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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.
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.
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.
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis
1.0K·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.
The Wrong Wife For Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaimed
284·Aurelia'spen“Do you like seeing yourself like this, Genevieve?” He whispered, lips pressed to my ear while his brother railed into me. “Soaked, trembling, painted with our cum like a perfect canvass?” A whimper fell from my lips as I gripped onto the headboard of the bed, silk sheets siding off my front as Felix suddenly got in front of me. His hard cock glistening at the tip. “Open your mouth, Genevieve…let us please you.” —- Genevieve Carlisle thought losing her husband was the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong. Because divorce was only the beginning. After a tragic accident leaves her struggling with fractured memories, Genevieve finds herself caught between two men she can no longer understand. Elias Whitmore—her ex-husband, the man she spent years loving, the man who chose another woman over her and is now engaged to someone else. And Felix Whitmore—Elias’s identical twin brother. The cold, untouchable one. The brother everyone swears is incapable of love. The brother who watches her for a second too long. Touches her like she’s something precious. Looks at her as though she’s already his. To make Elias see what he’s lost, Genevieve agrees to a fake relationship with Felix. It should have been simple. A little revenge. A little pretending. A way to make her ex-husband regret walking away. Instead, she finds herself trapped between twin brothers who fight over everything except her. Because when it comes to Genevieve, neither man is willing to surrender. As her lost memories slowly return, so does a shocking truth. This isn’t the first time she’s been caught between the Whitmore twins. Somewhere in the past, long before the marriage, the divorce, and the lies, two brothers fell in love with the same girl. And the closer Genevieve gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to choose between the husband she thought was her future… and the brother who may have always been her destiny.
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 Sweet Little Poppy
6.0K·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.
Sexy Behind The Mask
9.0K·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?
Betrayed By My Husband, Claimed By His Hot Italian Boss
740·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.
Claimed By Ex's Rival Hockey Captain
945·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.
Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle
539·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.
Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas (18+)
7.0K·Debbie Star Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18. ~~~ Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle “Belle” Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she’s about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight. He saves her life… and then claims her as his. He takes her to his secluded cabin deep in the woods, refusing to let her leave until she’s “healed.” But the way his hands linger on her skin, the way he looks at her curves like she’s a meal he needs to taste, Belle starts to realize the wound he really wants to tend to is the one between her thighs. He’s dangerous. He’s dominant. He’s sexy. He’s everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a “hot werewolf boyfriend.” Now she’s trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.
Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)
32.0K·astarrThis book is a collection of wild erotic tales, adventures and fantasies ever written and compiled in one book! It's really satisfying and forbidden, naughty and lustful at it's finest and I must warn you, It's not your usual erotic book. Be very sure of getting the best mouth watering, thigh tingling steamy collections. These stories feature all the lusty, and most explicit action you could ever hope for. NB: All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities in this book are 18 years old or older. ............ Read more and enjoy....
Wanting My Step-Daddy
1.0K·anjaywritess"We should not be doing this." Julian groaned, trying to pull away but I grabbed on to him, pressing my burning body against his. "It's okay... No one has to know." I whispered, rubbing my lips against his neck and breathing in his scent. "What about your mother?" He muttered, an undercurrent of panic in his voice. "Forget about her." I muttered before slamming my lips on his, kissing him deeply. . . . She didn’t know the man she seduced was her new stepfather. He didn’t expect the girl in his bed to be his fiancée’s daughter. When Ivy Hart flees a charity event and ends up in the arms of a mysterious older man, it feels like the perfect escape. One night. No names. No rules. Until the next morning—when that same man walks into her mother’s mansion as the soon-to-be husband. Now caught in a forbidden spiral of lust, lies, and family secrets, Ivy must choose between exposing the truth… or surviving it. Some secrets should never be touched. But she already did.
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.
Moaning For The Wrong Brother!
1.0K·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.
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.
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+.
Make Me Yours, Daddy
783·Crimsontaless“ Keep your eyes open for me, princess. I want you to see how this pussy of yours is dripping with just my eyes on you. I want you to watch as I suck on this juicy pussy and I want you to look and never forget the way I am going to fuck you so hard and rough that you’ll no longer feel anything but me inside you. “ I had always thought that I had a problem. Not that I could not feel aroused but because I was always horny, my pussy always dripping for the very man I should never think of moaning to, my father’s Cousin, Tristan Desmond. I had many plans for the day, going out and getting drunk in a club since my parents were out of town but none included getting caught touching myself moaning Tristan’s name by the man I should call my uncle. I have always had this crush on him that made me wet and I ended up touching myself to his name. No one had ever gotten me this aroused, this wild the way he did without even knowing. Soon …., I had realized that this was more than just lust. It was Love. I was determined to be with him and I could be as selfish in love as I could get but what I did not know that ……. Tristan Desmond was not just a normal person who was my uncle. He had a dark past, too many secrets buried alive and he was a monster who ripped souls out of peoples bodies. He was not a good man but …. I craved him even more, and was determined to own his body and … his soul.
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed
51·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.”
