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.