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He Left Me at the Altar, So I Married His Mafia Uncle
5.0K·Julianna NavarroSienna 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}
78.0K·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
23.0K·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
6.0K·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.
His Cruel Bet：I Signed the Papers Instead
411·-My husband loved watching me get jealous. He said the more I minded his childhood friend getting close to him, the more it proved I loved him. So, every year on our wedding anniversary, he would let his childhood friend, Megan Cole, take my place as "Mrs. McAdams" for a few days. Then, he and his friends would bet on how many days I could endure it. The first year, Megan wore my nightgown and leaned into his arms for a photo. I snatched the dress back in anger, but he kissed me and laughed, saying I really couldn't live without him. The second year, he gave the master bedroom to Megan and made me sleep in the guest room. Only when my eyes were rimmed with red outside the door did he open it, saying she was just staying for one night. Last year, he took Megan to his parents' house for dinner, let her sit in my seat, and played along when his parents called her "Mrs. McAdams." He didn't grab my hand until I turned to leave the table. "It's just a title. Do you really have to make a fuss over this?" But this year, they took the game even further. Megan moved into our house with her suitcase, pulled out a new set of keys, and asked me in front of all our friends: "Hunter said he's letting me experience life as the lady of the house for seven days. You aren't mad, are you?" Hunter McAdams wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his eyes full of anticipation. "If she really loves me, she'll definitely get jealous." Everyone waited for me to cry and make a scene like in previous years, before he would laugh and announce the end of the game. But this time, I just went back to the room and packed my things. Before leaving, I placed my wedding ring and the house key into Hunter's palm. "Seven days is too short." "She can have this position from now on."
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."
My Husband's Apology
3.0K·-For three years of marriage, Shen Ruo believed she had married the perfect husband—gentle, considerate, and worth a lifetime of devotion. Until one late night, she overheard him whisper on the phone: “Don’t worry. I’ll divorce her. You’re the one I love.” In that instant, she realized— Her marriage was nothing but a carefully crafted cage, and the other woman… had already been living in their life for an entire year. For this marriage, she gave up her promotion, her dreams, even her sense of self. But in his eyes, all her sacrifices could never compare to the other woman’s soft plea. When the truth shattered everything and he knelt before her, begging through tears for forgiveness, Shen Ruo simply replied: “I’m sorry. Your apology… I no longer need it.” After the divorce, her career soared, her confidence blossomed, and she became one of the most sought-after consultants in the industry. The man who once stood above everything now found— there was no place for him in her world anymore. She had given everything, only to be betrayed. And only after losing her did he understand: The woman he thought would never leave became the greatest regret of his life.
After Prison, I Took My Revenge
16·Z·NyraAt 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·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.
Beneath the Blood Moon, She Rose
0·Z·NyraAt 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·patI’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.
Alpha of Her Own
0·AndreaI was the Luna every she-wolf envied—until the Alpha I trusted shattered my world with another woman’s scent on his skin. Betrayal burned me alive, but beneath the ashes, my wolf stirred, hungry for freedom—and vengeance. Now I must choose: crawl back to the mate who destroyed me, or rise as the Alpha no one saw coming.
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-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.
The Discarded Mafia Heiress Returns
4·Z·NyraI went to prison for seven years, taking the fall for my adopted sister. The day I was released, my fiancé came to pick me up—but didn’t even open the car door, only said coldly, “Hurry up. She’s waiting for me.” That was when I realized that during those seven years, they had already become a family. I lost my freedom to protect her reputation, while she slept in my bed and held my man’s hand. Everyone told me to be grateful, said this was my “sacrifice for the family.” But in that moment, I finally understood—this wasn’t sacrifice, it was slaughter, and I will make them pay for every drop of blood.
Luna No More
274·patFor years, I loved the Alpha who saved me, convinced our bond was written by fate. But on the eve of my twentieth birthday, I heard him promise another woman— “A half-blood doesn’t deserve to be my Luna.” So the half-blood he’d once pitied returned to the human world. And that would be the first step in how the bond would destroy him.
Glory Deception
57·-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.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
11.0K·-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.
