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The Abandoned Daughter Returned Without Mercy

2.0K·Anna Shannel_Lin

Allison was framed, and they said she tried to kill her half-sister, so they sent her to an asylum. For three years she suffered all kinds of torture, and no one even bothered to check on her. Her own family called her mentally ill, but the truth was her mother betrayed her just to push her illegitimate daughter into the Rogers family and steal Allison’s identity. She had nothing left except an injured body. But a sudden encounter with the notorious mad dog of the Lopez family became her one advantage. She saved the crippled Jareth Taylor during an underground fight. Allison slowly walked toward the confused Jareth, who was sitting on the couch with his cane in his right hand. “Elite society calls you a mad dog, but Master Jareth is far more than that. You’re the craziest dog I’ve ever met. Still, I’m willing to become your bait in exchange for power.” Jareth chuckled, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “I take both body and soul as collateral. Would you be willing to crawl into my bed and warm my lonely nights?”

He Left Me at the Altar, So I Married His Mafia Uncle

7.0K·Julianna Navarro

Sienna Carlton already died once for loving the wrong man. So when her fiancé, Arnold Walsh, abandons her thirty minutes before their wedding to run to another woman, Sienna doesn't cry. She replaces the groom. With Arnold's uncle—Ronan Walsh, Boston's most feared Mafia boss. By the end of the day, Sienna has a new husband, a far more powerful name, and an entire family realizing too late that the woman they spent years taking for granted is no longer theirs to control. They thought Sienna would always forgive them. They were wrong.

Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}

81.0K·The Book Magician

Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.

Daddy One Shots

24.0K·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.

LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS

7.0K·Luciana Rielle

Warning: ⚠️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, filthy, taboo-soaked erotica that will ruin you for anything vanilla ever again. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Here, professors claim innocent throats in locked lecture halls. Mountain daddies split trembling girls open under star-drenched skies. Forbidden lovers choke on cock and cunt until mascara runs black and cum drips down shaking thighs. Every page is drenched in sweat, spit, and slick. Every scene drags you deeper into the black hole of dominance, denial, and devastating release. where pain twists into pleasure, control snaps into surrender, and orgasms hit so hard they feel like the end of the fucking universe. These aren’t love stories. These are depraved confessions of how good it feels to be used, owned, wrecked, and remade in the throes of the filthiest kinds of lust. Once you fall in… there’s no escaping the pull. You’ll come screaming. And you’ll beg for more.

You are mine, heiress!

620·Iraya Baute

Ailan Caroline Miller, billionaire heiress hiding as a “normal designer,” ruins her marriage the night she finds her husband with two women. Drunk, furious and heartbroken, she escapes to a hotel and orders a man for the night. But in her drunken haze, she walks into the wrong suite… and falls into the bed of Finlay Alacintye, the dangerously hot billionaire CEO of M.F.P. Global, who mistakes her for a gift sent to please him. At sunrise she flees — but leaves behind her real ID. Now Finlay knows exactly who she is. And he wants her. Not for one night. Not as a mistake. He wants Ailan Miller as his… permanently.

Slave to the Savage Alpha

98·Sunny Shumail

She wanted to become a doctor; he turned her into his sex slave. Zorya's whole world crashed when she was kidnapped from her village and sold at an auction to ruthless and savage Alpha Caliath. He owned an underground ring of slaves and warriors. The "Sunken Pit", as it was called, became Zorya's new home. She was abused and survived solely on her willpower and medical skills. Until another slave became her protector: Xalik Dravidus, a warrior and slave, was, in fact, the son of the Alpha King. Cursed and sold by his father, his wolf spirit had been suppressed. Only his true mate could awaken it. Xalik and Zorya became each other's strength in that hellish place. But would they be able to escape? Or would Alpha Caliath uncover the truth, and would they forever be kept apart? Read to find out.

On My Daddy's Bed

828·Author Rosa

"Can you feel it?" Richard breathed, his thick fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy while his eyes locked on mine. "This greedy cunt clenching around my fingers... begging for more. You're such a desperate little slut for me." "I hate you," I gasped, even as my back arched and my pussy gushed around his hand. "No, you don't," he said, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard. "You hate that I am the only one who makes you feel this way. You hate that I am the one who knows exactly how to ruin you." Shame and pleasure twisted inside me as he continued, his fingers relentless, finding every spot that made me shake. ****** It shouldn't have been him touching me, fucking me and making me scream in ways I never knew I could. Now, nothing could end this forbidden affair. He was the wrong man — my father-in-law —- yet the only one whose touch could make me come undone... the only one who knew exactly how to break me and put me back together. I should walk away. I should end this filthy game. But a single touch from him and whispered filthy words leave me moaning his name like I'm made for him, and beg for more.

The Forbidden Confession- An Extra Spicy Erotic Collection

4.0K·Dee

His massive cock stretched me, tearing, forcing its way inside my virgin core. A searing pain, quickly followed by an overwhelming fullness, ripped through me. I screamed, my body arching, my nails digging into the cold marble. Then, from behind, Silas pushed his own thick shaft into my ass, impaling me. My pussy and ass screamed, stretched impossibly wide, as they began to thrust in unison, filling me with a brutal, dual pleasure that shattered my world. "You're ours now, little slut," my stepfather growled, his voice thick with triumph, as I convulsed around them both. ******** The Forbidden Confession: An Extra Spicy Erotic Collection If you're willing to read, or craving something truly filthy, then this collection is for you. Dive into the raw, uninhibited world of "The Forbidden Confession," an anthology of short erotic stories designed to push boundaries and ignite your deepest desires. Each tale plunges headfirst into explicit scenes and taboo fantasies, leaving no desire unexplored. You'll find narratives of innocence corrupted, power dynamics taken to their carnal extremes, and sacred vows shattered by insatiable lust. From the shuddering surrender of an innocent nun to the commanding dominance of a relentless priest, these stories are crafted to get your blood pumping and your senses reeling. Prepare for narratives packed with extra spicy encounters, dirty talk, and explicit details that leave nothing to the imagination. Beware: This collection is for mature readers only and contains graphic sexual content, including forbidden relationships, power play, and intense, unbridled passion.

I Returned My Defective Beastmen

25·-

I had a face so ordinary it was entirely forgettable. My two contracted beastmen servants never recognized me. Not even once. The first time, I asked them to pick me up from work. They took that imposter home instead. Left me standing in the pouring rain until I caught a fever that wouldn't break. The second time, that fake grew jealous just because our parents glanced at me. She cornered me in an alley. I screamed for their help. But my own servants pinned me to the ground. They let her slap me until my ears bled and I ended up in the hospital. I wanted to send them away more times than I could count. But they would always look at me, their eyes welling with tears, acting like the victims. "Master, we're so sorry. We beastmen only recognize people by their faces. We really can't tell." "Just give us a little more time. We'll definitely be able to recognize you." I endured that excuse for three years. Until today. They spoke in the beast language right in front of me. "We've punished this woman for Hadley for three years. It's about time we stop. She's actually quite pathetic." "Getting soft? How is she innocent? She almost got Hadley kicked out of the house back then. She deserves every bit of this." "Just wait a little longer. Once Hadley officially inherits the Whitmore estate, we'll leave." They thought I couldn't understand.

Rejected By My Mate, Chosen By The Moon

145·TheLovePoet

He stole her future. She rejected their bond. Celeste fought for years to earn the only admission to the Lycan Kingdom’s most prestigious academy—only for her own mate to hand her dream to her stepsister. Humiliated and betrayed, she does the unthinkable: she rejects the mate bond and walks away. Everyone expects her to break. Instead, she becomes one of the pack’s fiercest warriors. Just when Celeste believes she’s left fate behind, the Moon Goddess grants her a second chance… and the scent of a new mate changes everything. This time, destiny will have to fight to earn her.

Refunding Our Marriage：I Didn't Cry When He Cheated

99·-

When Chase Whitmore cheated on me, I didn't make a scene. I only did one thing. Every time he didn't come home for the night, I took one of his gifts back to the mall for a refund. Necklaces. Watches. Designer bags. Earrings. Six months. Forty-seven items. All returned right back to the jewelry counters. The day I returned the final item, I placed a divorce agreement on the dining table. He didn't even glance at it. He just laughed and scrawled his signature. "Fine, Daisy. Let's see you try not to regret this. By tomorrow, you'll be crawling back, begging me for your credit cards." I didn't say a word. I just pointed at the empty wall behind him. Six months prior, twenty-three framed photos of us hung there. He hadn't even noticed they were gone.

My Husband Left Me in Labor on the Side of the Road to Crash His First Love’s Wedding

23·Amari Keller

After Prison, I Took My Revenge

16·Z·Nyra

At my husband’s birthday party, he kicked me so hard I lost our baby. My own brother stood by, eyes cold, and spat, “You deserved it!” Later they framed me and had me thrown in prison. Three years behind bars—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. The day I was released, they knelt in front of me and begged me to come home. But I no longer have a home—only a body on the brink of collapse and a heart colder than hell. This time—it’s their turn to have nowhere to run.

Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna

22.0K·pat

For 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.

Beneath the Blood Moon, She Rose

0·Z·Nyra

At the Alpha’s birthday gala, my mate kicked me so hard I lost our pup. My own brother stood aside, eyes like winter stone, and hissed, “You deserved it.” They framed me after that and sent me to a cell. Three years—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. When I finally walked free, they knelt and begged me to come home. But I have no home now—only a dying body and a heart colder than the High North. This time, they’ll be the ones with nowhere to run.

From Don's Pet to A Mafia Queen

82·pat

I’d been Don Dante Moretti’s secret mistress for five years. I told myself that swallowing my pride and staying obedient would eventually earn me a place at his side. Then, at his engagement party, the mafia princess looped a leather collar around my neck in front of everyone and humiliated me into a “pet puppy.” Dante just watched as my allergy closed my throat and I collapsed—then he let them lock me in a corrugated iron shed for three days and three nights while I burned with fever. So when my biological father—his deadliest enemy—sent men to pull me out of that shed that nearly became my grave, I took the hand that reached for me. Now, with a gun pressed to my forehead, Dante finally understands: what he lost wasn’t just a girl—he lost the key to controlling himself.

My Husband Donated His Loyalty

2·D.D.

At 1:45 a.m., I came across Claire’s post—a photo of a pregnancy test, captioned: “Thank you, Elias Bennett, for making me believe in miracles again.” The comments were full of congratulations. He was tagged as “the child’s father.” We’ve been married seven years and never had any miracle. So I booked a different kind of “miracle”—an abortion tomorrow morning. He gives her a child to prove his loyalty; I give up mine to prove I can live without him.

The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself

8.0K·-

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.

After I faked my death, my husband begged me to come back.

6·D.D.

I, Sienna, stand in the center of our Manhattan penthouse living room, crumpled hotel receipts scattered at my feet. The dates match last week—when Adrian claimed he was on a business trip to Chicago. But the address on the receipts is the Rosewood Hotel, a mere ten-minute drive from our apartment. My fingertips are ice-cold as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. On the screen is Chloe's latest social media post—Chloe, whom I've treated like a little sister. A mirror selfie shows her in a loose silk nightgown, her hand resting seemingly casually on her flat stomach. The caption reads: "Surprised by new life, feeling a bit overwhelmed. But with you here, everything will be okay. @Adrian" Adrian. My fiancé. The man who, in just one month, will vow eternal fidelity to me before five hundred guests. The comments section is flooded with friends offering congratulations, calling them the "perfect couple." How absurd. Everyone knows Chloe is pregnant with Adrian's child—everyone except me, his actual fiancée, kept in the dark. My stomach churns. I nearly retch.