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.

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.

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.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

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.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

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.

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.

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.

Rule number one of Wall Street: don’t fall in love with your billionaire boss. I hate my boss. The Wall Street tycoon is a jerk. A world-class alpha-hole. Devastatingly handsome but terribly flawed. He goes through assistants like I go through vanilla lattes, and I need this job. But I went to school with bullies like him, so I’m not afraid. I hate my attraction to him. How sparks fly when we spar. The way he barks orders and dresses me down. I hate how I fantasize about him during and after work hours.

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.

Arrogant, dangerous, and unbelievably skilled with his tongue, Luka is a ruthless bratva boss who has a reputation for playing it fast and loose. And I've fallen right into his possessive hands. He might be exceedingly handsome and wealthy, but that doesn't forgive him for being a notorious criminal mastermind. Maybe I should've thought twice before crawling into bed with him. And perhaps it would've been wise to use protection instead of getting lost in his fierce gaze and perfect abs.

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.

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.

I’ve been alive for millennia and have yet to meet my fated mate. It’s not something I’ve ever cared about; my heart already belongs to another. Someone I can’t have. Someone who doesn’t want me. Now I know we’ll never be together. Unlike me, he’s found his fated mates. Two of them. That’s fine. As leader of the Seraphim, Heaven’s most elite unit of angels, I don’t have time for love.

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.

Maddox - The reason I rarely go home is three simple words: I'm a liar. When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became too much, I told her I was gay and then fled to New York like my ass was on fire. Now, five years later and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding. And I have to bring my boyfriend-the boyfriend who doesn't exist because I'm straight. At least, I think I am. Meeting the guy I'm bribing to be my boyfriend for the weekend makes me question everything about myself.

Edwin Lyon is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer. But that last part is no surprise. He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all. And I am so deep in debt that I couldn't see the surface if I tried. The kicker? He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.

I’m afraid. I want things—to escape, to run, to be caught, held down and…I’ve come here to find the thing to quench my most sensual fantasies. When I see him—I know. He’s brutal and made of stone. An artist with his hands who keeps everyone at arm’s length. He’s the one I want—I need.

Anthony Costello may be a vicious mafia boss with a penchant for violence and torture, but he’s also my best friend’s father and the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His buttoned-up demeanor and grumpy attitude only fuel my desire to take him apart. I live to push all his buttons. And though he says he’s straight, it seems Anthony may have a soft spot and possessive streak for this smart-mouthed twink. Because as war between rival gangs escalates, things between Anthony and I start to heat up. And I think I’d rather like to sit on the king’s lap to watch it all burn.