of trouble until the award ceremony. Should be a cakewalk.

When Caroline Randall showed up at my door with the Italian mob after her and nowhere else to go, I took her in. Then I took off my belt and taught her what happens to naughty girls who get themselves in over their heads and need their best friend's dad to bail them out.

She began as my obsession. I made her my possession. As the oldest brother of the most brutal crime family in Chicago, whatever I want is mine to take. Including her. The first time I heard Emily Martin play, the strains of her cello soothed the beast inside in a way nothing ever has before. With a single look at her angelic face, she became my obsession, and from that moment on, I knew nothing would keep me from making her mine and mine alone. But taking her captive wasn't enough. I needed her complete submission.

I thought I wanted the boy next door, until I figured out his dad is one of the real men I crave. Maybe it’s revenge. Maybe desires can only be repressed for so long. Maybe my brain is just a scrambled mess since my boyfriend cheated on me. This is the same boyfriend who’d insisted we wait until marriage, much to my dismay. The only thing that’s clear is that I’ve waited too long to be with a man, and now I want two of them… My ex’s dad and his friend, whose name I don’t even know. Does that mean I’m wired wrong? Maybe.

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’ll burn Chicago to the ground before I let her marry a Volkov. Maeve Callaghan is my forbidden obsession. The reason I left for Europe three years ago. We were on the edge of crossing a line that could get us killed. Now I’m back and my desire returns with a vengeance. When my boss announces her engagement to a Russian, I know I’d die before I let her marry him. Maeve flees, taking the decision from my hands. Her father makes the grave mistake of sending me to retrieve her. I’ll betray the clan for her, hell, I’d die for her. Maeve doesn’t know the monster behind the man.

On a dark, stormy night, a stranger stripped me bare in my own hotel room, spanked my ass red, and then pinned me to the bed and turned my most shameful fantasies into raw, filthy reality.

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.