I don't like boring stories, so I'll try not to bore you with mine. This is supposed to be my wedding night with the arrogant douchebag of a billionaire, Ryan Cole. Well, not like a real wedding night like I've always wanted, and hoped to have with my boyfriend—now ex boyfriend, Callum. Ryan Cole is sitting across from me. He's been silent since we got into the room, smoking a fat cigar and just looking at his new make-believe bride. What a title for a girl who was just waiting his table a week ago, walking around with shaky hands and tear stained cheeks. I'm not delving into the specifics of how I landed in this penthouse with a man with a body that looks like it was carved out of a rock and eyes so dark I can barely see the pupils. I just need you to know that at some point on this fake wedding night, I get pinned down under that rock hard body of Ryan Cole and get fucked so hard I totally forget I'm supposed to be a fake bride still mourning her stupid ex.

Blurb Warning: This story is full of raw obsession, brutal possession, and extremely explicit sex. If you do not like a ruthless man slowly breaking his woman until she drips, begs, and belongs only to him, stop reading now.*******Martinez Rinaldi is a ruthless mafia lord who only knows to kill those who cross him. Owing him a bad debt means crossing him, and he usually doesn't think twice about things like this. But when Cole, an irresponsible gambler who owes him a million dollars, offers one of his daughters to him in his desperation to save his life, Martinez takes the offer. Abigail should have been the bride. But when Rodah wakes up in the morning to find her older sister gone, she is left with no other option but to wear the wedding gown and get handed over to Martinez as his repayment and bride.Rodah swears to be his wife only on paper. To her, she is simply a repayment for the debt her father owed and nothing more. But that's not what Martinez Rinaldi wants. He wants a wife who comes to him naked and dripping, willing to take in the length of his cock her every single time. He won't stop until Rodah is that wife. She has to be the good little wife who wants to be fucked as much as he wants to fuck her.

“I will claim you, Ariselle, and you will not be able to do anything about it. I will make love to you every night and you will share my bed and make babies for me.” Alpha Caelan is every bit the arrogant dictator the world knows him to be. But I'm Ariselle, heir of the Ironcrest pack and the first female warrior in all the East. “I do not want a mate, and I do not want a master. Even if I wanted to be under a man, it would definitely not be an arrogant one like you, Alpha Caelan.” “Ariselle!” My father calls from the doorway. I turn to him. “The alliance must stand,” he says. “ Alpha Caelan is our hope of protection and you can't reject a commitment I entered into with his father. We have everything to lose!” I don't like seeing the fear in my father's eyes. But I am not going to cower. “I am not a piece of property to be claimed, father.” I say stubbornly. “And he will not take me back with him all because he wants to fulfill his dead father's last wish!” The room goes dead silent. My eyes move to Alpha Caelan. His eyes are dark. He takes a step towards me but I stand my ground, refusing to show fear. He's extremely huge. His frame almost covers mine. But I am a warrior and warriors don't run away from huge Alphas. He leans down, his fingers grabbing my chin, his breath on face. I can feel the heat pooling between my legs. “You've been mine since the day I agreed to come and claim you. It doesn't matter how long you try to fight it, Ariselle. Remember this when I'm buried deep inside you tonight.”

I found a cure for a rare brain tumor a year ago, but in my own home, I am still just the embarrassment who wears rags instead of silk. While my mother and stepsister obsess over guest lists and social standing, I spend my nights in a quiet lab, trying to save lives. I thought my future was set: more research, more bullying from my family, and eventually, a forced marriage.But Lyon came along. His mother is dying of the same tumor I had found a cure for, and he wouldn't leave my lab until I go with him. He is an Alpha shifter, a man with money and power that makes my family look like amateurs, and he didn't care about my protests before he carried me away.“Name your price, Doctor Christie Graves. I can give you anything you want as long as you save my mother.”But it's not ANYTHING I want. I want every inch of him. I want to know what making love would feel like. And with a man like Lyon.I should be ashamed of that. My job is supposed to be my only pleasure. Yet, when he tells me that there's a bond between us and he can't let me go, I'm ready to go on my knees and ask him to make love to me.