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Married To My Billionaire Nemesis
2.0K·Lavender Pen“No can do. I'm a changed man now. The only pussy I want is my wife's," I drawl. She practically sputters, invisible steam oozing from her ears. "Get your filthy hands off me," she snarls. I lean in, my lips grazing her earlobe. “Why? Afraid that I'm going to find out how much your body still yearns for mine?" I drawl, and she shivers, pressing her thighs together as I squeeze her hip lightly. … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive. Neither of us had a choice. Now we’re the perfect couple in public, and sworn enemies behind closed doors. And my new goal? Make Hayden Wolfe beg for a divorce. What started as late-night screaming matches explodes into hate filled kisses and touches that leaves me burning. Do I still hate him with every fiber of my being? Or am I already hopelessly, shamefully addicted to the man I promised to destroy? Warning: Mature content, intense bickering, mentions of dark themes such as psychological trauma, violence and emotional distress.
MY MASTERS
591.0K·Mercy kayFor as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits—or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown—possibly blond—hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Daddy's Sweet Little Poppy
7.0K·Sarafina MonroeWARNING: This book is insanely erotic. It contains BDSM themes, Dubcon themes and gangbang themes. The female lead is a little slut who's addicted to her step daddy's cock and will do anything he says to get him to fuck her, even if it means fucking other men he brings to her. That's how dirty this book is and Poppy Williams is Daddy's dirty girl. Read only if you're ready to get hot, wet and needy. **** "Push that ass up and take his cock like a good slut," Daddy groaned, watching his best friend push his cock in my pussy. I moan throwing my head back. "Does it feel good, my little vixen?" "Yes Daddy, oh yes it does," "Will he replace my cock then, Poppy? Does he feel as good as my cock?" I whimpered when Uncle Ian began pounding my pussy, gripping the rug under my knees as he fucked me hard. Daddy wrapped his hand around my neck, tightening it lightly. "Tell me, little slut," "No," I sobbed in pleasure. "No I want your cock, Daddy, only your cock." **** My name is Poppy Anderson and I'm Daddy's good girl. I get straight As, I never date boys, I volunteer at the kiddies center to make the world a better place and when mom's out of town, I get on my knees and take my step daddy's cock like his good little slut.
Claimed By My Best Friend's Biker Brother
16.0K·BONI“Before I decide to fuck that bratty mouth of yours, right here on the sand," He repeated, his voice thick and raspy with desire. “Get in the car, princess.” For twelve years, June has loved her best friend Gavin Powell, a sensational NHL rookie of the season. She’s anchored him through every high and low, keeping her heart under lock and key while he chased the spotlight and toxic women. When Gavin finally breaks up with his high-profile, manipulative girlfriend, June thinks this might finally be her moment to step out of the dark. But June’s life has a darker side, an inherited debt to pay the Knightside Riders, a ruthless biker gang that would go to dangerous lengths to get the money she owed. When the Knightside finally comes to collect, they don't just come for June, they attack while she’s with Gavin, shattering her illusion of safety and leaving Gavin broken and bloodied. That’s when Scott Powell, the president of the Hellfire riders comes in from the shadows. He is the older brother to Gavin and the literal opposite of his ‘golden boy’ persona. He sees right through June and suddenly has this possessive urge to claim her as his. Dragged into a world of leather, biker gangs, blood, and mafia power plays, June finds herself trapped between two brothers. One who is too oblivious to see the treasure right in front of him, and one who sees right through her, craving to possessively claim her as his own. CLAIMED BY MY BEST FRIEND’S BIKER BROTHER would leave you throbbing and craving for more. If you enjoy rides, then hop on and revv into a ride of your life.
Puck Bunny Stepbrother: Corrupt Me Slowly
2.0K·Karen Chilotam“Spread your legs and look at me, Bunny. I’m going to teach you exactly how it feels to be ruined, and you’re going to stay perfectly quiet so our parents downstairs don’t hear a single thing.” He was supposed to be completely off-limits. Instead, he became my most dangerous obsession. His name is Christian, but he's about to lead me straight to hell. When my mother remarried, I expected a lot of things—a new house, a new city, and a new stepbrother. What I didn’t expect was a gorgeous, arrogant star hockey player who was just as brutal on the ice as he was commanding and demanding behind closed doors. There is absolutely nothing saintly about him, and the things he wants to do to me would damn us both. I’ve always been the quiet, inexperienced one, hiding behind good grades and perfect behavior. But when a casual conversation about my lack of sexual experience turns into a reckless, heavy-breathing challenge, the boundaries between us completely blur. Christian offers to use his own body to teach me everything I don't know—about pleasure, about submission, and exactly how to handle a man who takes what he wants. It was supposed to be a hands-on education with strict rules: no feelings, no attachments, and absolutely nobody finds out. But as the lessons become more intense, sweaty, and addictive, the danger of getting caught isn't the only thing making my blood run hot. We’re playing a game that could ruin our family. The problem is, I’ve never been a faster learner.
MARRYING MY FATHER-IN-LAW
2.0K·MijalyEric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."
Betrayed By My Husband, Claimed By His Hot Italian Boss
1.0K·BoraOn the anniversary of our marriage, my husband suddenly announced that he wants an open marriage. At first, I was hurt and broken after finding out he had been cheating on me and that he had a mistress and kids. The idea of an open marriage was so bizarre at first. Well… that’s until I met the most gorgeous and sexiest man ever at the club. And he turned out to be… my cheating husband’s Italian boss… He is possessive. He doesn’t share. What's more, he takes whatever he wants and now, he wants me. And… I can’t resist him.
Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle
756·Josemary It was meant to be the happiest night of Layla’s life—her birthday, the moment she officially stepped into adulthood. Instead, she walked into a crowded nightclub and watched her boyfriend laugh, drink, and kiss another girl while the world looked on. Humiliation followed swiftly. Dragged into a cruel game of Truth or Dare, Layla became the night’s entertainment. When the bottle landed on her, the challenge sounded harmless enough: seven minutes in heaven with a man of her choice. Everyone expected her to choose him. She didn’t. Her gaze went to the man watching silently from the shadows—his uncle. The one man she was never supposed to want, yet couldn’t look away from. Seven minutes was all it took to spark something forbidden. Something dark. Something that refused to stay contained. When the night ended, nothing returned to normal. He became her obsession and most dangerous temptation. And Layla found herself willing to risk everything—family, reputation, even her own heart—for a man she was never meant to desire. This is a story of betrayal, passion, and the pull of a love that should never exist. Once caught in it, there is no turning back.
Sexy Behind The Mask
10.0K·Ellie WyntersShe hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you." By day, Joy and Grayson tear each other apart in conference rooms, fighting over risk assessments and shareholder value. By night, Honey and her mysterious Sir trade increasingly explicit text messages and calls, building toward their next Friday night encounter. She never tells him she's married. She will be divorced soon enough. As Honey's husband escalates from affair to threats, as Grayson's ex-fiancée spirals deeper into pills and revenge, their carefully separated worlds begin to collide. Her divorce gets ugly. His ex gets dangerous. And the truth about who they really are to each other threatens to destroy everything they've built in the dark. When corporate espionage, family secrets, and an unwanted pregnancy blow their lives apart, Honey and Grayson have to decide: Is what they have real enough to survive in the light? Or does it only work when they're wearing masks?
Claimed By Ex's Rival Hockey Captain
960·Author Rosa When Bailey Carter walked in on her boyfriend tangled in bed with someone else, she swore she was done with love, and with hockey players. Now, she is back in Michigan, working nights just to pay her grandmother’s hospital bills, trying to stitch her life back together one piece at a time. Then he walks in.Orion Hayes...the arrogant, infuriating captain of Michigan’s hockey team, and her ex’s biggest rival. He is cocky, ruthless and too damn gorgeous for his own good. When he saves her at a club being bullied, he offers her a deal she can’t refuse...pretend to be his girlfriend to get his family off his back, and he’ll make sure her grandmother gets the best care money can buy. But what starts as a fake relationship soon blurs into something dangerously real. Under the swagger and smirk, Orion isn’t who she thought he was.And the more he pulls her into his world, the harder it gets to remember why she should stay away. Her heart’s already been broken by one hockey player.Falling for another, especially her ex’s rival, might just be the biggest mistake of her life.
The Roommate (Roommates, #1)
49.0K·Kendall RyanThe last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a swift reality check. Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation. Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right? I’m holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in love with him. I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process, all the better. There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with Cannon. But once we start... I realize betting against him may have been the biggest mistake of my life. THE ROOM MATE is a full-length standalone romance.
All Yours, Daddies
111.0K·MirabellaThey were my brother’s best friends. The HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband fucked half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion, my dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much fucking hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three cocks. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. “Call us, Sarah. You’re ours now. To own, to fuck, to break…to love.” I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!
4.0K·N.KFor five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife—the woman who gave Shawn a kidney to save his life and received nothing but cold indifference and his family's contempt in return. Behind her dutiful-housewife mask hid the world's most feared cybersecurity genius and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed anyway. For love. For the family she still hoped they'd become. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. Shawn shoves his pregnant wife into the water to save his drowning mistress. Elara wakes in a hospital bed with an empty womb and nothing left to lose. When Shawn comes to discard her for the woman he chose, what he finds instead are five of the most powerful men alive, standing where his weeping wife used to be—Elara's brothers. The peasant is dead. The predator just woke up. Now Shawn's empire is bleeding out under a cyberattack no one can trace, and the man who threw her away can't stop chasing the woman he created. But Elara has already chosen a man who never made her prove she was worth keeping.
Daddy's Little Princess
3.0K·Satin sinnerI yelped, breath catching in my throat. “Shit—” “That’s for teasing me in the car,” he growled behind me. Another sharp smack landed. “And that’s for calling me that without permission.” “You like being punished, princess?” His hand slid to my throat, holding just enough pressure to make me gasp. “Or are you just desperate for attention?” I whimpered, barely able to speak. “Yes, Daddy. I like being punished.” “Say it.” “Yes, Daddy.” A groan ripped from his chest. “That’s my good girl.” My panties were soaked. His fingers brushed the lace and I almost came on the spot. I was shaking. Needy. His dominance was like a drug to me. “I’ll give you what you want,” he rasped, “but you follow my rules.” I nodded quickly, frantic. “Yes. Yes, Daddy. Anything.” CONTENT WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, POWER DYNAMICS, AGE–GAP RELATIONSHIPS, EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY, AND KINK(DADDY/LITTLE). READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+.
Forgive Me Father, for I Have Sinned
29.0K·Luna SadsRedemption was never the plan. God forgives, the devil doesn't. Anastasia Romanova took her vows to escape the sins of her bloodline. Obedience over desire, silence over truth, God over family. Returning to Moscow for her mother’s funeral is a penance she never asked for. The churchyard is heavy with snow, old ghosts, and the family that never wanted her. She intends to pray, mourn from a distance, and leave untouched. Then she meets him. Cold-eyed. Watchful. A man who carries violence as calmly as others carry faith. A man who looks at Ana not as a nun, not as a daughter, but as something already claimed. Kayne is her sister’s brother-in-law. A stranger with too much power and too much interest in her quiet suffering. He does not tempt her with words. He unsettles her with certainty. With the knowledge that vows can fracture, and devotion can rot into obsession. As grief dredges up buried truths and family secrets bleed into the open, Ana finds herself standing at the edge of everything she has denied: desire, rage, and a hunger that prayer cannot silence. Some sins are committed in secret. Others are carved into the soul. And forgiveness may be the most dangerous lie of all. When the devil decides to make the angel his, no one can stop him, not even God.
Moaning For The Wrong Brother!
2.0K·Xeeee“Does your boyfriend know his girlfriend out here taking his brother’s fingers and moaning his brother’s name like a slut?” Ronan’s voice was low and dangerous. “You are a bastard!” I cursed in a trembling tone, my legs quivering as he rolled his fingers deep inside my wet, dripping cunt, drilling me up in ways his brother has never. A smirk tugged at his lips. “And this bastard is the one fucking you in ways your boyfriend can never… right?” My walls clamped tightly around him, but I couldn’t speak. I could only lie there, shuddering and writhing as he fucked the juice out of my pussy, his other hand kneading my boobs, slapping, teasing, and pulling at every chance and that made me moan. “Can you feel it?” he breathed heavily, his gaze locked pleasurably on mine while he rolled his fingers harder. “Your cunt is wrapping around my fingers…begging and clamping like a needy slut! All for me.” “Fuck you!” I gasped, arching my back as he pushed deeper and harder while every thrust made my thighs quake, toes curling, pussy clenching uncontrollably. “Yes, that’s exactly what I will do. But tell me… does my brother fuck your pussy like this? Does he leave you trembling like this? Does he make you cry out under his touch?” Shame and pleasure tangled inside me, stealing my voice while tears of lust blurred my vision as he continued, his fingers curling just right and finding every spot that made me shiver. “Oh, God… Ronan…”My body trembled, my eyes rolled and every inch of me came alive with pleasure as he pushed me to the orgasm his brother never gave. * It shouldn’t have been him. It shouldn’t have been him touching me, fucking me, and making me moan in ways no one ever has. But it was. And now, nothing could end this dangerous affair. He was the wrong brother. Ronan Krain of the Hearthrobe family. He was Six foot five of reckless power. Cold, brooding, and untouchable. Yet the only one whose fingers could ruin me completely… the only one who knew exactly how to make me come undone. I should pull away. I should end this filthy game. But when he touches me… when he fills me…All I do is take him, moan his name like his good, bad slut, and beg for more, while my body remembers the brother I was supposed to love.
Tango With My Best Friend’s Brother
558·Golden-InkI've hated my best friend's brother since he got my sister fired 5 years ago. Rich, arrogant, god-complex. We don't speak. We don't look. We loathe. Then my best friend dies in a car crash. The will reading: She made me guardian of her 2-year-old daughter. And she made him co-guardian. One grief-stricken, whiskey-fueled night in the house we now share, loathing turns into something else. One mistake. Now he looks at me like I'm his to manage. His to command. His to keep. "We're raising her together. That means you don't date. You don't leave. You don't breathe without me knowing." My ex-boyfriend wants me back. He wants the kid. But the way the brother says mine... I'm not sure who he means anymore.
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed
145·Sunset.MAshley Kristoff spent years keeping her virginity for her childhood best friend Caleb, only to be fucked by his stepbrother in one night. Jeremías Cruz wants Ashley's submission and total obedience, not her love. To him, love is for people that crave for a happily ever after, and it's certainly not him. 90 Days. That's all he needs before his basketball break ends. 90 Days of her whole body, submission and endless moaning. But the closer Ashley gets to the bad boy that only cares about her body, the more she realises a truth that shatters her. She wants more than just sex from him, but it is something Jeremías despises more than anything. “No te amo, solo me obsesionó contigo, arcoiris.” “I do not love, I only obsess about you, rainbow.”
SEDUCING MY STEPBROTHERS
210·ANGELBLOSSOM⚠️Reader advisory: Mature content. This story contains explicit scenes, language, and forbidden romance. Recommended for 18+ readers who enjoy intense and explicit affectionate stories. __________________ I could feel his hot breath on my skin, it made me shiver. But somehow, I wasn't scared, I wanted more. He placed his hands on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him so that the warmth of his bare chest was hovering close. My ass pressed into him and I could feel his huge bulge grow between my ass cheeks. I adjusted my legs, closing them tighter because the space between them just kept getting hotter. “Skye…” his sweet dark monotone slipped into my ears like a magical chant casting spells to make me crave him more. And it was working. I pressed my legs tighter and… “SKYE!” Mom's voice cut sharply through the air. _________ I heard his voice whenever I dreamt, and would feel his fingers graze my skin. The way he looked at me, made my heart skip a beat and heated every part of my body even when I tried to fight the urge. He taunted me, whenever I was alone. Occupying my mind with sinful desires. He was my step-brother, I wasn't supposed to feel this way but I just couldn't help. And just when I was beginning to accept what I felt towards him, things only got worse as his older brother returned—the man with whom I had a one-night stand a few weeks before. In a family filled with secrets, lies, and hatred. How did I manage to let my feelings slip into the drama between my step-brothers?
Twisted Obsession: The Billionaire's Virgin Bride
14.0K·Floating Ink"Strip for me," he commanded, his ice-blue eyes devouring her. "Tonight, I take what's mine." I thought I knew betrayal when I caught my fiancé's balls-deep in another woman. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when that woman turned out to be my TWIN SISTER. But the real knife in my back? He was her boyfriend first. For eight months, she fed him every secret about me—my fears, my dreams, my insecurities—so he could seduce me, make me fall in love, and destroy me when it hurt the most. Why? Because she's always hated that I'm successful. That I'm respected. That people love me for who I am, not what I look like. So there I was—promoted, engaged, happy—walking into my fiancé's apartment to celebrate... only to find him f*cking my sister against the wall while she smirked at me over his shoulder. "Surprise, sister. He was always mine." I should've gone home. I should've cried. Should've been the victim they wanted me to be. Instead, I walked into the most exclusive bar in New York and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Dante Ashford. Billionaire. My ex-fiancé's boss. Sex personified. And currently getting pleasured by a beautiful blonde in the VIP lounge—while staring directly at ME. He said my name while another woman's mouth was on him. Then he dismissed her with one cold word: "Leave." When I demanded to know how he knew who I was, he smiled like the devil making a deal. "I know everything about you. Your cheating fiancé and backstabbing sister. I know exactly how to make them pay." His offer was simple: Marry me. Destroy them. I'll give you power, wealth, and revenge. My response shocked us both: "I'll marry you. But first... take my virginity. Tonight."
