Orchestrated Corruption Series
Book One: Illicit Vows
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…
Book Two: Darkest Lies
I don’t belong in his world. He decided I belong with him anyway.
When the man who took me and my dog to the vet last night after an accident made me breakfast the next morning, I didn’t expect to end up bent over the counter for him to claim me roughly.
Or to discover that he’s a ruthless mafia boss.
But like it or not, I’ve been dragged into his world, and he doesn’t just plan to protect me.
He plans to keep me.
Book Three: Brutal Silence
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.
Book Four: Captured Sins
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 bare ass red if I disobeyed, but mostly I needed to know what it would feel like to rake my nails into his back as he ravaged me brutally.
By the time this ruthless crime boss was done with me, I wasn’t just sore and utterly spent.
I was his.
Book Five: Stolen Whispers
I was his to protect, not his to claim. He did both.
Donatello Giovanni may be my family’s most loyal enforcer, but when I ditched my protection detail and he was sent to track me down I thought the worst I could expect was a stern scolding.
What I got was his belt.
I may have been soaking wet when he was done, but if this infuriatingly sexy asshole thinks spanking my bare ass like a naughty little girl will be enough to tame me, he’s badly mistaken.
That’s why I left the country.
And why he came after me.