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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.
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.
His Open Marriage, My Forbidden Secret
1.0K·PayalflowerHe wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night. But he's not a call boy. He's a mafia king who owns this city. Now he decided I'm his. No negotiations. No escape.
DEVOUR ME WHOLE
515·PayalflowerSIENNA VALE made one mistake loving a man who never truly wanted her. When her mother's whirlwind remarriage uproots her life and deposits her inside the cold, obsidian walls of the Blackwood estate, she swears she is done being anyone's pawn. Then she meets KADE BLACKWOOD. Her stepbrother. Her enemy. Her sin.He doesn't flirt. He doesn't charm. He simply looks at her with those dark, merciless eyes and she feels claimed before he's even touched her. Kade is an obsession wrapped in tailored suits and dangerous silence. Every look is a threat. Every touch, a brand she can't wash off her skin. He wants her with a ferocity that should terrify her and it does. But God help her, it also makes her burn.The rules are simple: he is her stepbrother. This is forbidden. The family empire is at stake. And he is far too broken, far too ruthless, far too consuming to love safely.But safety has never felt so overrated.In the shadows of the Blackwood estate, where power is currency and desire is a loaded gun one touch is all it takes to pull the trigger. And once Kade Blackwood decides something belongs to him, he doesn't just want it.He devours it whole.
I Tricked My CEO Husband into Signing the Divorce
397·patMy husband, Lucas—the heir to a tech empire—stole the one chance I’d waited five years for to become chief investigative reporter, and handed it to his “first love,” Sophia Ross. During four years of a secret marriage, my career and my feelings always came after the things that “mattered more.” When he picked Sophia up in his arms in front of everyone yet again, I ended it—with a divorce petition disguised as a budget sheet. The next day, I boarded a plane bound for the Eastern European war zone. Later, when he fought through half a world of smoke and fire and found me among the ruins, my eyes held nothing but the calm of battlefield wind and snow.
To defend his “genius” designer, my husband locked me in a submarine
0·D.D.My husband, to defend his designer, drugged me unconscious, locked me in a submarine, and dumped me at the bottom of the deep sea. It all began that morning. I finished my routine inspection and found multiple deadly hazards. Chloe denied any responsibility. Derek sided with her on the spot, then set a trap under the guise of an “apology.” The glass slipped from my hand, and the last thing I saw was Derek's expressionless face. When I came to, I was lying in the cockpit of the Siren. Outside the window was pitch darkness, with occasional glowing fish swimming past. I looked at the instrument panel showing we were already at three thousand meters below sea level. "Derek! Have you lost your mind?" "Oh, and by the way, your predicament is being livestreamed globally," he said with a cold laugh. "People are even betting on how long you'll survive." I looked up to see the livestream feed, with comments scrolling nonstop: [Bet she won't last a day!] [I'm betting she'll make it!] [This woman's pretty good-looking, what a waste.] I gripped the control panel tightly and took a deep breath. Then I opened the public maritime broadcast channel and spoke into the microphone: "What are you waiting for? Come get me already."
My eBay Ex
0·patThe limited-edition sneakers I bought for my boyfriend showed up on eBay, listed at $289, with the note: “Gift from my ex-girlfriend, letting it go cheap.” The gift box I’d carefully wrapped them in? He’d already complained it was “not a very mature present.” I didn’t blow up. Instead, I calmly used another account to buy the shoes back and then told him: “By the way, there was also a watch you’ve been dreaming about hidden in that box.” Now I’m watching him completely fall apart, begging to get back a gift that never even existed. And I’ve given him something that really “matches his status”: a full-on public shaming that destroys his reputation.
From Don's Pet to A Mafia Queen
38·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.
I Don't Fight for Crumbs Alpha
0·patAt our graduation party, my boyfriend kissed his “soulmate” in front of everyone and told me it was “just for the game.” On Valentine’s Day, he brought out the “signature curry” he’d learned to cook for me— and fed it to her, tossing me a casual, “Don’t overthink it.” Every eye in the room turned to me, waiting for the hysterical meltdown. I just smiled and nodded. Because no one knew that a month earlier, I’d already decided to cut every connection to him and accepted a transfer to Buenos Aires. This blurry little game of his? He can keep playing it—just not with me.
The Don's Betrayal, My Freedom
2.0K·D.D.On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was about to hide the carefully customized gift in my husband's armory when I accidentally opened his hidden safe. Inside, there was no wealth or secret documents—just a bullet necklace engraved with strange hotel room numbers, and a diary filled with his obsession for another woman. I'd cleaned up his battlefields for five years, yet he used my loyalty to pave the way for his true love. It wasn't until I turned to the last bullet—"Night Before Proposal, Peninsula Hotel Sky Suite"—that I understood this marriage had been a tailor-made scam from the very beginning. So I initiated the Phantom Plan. After tearing off their hypocritical masks at the charity gala, I walked toward the cold coastline in the dead of night. ...Tonight, Keira Black will commit suicide by jumping into the sea, and the real me will disappear beneath the waves.
An Illicit Affair with the Alpha
10·-I am an Omega sentenced to death by twenty-one silver nails. On the execution platform, my Alpha stood at the highest point, watching with his own eyes as the silver nails were driven into my body one by one, yet he never uttered a word. They said I had committed the sin of forbidden love—that an Omega should never harbor desires for an Alpha, and he had chosen to abandon me with his own hands. When the tenth silver nail pierced through, I was still waiting for him to say "stop," but he only stared at me coldly. It wasn't until I lost consciousness that he descended from the high platform and had the remaining twelve silver nails driven into his own body...
The Price of Mrs. Romano: Breaking Don's Contract
0·patIn the Romano family’s world, bullets and contracts are equally deadly. Dante signs off on life and death, and with “procedure” and “spending limits” he chokes off his own wife’s emergency treatment, leaving her bleeding out on a hospital floor. He thinks she’ll spend the rest of her life trapped in that gold-trimmed marriage bed, obediently filing expense reports for every cent she spends. What he doesn’t see is that from that night on, she slips divorce papers into his stack of documents and quietly records every port, warehouse, and secret shipping route he owns. By the time he realizes— the marriage he signed is already dissolved, and with that same pen she’s cut his empire wide open.
The Wife He Discarded
10·-I took a bullet for her. His mistress. While I bled on the pavement, my husband held HER, whispering comfort in her ear. He never even looked at me. For three years, I suppressed my true identity to be his perfect wife. I hid what I really was—the sole heir of the legendary Sterling business empire. I made myself small because I thought he'd love me. I was wrong. The night I left, I revealed every ounce of power I'd been hiding. The stock market trembled. Business leaders for miles scrambled to understand. My husband felt it—that surge of influence that dwarfed his own. But he didn't know it was me. His discarded wife. The woman he threw away. Now I'm the most powerful CEO in the northern region. And he's begging for a second chance. Too bad I'm done being anyone's second choice.
Three Times Heartbeats
2·-Because I carry the blood of both vampires and werewolves, I was granted the ability to rise again after death. At first, my Alpha nearly went mad with grief each time I died. But once he discovered I couldn't truly be killed, everything slowly changed. He began sending me to take his blows, to walk into danger in his place—and eventually, he handed me over to the altar to save another woman, because he was certain I would always come back. "Don't be afraid," he would murmur. "You'll return." What he didn't know was that my rebirths were never miracles. They were a countdown to my true transformation—and this time, it would be my final death.
A Child for His Best Friend
0·MoboMy fiancé, Eric Fletcher, wanted to have a child for his best female friend. That woman named Laurie Stephens believed in staying single, yet she wanted a descendant to carry on her genes. Eric chose to help her by putting our engagement on hold to honor his friendship. He tossed a "Sperm Donation and Joint Custody Agreement" in front of me, his tone cold and weary. "It's just about your insecurity, right? I added your name. All the property goes to you. Satisfied now? Sign it quick! Laurie's body couldn't wait for the optimal fertility window." I signed my name on the agreement calmly, then packed my sketchbooks without a word. Eric Fletcher finally let out a sigh of relief, his face showing pure ease. He stepped closer to hug me, but I dodged away. "Once the child arrives and gets on the birth certificate, we will marry right away. If you want, we can raise him together later. I will tell him you are a mom too." I tucked away that thin agreement and watched him indifferently as he started planning the nursery with excitement. He had no idea I had already arranged with his good buddy to get our marriage license next week.
The Don Used Me
0·-I am a mafia don’s wife—and the architect behind his entire port empire. The moment he rolled off my body, he called another woman and promised her marriage. To secure her family’s weapons line, he’s divorcing me—trading our marriage for power. “Feelings are useless,” he said calmly. “You were always temporary.” What he doesn’t know is this: the port doesn’t run on his guns—it runs on me, and I’ve just decided to stop saving him.
A Decade of My Life, in Exchange for a Lie
0·D.D.I'm Ella Wood, wife of Professor Ryan Cavill, and the invisible shadow who's worked in his lab for three years. Until tonight, I thought at least my research was my own. Now I stand between the cold metal shelves of the storage room, listening to my husband in the adjacent office making soft promises to his prized student Chloe Miller, about handing over everything I've bled for. "Don't worry," Ryan's voice comes through the thin wall, so gentle it makes my stomach clench—a tone he hasn't used with me in a long time. "That paper of Ella's, I'll list you as corresponding author. She did the foundational work, but you need this top-tier publication to apply for the national lab position." I freeze in place.
After He Left Me for a “Billionaire”, The Sterling Heiress Came Back
29·patSeven years ago, I gave up the Sterling name for love and became an “ordinary” accountant's wife. Seven years later, my husband used me as a stepping stone and discarded me without mercy, making room for the mistress carrying the “Sterling family” bloodline. He ordered his bodyguards to drag me into the operating room—and when he pressed my hand to sign the divorce papers while I lay unconscious, he thought I had lost everything. Not until I appeared at his engagement banquet with his mistress, my arm linked through my grandfather's—the true godfather of the underworld—did he finally understand. Watching his face drain of color, I spoke the truth softly: “The Sterling princess you 're trying clinging to… is me.”
The Day I Buried My Marriage
4·-On our fifth wedding anniversary, I pushed open the bedroom door with champagne in hand—and saw my husband pounding my stepsister on our marriage bed. He caressed her belly and sneered: "Isabella's just my background decoration." Afterward, he ordered me to tend to his "sprained" mistress. My stepsister crushed my mother's heirlooms under her heel and tossed me and my dreams into the storage room. They thought I'd cry, beg, grovel for scraps. They were wrong. I wiped my tears and activated "Project Ghost"—three months in the making. Just wait, you cheating scum. You're about to watch the woman you trampled into the dirt walk away with your money and my child, elegantly sending you both straight to hell.
