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Bronson: A Mafia Billionaire Romance by Shanna Handel

I like nice things, but this time I’ve stolen from the wrong man.
He caught me red-handed, but he didn’t call the police.
He’s the kind of man who settles his own scores.
One stern look left me trembling… and then he took off his belt.

What should a big, bad man like me do with such a naughty little girl?
I only meant to teach her a lesson.
I didn’t plan to bring her into my world.
But now she’s mine… and I protect what’s mine.




Publisher’s Note: Bronson includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Shanna Handel

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 53,900 words


“Anything to say for yourself?”


“Let me have your phone.” He holds his hand out toward me.


“I want you to stare at it while I punish you.”

My cheeks burn and I hand him my phone.

He takes it, placing it on the desk before him. I have no idea what he has in store for me… what he will do to me to make me remember his rules.

He stands and walks around the desk. He stops next to me, his hands behind his back.

“Bend over this desk. Present yourself to me. Skirt up, panties down.”

I want to argue. Fight. Tell him no. Instead, I find myself standing. Taking a step toward the desk. Putting my fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulling them down beneath my skirt. I roll them till they are at my mid-thigh. I bend over the desk, then tug the skirt of my dress up and over my back.

I look to him and ask, “Like this?”

He gives me a sneer.

I turn and look at my phone. It’s in front of me on the desk. The light comes on and I see Peter’s unread text flashing at the top of the screen, but the words are too small for me to read them.

There are fingertips at the cleft of my ass. I turn around. “What are you doing?”

“Plugging your bottom,” he says.

I stand straight up. “What is that? What does that even mean?”

“Lay yourself back down.” His voice is cold. His tone, low.

I don’t want to obey him, but I do. I lie down over the desk. He lifts my skirt, putting it back into place.

His fingers return. I try to relax but I’ve never had anyone touch my bottom like this. His fingers are crawling, exploring. They are slick—he’s lubed them—and they press further between my ass cheeks.

His finger is on my bottom hole. I gasp. The jelly is cold and wet and my mind goes blank. I’m almost in shock as he forces his way past the rim of my ass.

Panic runs through me. My protest catches in my throat. His finger pushes past my tight entrance, right into my most taboo orifice. Shame, humiliation, curiosity, and pleasure spin into a tornado of emotions. Tears prick at the backs of my eyes as his finger slides in up to his first knuckle.

No one has ever touched me here. No one has even mentioned doing so.

Now, his finger slides out. There’s a cold metallic feeling thing pressing, wanting to go where his finger had been. My ass cheeks clench, trying to protect myself. For that I get a sharp slap on my bottom.


I obey, taking a deep breath and loosening my muscles.

“I’m going to slide this in. And you’re going to wear it the rest of your working day. I’m afraid you’ll be quite uncomfortable, but it will be an excellent reminder to you. Every time you feel the plug stretching, pulling, filling you, I want you to remember my rules.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

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