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When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.

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.

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.

He was the darkness to my light, a twisted forbidden fruit. Stalker. Sinner. Dominator. He created reality from dark and sensual nightmares. Yet I craved them. And I hungered for him. Xander Blackwell was all things dangerous and possessive, requiring me to surrender. Demanding I submit to every brutal command. While the passion was savagely intense, his discipline without remorse, his touch and uncontrollable sadistic desire peeled away every layer, exposing the wanton and subversive woman within.

I knew one taste of her would never be enough. So I made her mine. As the head of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago, I can buy anything I want. But this beautiful ballerina whose innocence soothes the savage beast within me isn't for sale. She'll still be mine. Helpless and vulnerable, my sweetest possession will dance over my knee as I paint her bare ass a delicious shade of pink, then writhe and moan and beg as she comes for me again and again.

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.

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'd sworn off men completely, determined to make a name for myself in the culinary world. Yet Hunter Fox who was part owner of the resort and in charge of the restaurants disagreed with every decision I made. Vehemently.

He would have broken the rules for me. But he makes them. The first time Sebastian Winfield left me well-used and sore, I didn't know his name, let alone that he was a powerful billionaire, a friend of my father's, and... My new boss. But none of that kept him from bending me over his desk and spanking my bare ass until I promised to be a good girl.

I tried to put one man in prison. Then three men took me hostage. I knew going after one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the world would be dangerous, but I didn't anticipate being dragged from my apartment already sore, sorry, and shamefully used. My captors don't just plan to teach me a lesson and then let me go. They plan to share me, punish me, and claim me so ruthlessly I'll be screaming my submission into the sheets long before they're through with me. They took me as a hostage, but they'll keep me as theirs.

He took me in off the street. Then he took me as his. Kraven Sokolov isn't the kind of man who tolerates being stolen from, even when it's just a girl who's been living out of her car hoping to get away with a quick dine and dash at his restaurant. By the time my punishment was over, I was on my knees with my bare ass bright red and arousal dripping down my thighs as I showed this infamous Bratva Pakhan how good of a girl I could be. Then he took me home with him, and every caress and climax made the truth more apparent.

Havros Nomikos was a dark mafia prince with chilling green eyes and a tattooed body meant of sin. Power and possession were his trademarks, brutal in every way. After an unexpected night of unbridled passion, I discovered he was the subject of my explosive expose. I also learned his soul was as black as his heart. Although I promised myself the one night would never happen again, he wasn't taking no for an answer. He craved control, bending my body to his will.

Before he took me captive, I was already his. I knew better than to get mixed up with a billionaire Greek mafia kingpin, but Christos Nomikos didn't give me a choice. Not when he carried me off to his estate for my protection, not when he belted my bare ass for running away, and not when he made me come harder than I ever have in my life for him. But as he pushes me down over the back of his couch to take me the only way he hasn't yet, I can't deny the shameful truth. Even if I had a choice, I'd still be his.

Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She's just the first I let live. Now, she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson. She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: She never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.

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.

When Sara Adams waltzed into my office for an interview, she didn't know I was an heir to the most ruthless crime family in Chicago... and she definitely didn't expect to leave with her ass burning and arousal dripping down her thighs after I ravaged her right there over my desk. But she still took everything I gave her like a good girl, then took the position I offered. Not that it would have mattered if she hadn't.

By the time I knew the beautiful little firecracker who snuck into one of my clubs was my best friend's daughter, I'd already reddened her bare ass with my belt and ravaged her thoroughly. But now that I've claimed her, I'm keeping her. Forbidden fruit just tastes sweeter...

In the Marines they called me Big Rig. She'll just call me sir. Alexis Harding is used to telling men exactly what she thinks, but she's never had a roughneck like me as a boss before. On my rig, I make the rules and sassy little girls get stripped bare, bent over my desk, and taught their place, first with my belt and then in a much more shameful way. She'll be sore and sorry long before I'm done with her, but the arousal glistening on her thighs reveals the truth she would rather keep hidden. She needs it rough, and that's how she'll get it.

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.

I took her because I needed a hostage. I kept her because I wanted her. Francesca Alessandro was just meant to be collateral, held captive as a warning to her father, but then she tried to fight me. She ended up sore and soaked as I taught her a lesson with my belt and then screaming with every savage climax as I taught her to obey in a much more shameful way. She's mine now. Mine to keep. Mine to protect. Mine to use as hard and as often as I please.