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In his world, disloyalty is punished.

When Serena Ricci fell in love with a mafia bad boy, she knew what she was getting herself into. A man like Luca Morretti expects loyalty, but when she took a risk and it ended with the cops busting in, she let him take the fall. Now he's out of prison, and it's time for her to pay the price.

She will be stripped bare, punished thoroughly, and used in the most shameful ways imaginable. First she will beg for mercy and forgiveness, but before he is finished she will beg for more.

Luca stared down at Serena—wet, mud-caked, and flushed from her climax, she was more beautiful than he even remembered. His cock was still rigid despite just coming spectacularly and so hard.

She was panting, her hair sloppy with mud, her cheeks wet and lips swollen from their kisses.

“Apologize,” he said, cupping her chin.

“For what?”

Annoyance surged within him. “For running away while I was in the shower, what the hell do you think?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, I won’t apologize. You’re holding me against my will. Luca. What do you expect me to do?” She was as breathless as he was.

For the first time Luca noticed the rain beating down on his bare back. It was sharp and cold, perhaps it was hail now. “I expect you to do as I tell you.” He gripped her chin. “You’re mine.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Ten seconds ago you seemed pretty damn happy to be mine.” Her cries of delight still rang in his ears.

She glared up at him, her mouth a tight, stubborn line.

“Apologize,” he ground out.

“No.”

He gritted his teeth. “I’ll have the word sorry from your lips if it’s the last fucking thing I do today.”

He withdrew, his flesh hot despite the stormy wet weather. In a second he was on his feet, the sloppy ground squelching beneath his bare feet. He tucked himself away then reached for her.

“I don’t need your help.” She was wriggling into her jeans.

“Tough. You’ve got it.” He dragged her up, but didn’t let her stay on her feet. He swung her into his arms and held her against his chest.

“Oh!” She looped her arms around his neck. “I can walk.”

“No. This way I know where you are.” Her soaking sweater squashed against his chest. “You’re slippery in more ways than one.”

She scowled. Rain was running down her cheeks like tears. “My bag.” She nodded over his left shoulder. “I need my bag.”

“Why? What’s in it?”

She hesitated, then. “Girl stuff, Luca. You really want me to spell it out?”

He grunted then marched to the bag. Holding her close, he stooped and picked it up from a patch of grass. “Here.” He shoved it onto her belly.

She clutched it tight and seemed to sag against him.

Luca tutted, then set off in the direction of the cottage. It hadn’t seemed so far when he’d been running. But now it was a small square seemingly miles away.

Damn it, the woman had managed to put some distance between them. How could he ever trust her again?

The thought that he wouldn’t be able to was like swallowing nails. It hurt then lay heavy in his belly. If he’d been told a year ago that she’d treat him like this, that she’d try to leave him, he’d never have believed it.

But here they were.

In this damn awful situation.

And the only thing he could do about it was try to fuck and spank this nonsense out of her.

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London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.

So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.

As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.

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We sat out in the near darkness with bowls of strawberries and meringue—the sugar was extra sweet, the strawberries bursting with ripeness. It was as though my senses had been heightened, increased. It was a lovely feeling. An owl hooted nearby and the sound vibrated through my chest the way Jane’s laughter tinkled into my ears. I stole a look at Teresa; her lips were the colour of the berry she was sucking, her hair the yellow of corn fields. Her gaze caught mine, and she smiled then tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she looked at my chest, contained once more in my green vest top. 

“How about a midnight swim?” Matt said, clattering his spoon into his empty bowl. 

“Sounds good,” Carl agreed, swigging from a stubby bottle of beer. “As long as the girls agree to skinny dip.” 

“You’re so predictable, Carl.” Jane laughed. 

“I can’t help it. There’s something about the way naked bodies look in the water at night. The pool lights make them shimmer and glow. It really appeals to me.” 

“I’m with you on that,” Tim said, nodding at the perfectly flat pool pierced by white spot lights just below the surface. “But it’s only really fair if everyone’s naked, don’t you think?” 

“Yes,” said Teresa, “and Carl knows that’s the rule. He just tries to get out of it.”

“No, I don’t.” Carl looked indignant.

Matt laughed, then, “Come on, let’s just get in.” He pushed up from the table and strode towards the water. As he walked, he shoved down his swim shorts and stepped out of them without breaking his stride. He raised his hands, bounced on his toes and did a perfect, straight dive into the deep end. 

“Do you think we should swim so soon after eating?” I worried, watching him surface and flick his blond hair to the side. 

“It’s been a while since the BBQ,” Tim said, leaning into me. “And a few strawberries and a bit of meringue is hardly going to weigh you down.”

“I suppose,” I said. 

“It’ll be fine,” Jane said. “We’ll go in together. You coming, Teresa?”

Teresa stood. “Would be rude not to.”

I stood with them, and as they began to peel off clothes, I slipped out of mine. I didn’t feel self-conscious about being naked around Tim, Jane or even Teresa, but Matt and Carl…that made me cross my arms over my chest and flatten a palm over my pubes as I scurried through the cooling air to the pool. 

Jane leapt in like a bomb. The men laughed and clapped as she surfaced, her hair flattened behind her and her long lashes heavy with drips. She swam to the side and grabbed Tim’s ankle. He was still in his shorts, but her unexpected yank caught him off guard and he toppled in with a surprised shout. 

“Are we jumping in or doing it the slow way?” Teresa asked, reaching for the hand at my chest. 

“Er…let’s jump.”

“Okay.” She pulled me to the edge and tugged me into the air.

I caught my breath as the water enveloped me. It roared in my ears, filled my eyes and embraced my nakedness. Reaching for the surface, I let go of Teresa’s hand and kicked out. Water invaded my pussy, cool and tickly. It lapped around my breasts as I gulped in a mouthful of air and spotted the first star in the distance. 

A thick arm locked around my waist. 

“Hey, shy girl,” Matt rumbled into my ear. He pulled me against his body, the smooth skin on his chest gliding against my back as his concrete hard thigh pressed against the length of my leg. I realised I didn’t need to swim any more. Matt being so much taller meant he could reach the floor of the pool quite easily and he was holding me up. 

“I’m not shy,” I huffed, though why I felt so indignant I had no idea.

“Mmm,” he said. “Wanna prove it?”
He pulled me all the closer and his thick erection lodged between my butt cheeks.

My heart raced. “What did you have in mind?” I said in a voice that sounded husky even to my own ears. I couldn’t quite believe the way my weekend was going—not that I was complaining. 

“Me and you,” he said in a gravelled voice. “Tim, too. It’s a long time since he’s shared anything with me. He’s well overdue.” 

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“Mmm, I guess.” He tugged her under the shower and wrapped his arms around her. His cock was thickening once more. “I wanna make your ass red?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I want you over my knee, my palm meeting your ass, until it glows and you’re so turned on you hardly know where you stop and I begin.”

She stared into his eyes, the image of her on his lap, ass offered up, was a sudden and vivid one. It wasn’t unpleasant. “And you want me begging for it, right?”

“Yeah, I like it when you beg for my cock.”

She hesitated for a moment. “So do it?”

“What?” He tucked her hair behind her ears.

“You know what. Make my ass red if that’ll turn you on.”

“It’ll turn you on, too.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“God, it’s so hot that you haven’t done this stuff before.” He cupped her cheeks. “I feel privileged.”

“So you should.”

He gave her ass a fast swat and grinned. “Get outta here and into the bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir.” She stepped from the shower.

He groaned and held his cock. “Fuck, if you start all that Sir shit I’m not gonna be safe to be around.”

“You should’ve guessed already that I’m not the type of girl to play safe.” She reached for a fluffy black towel and wrapped it around herself. “Maybe I like a little danger.”

“Nah, you don’t.” He winked. “Not yet, baby.”

She pushed her hair from her face, then used another towel to rid it of the drips.

In an instant, she was upside down, staring at his naked ass and scrabbling to hold onto something. “Roper,” she said on a gasp as air rushed from her lungs.

He’d upended her over his shoulder and was marching to the bedroom like a man possessed.

She landed on the bed, bounced, and lost the towel that had been wrapped around her torso.

“Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting his lap. His expression had turned serious, his eyes dark.

For a moment, she wavered. It seemed such a vulnerable position to be in, almost child-like. Isn’t that what happened to naughty kids—they got spanked?

“This is gonna be so fucking sexy you won’t believe,” he said, reaching for her hands. “Empty your mind of pre-conceived ideas. This is all about us, how you feel, how I feel. Nothing else matters.”

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“Hundred what?” Serena asked. Her arms were still locked above her. She tugged them but Luca held them tight in just one of his hands.

“First hundred spanks, for being all over the hit like a damn rash and then telling the police you were a woman who gets paid to have sex. There were a hundred other things you could have said. Seeing that, hearing that, as I took the rap for a job gone wrong was like adding salt to a wound. And you said it so damn fast, not a moment of hesitation, as if you enjoyed the look on their faces. So yes, a hundred spanks is your punishment.”

“Hundred spanks.” Her mouth fell open even though she was fighting for breath. “Are you mad?”

“Si, real mad, and you’re about to find out just how much.” He released her wrists and in one fast movement yanked at her blouse. Buttons flew to the left and right, clattering on the wooden floor. Cool air washed over her chest and her nipples tingled and tightened behind her bra.

“You need to be naked, Serena.” He pulled again, material ripped, and then the blouse was gone. Next her bra, a front-fastening style, was also on the floor.

She went to cover her breasts but he yanked her hands away and held her wrists.

Exposed and vulnerable, a shiver tickled over her flesh and her belly clenched. Heat traveled lower, to her pussy, and a deep hum of arousal flickered to life. But she didn’t want to be aroused. Luca was going to spank her. He was stripping her naked to punish her.

“What’s the point in trying to cover yourself?” His eyes glinted with steely determination as he gripped her wrists. “I’ve seen it all before. Many times.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.

“But not like this.” She pressed her thighs together. “Not in anger.”

His intense gaze, his fast, shallow breaths told her he was still affected by the sight of her. A glance lower told her his cock liked the view too.

“Don’t bother arguing, Serena, it will get you nowhere. I’ve had months planning your punishment, don’t forget. Hours and hours pacing a cell working out every detail of how I’d make you sorry for what you’d done.”

Trepidation shot through her as she imagined him brooding in the dead of the night, his imagination coming up with goodness only knew. He was an expert lover, fighter, and dead accurate shot; she had no doubt he’d be an expert disciplinarian.

He stepped away, tugging her with him.

She stumbled and caught her foot on a table leg. “Ouch, Luca, please.”

He ignored her and sat. Then pulled her onto his lap, trapping her legs between both of his.

The room turned upside down; she squealed and flattened her palms on the floor, kicking up her heels. “Stop this, Luca.”

“No, you stop it. Complaining will earn you extra smacks of my hand.”

“You can’t spank me like this, I... oh...”

He dragged at her skirt; she was sure another button went flying. In an instant her bare ass was the highest point of her body. A shot of fear went up her spine. Luca was pure muscle, if he wanted to make her ass burn it wouldn’t take long. And a hundred swats of his palm—if that really was his intention—didn’t bear thinking about.

“Keep still, Serena. You’ve had this coming for a long time.”

“You brute. Let me go... now. My brother will skin you alive for this.”

“Diego will thank me for keeping you in order. You’ve behaved shamefully for a Ricci woman.”

Serena felt the air shift a fraction of a second before the first strike and gasped in a breath.

The flat of his palm connected with her tender flesh, a searing hard slap that sent a shockwave of pain over both her buttocks.

She cried out, jolting and twisting. Her clit rubbed on his leg.

“Count in your head or out loud, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m not counting, and you’re not doing that a hundred times, I... ow!”

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Two vampires are in love with me. Another wants to kill me!

Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because handsome, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.

But Aimery's friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?

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Ryle spanked me again and then again, fire spiked where his palm landed. But now instead of jolting away, I arched my back and bucked for more. Each connection was sending me higher and higher. I wanted it, no, I needed it. I’d never experienced a spanking. Damn, I’d been missing out. 

“Oh yeah, you’re ready for it, my beauty,” Ryle said. “So hot and full and ready.” 

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I whimpered at the loss. I was more turned on than I ever thought possible—I had to be fucked, properly, now. 

Ryle was over me, talking into my ear, his hairless, cool chest pressing against my shoulders. “This is such a momentous occasion, my first time entering you. There will be so many more times, after this. We’re going to have so much fun together.” 

His words rattled happily around my mind. I was completely intoxicated by him, by the heat in my pussy and on my rump. It was like being drunk, craving more alcohol and being prepared to go to any length to get it. I writhed and wriggled, searched desperately for sensation, for penetration. 

He eased just the tip of his cock into me. I kept my attention on Aimery as Ryle steadied me and grasped my hips. 

Aimery was unblinking. He sported a thick mound in his pants. The material strained and the zipper looked ready to burst. 

Ryle plunged balls-deep. “Ah, yeah, fucking hell, yeah,” he shouted, his booming voice echoing around the room. “You’re so hot in here.” 

I grunted as I was thoroughly filled, the simmering tightness in my pussy struggling to accept the invasion. 

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Just when I thought the pain was over he gave me more. I groaned, opening my mind to whatever he wanted to do to me. Ryle was in control of my body and it seemed he knew more than I did what I wanted. I was happy to let him have his way; it was a journey soaked in ecstasy. 

“That’s it, Beatrice. You are doing so well,” Aimery said. “You should be quick, Ryle, she is on the edge.” 

He was right. I was on the edge. Pure delight was pouring through me, thick and viscous. A fountain of ecstasy was welling up, preparing to spill over. It was so powerful, so beautiful, I wasn’t sure if I would survive it when it came. 

Ryle was kissing my nape, his breaths cold and hard on the back of my neck. A sudden sharp pain had me calling out. He was drawing my skin into his mouth and there were two points of boiling sharpness, like scalding needles pressing into me. 

That red-hot pain, combined with the blistering heat in my pussy, released my orgasm. It was effortless but at the same time hard, fast and furious. I battled to keep my eyes open, succeeded and stared at Aimery—watching him watching me. Ryle had filled me so exquisitely and bombarded me with new sensations. My body had been flung into a hundred different directions and I adored them all. The pain in my neck, his bite, suddenly lifted and the heat abated. 

“Ah, ah, yeah…” Ryle yelled. 

He swelled inside me. His cock tensed against the walls of my pussy and then he came with a wild cry. 

I was convulsing, shaking through exquisite pleasure as he poured his seed into me. The bursts of semen were cold and I pulsed and pumped around him, squeezing out every sensation I could from the most wondrous bliss to the most tortured pain. 

“Beautiful,” Aimery said, naked awe in his voice as he flattened his palm over his cock and pressed. “Beatrice, you really are so giving, you’re something else.” 

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