To Have Her

This collection contains 3 hot stories with obsessed alpha males who will do anything TO HAVE HER. Includes MY FIRST THEFT WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS; YOU'RE MINE, WIFE; and WANTING HIS STUDENT.

MY FIRST THEFT WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS

My first theft went a little like this...
I just wanted to steal one bag of chips. Instead, I end up stealing the heart of a handsome millionaire...

YOU'RE MINE, WIFE

When my wife serves me divorce papers, I lose my s**t.

But I'm going to remind her that she's mine. And she's going to stay with me till death do us part.

Whether she likes it or not.

***A sexy short story featuring an over-the-top alpha male who is beyond obsessed with his wife and is never going to let her go!***

Excerpt:

I say, "The next words coming out of that pretty little mouth better be 'I have come to my senses, dear husband, and I shall ask for a divorce no more.'"

"You're so stubborn."

"You haven't seen stubborn yet." My fingers twitch with the desire to tie her to the bed; I settle for wrapping my arms around her and putting my hand on the small of her back.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I'm exactly where I need to be." I kiss her shoulder, then sink my teeth into her skin, marking her with a love bite.

"You're the CEO. You shouldn't be playing hooky. Doesn't that set a bad example for your employees?"

"When you're the boss, you have the privilege of being able to tell people, 'Do as I say, not as I do.'"

WANTING HIS STUDENT

I shouldn't want her, but I do.

Alicia Liu is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, and I want to make her mine. But there's one problem.

She's my student.

Is that going to stop me from claiming her?

Not for long...

***A sweet and sexy short story with an obsessed alpha male, instalove, and a happy ending!***

Excerpt:

"Leave them," I bark. I'm going to give her some real food and going to give her a real bed to sleep on, not that crappy air mattress. I'm going to take care of her, not giving a d**n whether or not it's appropriate.

"But—"

Impatient, I seize her hand and drag her out of the room.

She shivers. "Are you going to report me to the staff?"

A frown comes onto my face. She thinks I'm going to tattle on her? Does she think I'm a heartless b*****d? Then again, I have been growling at her (albeit unintentionally). She is probably scared of me. "I'm not going to get you in trouble," I say, only half-growling this time.

"Um, then can you let go of my hand?"

I look at our intertwined hands, cursing mentally. Professors aren't supposed to touch their students, and we're definitely not supposed to hold their hands. Still, I don't want to let go of her.