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You are mine, heiress!
475·Iraya BauteAilan 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.
LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
3.0K·Luciana RielleWarning: ⚠️ 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.
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
35.0K·The Book MagicianRated 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
6.0K·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.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
17.0K·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.
The Godfather’s Caged Songbird
229·MendozaHe promised she would one day stand beside him as the Cosa family’s Godmother. Instead, Ophilia Gray spends three years as Kylan Cosa’s secret mistress—hidden, cherished in private, but never acknowledged in public. Then one night, while he is away handling “family business,” she picks up his phone and discovers the truth: the feared East Coast Godfather has just announced his engagement to another woman. Humiliated, betrayed, and finally awakened from her own beautiful lie, Ophilia walks away. But Kylan refuses to let her go. As family alliances tighten, old bloodlines are revealed, and a dangerous new man steps into her life, the woman Kylan thought he could keep in a gilded cage becomes the one person he can no longer control. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and ruthless possession, Ophilia must choose between the man who broke her and the life she is brave enough to build for herself. But when a Godfather decides something is his, letting go is never part of the bargain.
No Roses Left to Burn
22.0K·-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.
Seven Years Jailed, Family Begs Forgiveness
1.0K·Pete`Seven years ago, my parents' adopted daughter, my sister Mona Miller, caused a drunk driving accident and fled the scene. My parents, along with my biological sister Chloe, pleaded with me. "Mona isn't well. She can't go to prison. Could you take the fall for her?" I refused. But one late night, they personally handed me over to the police. My fiancé, Hale Brown, a powerful financial tycoon, had arranged everything. He told me, "Lyanne, when you get out, I'll marry you. It's just seven years—bear with it."
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
1.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
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.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
4.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
My Husband Threw Me to a Shipwreck for His Livestream
1·-My husband knocked me out and locked me inside a deep-sea shipwreck after I publicly exposed his "ocean goddess" for what she really is. Now he's livestreaming my death to the world. At this moment, I'm trapped in a cargo hold 2,800 meters below the surface, ice-cold seawater dripping into my helmet. Ten hours ago, as chief archaeologist, I exposed his "ocean goddess" before everyone—an influencer who built her career by plagiarizing my research. He drugged me, tampered with my oxygen mixture, then threw me down here. "Admit you were jealous of Siren. Admit your judgment was wrong." His cold laugh came through the comm. "Otherwise, just wait to die." Comments flood the screen, betting on how many minutes I have left. I flip open my watch's protective cover and hit the distress button: "Stop watching and come get me. Now."
Breaking Daddy's Rules
4.0K·Lucy Stone“This is what you wanted, right?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Parading around my house in these bikinis?” “I think you like it,” He continued, his breath hot against my ear. “Knowing I’m watching. Knowing exactly what you do to me.” * * * * * Riane has had a crush on her stepfather for as long as she could remember. But even with her mother gone, Cyril won’t look her that way. She can’t tell if it’s her lack of appeal or his need to maintain his image as a Hollywood A-lister, but she knows that every night when she dreams or when she touches herself, it’s Cyril that’s in her head, and that’s who she wants in her bed. It’s always a game for her. To break down the walls that Cyril had around him. Raine has broken every rule that Daddy made. All that’s left is to break him… Only that, she didn’t know that she was always his.
Alpha King's True Mate-Mated to Adoptive Brother
2.0K·Alice HJOrphaned at birth, Scarlett Winters returns to her birth pack hoping to finally find a family's love. Instead, she becomes nothing more than a pawn in pack politics, arranged to marry Alexander Amber, the powerful heir to the Northern territories. For three years, she plays the role of the perfect future Luna flawlessly, until Alexander's former flame Grace returns, flaunting both her pregnancy and victim status. "Let's sever the mate bond now," Scarlett declares, her emerald eyes flashing with defiance as her immunity to Alpha command sends shockwaves through the pack. "Don't be ridiculous," Alexander sneers, his arrogance evident. "You wouldn't dare give up the Luna position." But what Alexander and the Winters Pack don't know is that their supposedly docile she-wolf was raised by the formidable Thorn Pack in the North. Her adoptive brother Roman, the legendary Shadow Alpha King whose mere name makes lesser wolves tremble, has been searching for her since she mysteriously disappeared three years ago to protect their adoptive mother. Now Roman has finally found her. Their reunion ignites the mate bond they've both been fighting, forcing them to confront their forbidden feelings. As his scent of pine and midnight overwhelms her senses, Scarlett feels her carefully constructed walls crumbling. "Five minutes," Roman growls, pulling her onto his lap, his blue eyes blazing with three years of suppressed desire, "to explain why you fled during our pack's darkest hour."
The Godfather's Blood-Stained Betrayal
2.0K·-On our third anniversary, I activated my plan to fake my own death. At dinner, he told his men in Italian: "She's so obedient, she won't cause trouble." He never knew I understood every single word. As the mafia don's "trophy wife," I had long discovered his mistress and the high heel she deliberately left in my home. I refused to endure it any longer. Ten days from now, only the gun he custom-made for me and a pool of blood will remain on the seaside cliff. Don, those ninety-nine times you said you loved me—I don't want them anymore.
When He Wore My Nightclothes to Cheat
1·AndreaAfter seven years of marriage, Bella thought she was Mrs. Ramirez, only to discover she was merely a temporary placeholder in a secretary's love story. While David Ramirez whisked away his mistress Jenny Martin to Hawaii, Bella faced humiliation at the office—abandoned and treated as nothing more than a convenient tool. A multi-million-dollar project stolen by the mistress. Credit for her work reassigned. Bank accounts drained. Even Bella's art studio transformed into someone else's "study." When her husband appeared on her sofa kissing his mistress while wearing Bella's nightgown, she coldly presented divorce papers with one devastating line: "The house? I've already sold it."
Rebirth from Ashes
10·D.D.On my fifth wedding anniversary, my husband kissed his "soulmate" on live television. His mistress wore my "accidentally lost" heirloom ring on her finger. Then I found a child's drawing hidden in his study—scribbled with "To Daddy Seb," dated last year. He didn't just have an affair. He had a secret child for three years. And on the night I exposed every lie, I left him with just one sentence: "This gift is called the truth."
Blood Oath, Broken Vows
11·-On the anniversary of my son's death, I watched my husband kiss another woman in the underground parking garage. I had just returned from the cemetery, rainwater still clinging to my shoes, while he pressed his mistress against the car door, kissing her with focused urgency. Three years ago, the attack was meant for him, but the bullet took our son instead. Today, I discovered I'd lost far more than just a child. "When the time is right, I'll get a divorce." His voice was low, his hand still gripping her waist. In that moment, I knew I had to leave this family, even if it meant losing everythin
CRIMSON VOWS: Donna’s Perfect Escape
0·patWhen my husband finally said “I’m sorry,” it was too late. On my birthday, he chose to get tangled up in a car with his old flame—their so-called Red Rose. The day I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, he snapped, “Don’t use these tricks to distract from what matters.” At a family banquet, our son announced in front of everyone that he’d drawn a picture of his father and the mistress—and that he wished she were his mom. And when I finally broke my silence and walked out of their lives for good— He showed up with that worn-out ring and begged me to come back. I said only this: “If I could turn back time, I would have left you at the very beginning.”
