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Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend
8.0K·Oguike QueenethAll her life, Brianna Fletcher had been running from dangerous men. But when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away. He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Will they be able to break all rules and find closure in each other's arms? ****************************** "Your pussy is dripping for me, begging for me to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped my skin and pulled me up to sink me down his length. “You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have been fantasizing about him since the beginning. “Y..yes,” I moaned.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
9.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Daddy One Shots
3.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
He Thought I'd Stay
2.0K·AnswerRyan slid the divorce papers across the desk like they were nothing. Like they were a napkin. A receipt. Something disposable. "Sign it," he said. "Just for show. To keep her interested." I looked down at the papers. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. My name. His name. Three years reduced to two lines of print. I gripped the hem of my dress and nodded. Then I picked up the pen and signed. Quietly. Cleanly. Without a single word. As I stepped out of his office, I heard his friend laugh from across the room. "God, she's too obedient. You think if you asked her to remarry you, she'd just... do it?" Ryan lit a cigarette. I heard the click of his lighter—that familiar sound I'd spent three years listening for in the dark. "Wanna bet?" "On what?" "One month." He exhaled. "She'll be at the courthouse, crying her eyes out, handing over that marriage certificate with both hands." A burst of laughter. "I'll take that bet. What's the prize?" "Drinks. All of them. For a month." More laughter. Someone said easy money. Someone else said she'll crawl back before two weeks. I stood in the hallway and didn't move. My phone buzzed. One new message. An unfamiliar number—but I knew who it was. We'd been talking for two years, always through different channels, always careful. 【You could just marry me instead. Is that so impossible?】 I stared at the words. Inside, Ryan's friends were still laughing. Still betting. Still so certain they knew exactly what I would do. I typed one word. 【Okay.】
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
2.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
My Vampire Lord Made Me Barren for His Mistress
1.0K·-My vampire lord said he didn't want children. For six years, he handed me "our private vintage" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need." Until our anniversary, when I followed the blood bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy with raven-black hair rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy." He texted me: "Still tied up at the council, love." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman. I pried open his study drawer. The medical report read: "Sanctified water compound—permanent fertility suppression." Every glass of wine was poison. My barrenness was his design. The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces. Ten days until the Blood Moon Conclave. Before every Elder and every vampire of consequence, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Lady can destroy.
No Roses Left to Burn
20.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Daddy's Little Princess
372·Crystal Pen Trigger warnings: 18+, contains BDSM, hardcore sex, Sub and mature content. "Crawl over, Claire. Crawl over, and get what you want, that is the least you can do for how hard I intend to fuck you.” ******************** Just like everyone else who ends up in college with their curiosity spiking up the ceiling, Claire's was no different from them. A text confirming her boyfriend was at a fraternity party making out had her racing out, until she met the one person she would have never expected to cross paths with. Under the influence of aphrodisiac, she had given herself to him, with no recollection of who he is or where he was from until fate brought them together. With her working in his startup firm as an assistant, and his claws deep in her, Jerald wasn't ready to let her go, and she wasn't ready to do so as well, not even when she found out he was her boyfriend's elder brother. He made her feel things she hadn't felt before, and touches her in places she wouldn't have expected was possible, what awaits them when it seems their luck had run out? And the world suddenly seems to be against them?
The Dying Bride
7.0K·HaleyElara Voss, a vampire and true Death’s attendant fated to return to the Underworld at 18, is overlooked by her clan—who believe her frail twin Celeste is the cursed one. Her centuries-old betrothal to Lucien Ashbourne is broken so he can wed Celeste, and Elara endures cruel penances to “bless” her sister. Dismissed when she warns of her own impending fate, Elara suffers betrayal from Lucien and her family until the Crimson Eclipse. As she succumbs and returns to the Underworld, Lucien realizes his mistake too late. In death, Elara embraces her role as Death’s attendant, while her family and Lucien face eternal punishment for their betrayal, and Elara finds freedom in her true destiny.
My Mafia Husband Betrayed Me for a Flower Girl
161·MoralesSeven years after my divorce from Dante Caruso, I ran into him in a flower shop. He was there buying flowers for his pregnant wife. I was only there because it was raining. After a few awkward seconds, we greeted each other like strangers, pretending there wasn’t a whole graveyard of hatred standing between us. Dante asked how I’d been all these years. I told him I was doing well. Then, just as we were about to part, he suddenly said— “Elena… you look different now.” I smiled, but I didn’t answer. There was nothing different about me. I just didn’t love him anymore.
The Mark That Alpha Gave His Mistress Became the Painting He Gifted Me
134·-I was the Luna publicly witnessed by the entire Pack, declared to bear his “one and only mark.” Three years later, I saw another Omega on social media, her pregnant belly cradled in her hands—and the permanent flame mark on her skin was identical to the painting in my living room that he once called “our future.” He told me it was duty, an alliance, an accidental heat gone out of control. But when the assembly hall collapsed, he hesitated for a single second between me and the pregnant woman—then ran to her. The night I formally rejected our bond and walked away carrying the true Alpha heir inside me, he finally realized he had destroyed the only bloodline that truly belonged to him—and by the time he dropped to his knees begging me to return, it was already too late. ……
The Mafia's Wife: Four Years Hidden, One Day's Escape
2.0K·-I tricked my mafia husband into signing our divorce papers—right in front of his mistress. For eight years, I was the Maynard family's ghost. Decoding enemy intel. Forging untraceable documents. Keeping their heir alive from the shadows. Then one bloody night turned me into Orion Maynard's wife. He called it a "strategic alliance." I was naive enough to call it destiny. Destiny, it turns out, has a cruel sense of humor. For four years, I warmed his bed, bled for his empire, and waited for a man who once pinned me against walls whispering, "You're mine, tesoro." Then Sabrina Rossi waltzed back from Paris—and I stopped existing. The night he held me close, drunk and desperate, he moaned her name against my lips. I finally understood: I was never his wife. Just a placeholder. So I did what shadows do best. I vanished on my own terms. First, I let sunflowers swallow the crescent moon on my collarbone—a foolish tribute to his promise that I was his eternal light. Then I tucked divorce papers between routine forms and handed him a pen. He scrawled his name without a second glance. Orion Maynard can keep his throne and his precious Sabrina. But when the most dangerous man in New York realizes his ghost is gone for good, he'll learn something new:Some women don't come back.
My Mafia Husband Broadcast My Assault for My Sister — I Left, and He Lost His Mind
76·Blakely SullivanOn the eve of my wedding, I was kidnapped by a rival family and my torture was streamed live across the global dark web. They didn’t use knives or guns; they ripped off my wedding dress, raped me, and used a special chemical to write words like “whore,” “slut,” and “prostitute” all over my body. When I was finally rescued, my naked body was covered in wounds, my dignity shattered, my mind completely broken. But my husband, the ruler of the East Coast underworld, Mafia Don Dante Vittorio, smashed the nearest camera with one punch and pressed the muzzle of a gun against another reporter’s forehead, silencing anyone who dared to speak about me. He pulled my trembling body tightly into his arms, his voice filled with raw fury as he swore a blood oath: “Alicia, my wife, don’t be afraid, the wedding goes on as planned, and every single person who hurt you will be hunted down, cut into pieces, and fed to the fish.” After we returned to the Vittorio estate, I accidentally overheard his conversation with his right-hand man, Luca: “Don, setting up a live stream of the Madam being violated… isn’t that going too far? Even if it’s for Valentina, there are less brutal ways to break Alicia mentally.” Dante let out a cold, dismissive laugh: “Only if she loses her mind can I control her openly, take over her father’s arms network and Swiss accounts, and make sure Valentina will never live in her shadow.” “I’ll give her the marriage she wants, the status a Mafia Queen deserves, my name, my power, my protection—isn’t that enough?” The man I trusted without question, the one I would have died to protect, was the very devil who pushed me into hell with his own hands. Dante Vittorio. You wanted me broken, disgraced, stripped of everything I had. But what you don’t know is… you also killed our unborn twins.
My Husband Humiliated Me with His Mistress—So I Destroyed Him Overnight
35·miaoTen years of marriage, and my husband moaned another woman's name in bed. His secretary showed up pregnant. My son ended up in the ER because of their negligence. Everyone said I'd never survive without him. Then I dropped the mask. I pulled out the evidence of his affair, the records proving his company ran on my family's money, and watched as the board voted him out. He lost everything. Now he and his mistress are on their knees, begging me to forgive them. I take my son's hand and walk away without looking back. From now on, I'm the only one steering my life.
Mafia：The Bloodstained Delivery Bed
983·Zeke BeltranI lay on the delivery bed in a private clinic, each contraction tearing through me like my body was being ripped apart.My husband, **Vincenzo Rossi**, held my hand, his eyes so tender they looked almost wet.“Just hang on a little longer, Camilla. We’re about to meet our baby.”I was drenched in sweat from the pain, but I still forced a smile at him.Then a nurse walked in holding a syringe. I thought it was the epidural.But Vincenzo suddenly let go of my hand and took a step back.The second the needle pierced my skin, I heard him say, “Sophia made it clear. She wants her child born first. Get the dosage right. She cannot go into labor until Sophia delivers.”I stared at him, eyes wide.He only glanced down at his watch.“Sophia is already six centimeters dilated. Just hold her off for two more hours.”I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight.But the drug had already rushed into my blood.The violent contractions in my belly were cut off all at once.Everything stopped.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
5.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
Horny Wives Revenge (erotica)
3.0K·astarrWARNING: STRICTLY FOR ADULTS ABOVE 21+..This book contains first hand accounts and stories of horny loving wives and their sluttiness, betrayal and revenge. It includes wild tales, adventures and fantasies of sexy wives ever written and compiled in one book! Get ready for some crazy pleasure here. Enjoy..
After Getting Married, I Discovered My Husband's Adopted Sister Was My Childhood Bully
21·miaoThree years into my marriage, I discovered that my husband Ryan's adopted sister, Chloe, was the girl who'd bullied me. I was seventeen when she tied me to a chair, held up a lit cigarette, smiled, and asked if I wanted to beg her—beg her to give me a prettier scar. I have over a dozen scars on my arms, large and small. They still haven't faded. Years later, she came home and told my husband that I was the one who'd bullied her. Ryan believed it. He looked at the scars on my body and saw nothing. He even shoved me down the stairs in front of her, his voice cold: "You did the same thing to her back then." He doesn't know Chloe is lying. But that's all right. Sooner or later, I'll make them both pay.
A Mafia Wife Does Not Forgive
7.0K·Z·NyraI never imagined my husband would let another woman touch the oath scar that only a wife is allowed to reach. When she leaned into him at the family dinner and bragged about “their secret night,” he actually smiled—and defended her. That was the moment I realized my marriage hadn’t broken; they had cut me out long ago. But they forgot one thing: in our world, a humiliated wife never walks away quietly. Vows can be betrayed, but someone always pays the price. And I will make sure he learns that betraying a mafia wife is the same as lighting the fuse to his own downfall.
Glory Deception
45·-Six years into our marriage, my husband always said he was too busy to come see me. So I decided to fly back and surprise him myself. But when I walked into the coffee shop he frequented the most, the cashier sneered and asked me, “Why are you harassing my boss’s husband?” For six years, I had been working on a classified NASA project, believing my husband was just as busy with his own work. Only now did I discover that he had already built another perfect family. Even more ridiculous—he had been using **my benefits** to support them all this time. When I exposed the truth, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threatened me: “Six years of your career—are you really willing to destroy it just to expose me?” Until the moment NASA Security and the FBI knocked on the door, the lie he had spent six years weaving finally collapsed.
