Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father
“When I pictured what today would look like, it never involved me standing here, alone at the alter, humiliated, as the prying eyes of guests etched at me like daggers and hushed whispers rose amongst them, with the collective gasps of disbelief. And worse, the whole world was watching this LIVE on every local news channel”.
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Hi my name is Clarissa, and my perfect fairytale just turned into a public nightmare.
One night before my wedding, I was drugged and woke up in a strange place. Confused, late, and barely holding myself together, I still showed up in my gown, ready to marry the man I loved.
Only to be left standing at the altar. Alone. Humiliated and Live on every local news channel.
But that's not even the cherry on top.
The real heartbreak? Is that not only did he ditch me, but I caught him later…..in bed, sexually tangled in my sister's arms. My blood.
So I did what any broken, furious woman would do.
I turned to the one man who could ruin him,
His powerful, dangerously sexy billionaire father, Victor Gonzales.
It was supposed to be a game. A scandalous way to burn them both.
But Victor isn’t a man you use and walk away from. He’s older. Smarter. Wickedly dominant.
And he’s made it clear, if I play with fire, I will get burned.
Now, I’m caught in a forbidden game of lust, lies, and revenge.
And the more I fall for him, the harder it becomes to remember who’s using who.
He was meant to be a pawn.
But he just might become my greatest temptation….and my deepest downfall.
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Chapter: Chapter 36: Bad Girl ~Clarissa's POV~ The air in the office was cold. Not just physically...the AC must have been set to some New York City winter blast, making the back of my neck prickle...but the whole atmosphere had chilled, turning the earlier, frantic heat into something sharp, dangerous, and crystalline.I sat on his desk, my body already leaning back slightly as if bracing for an impact that was a foregone conclusion. The dress, my beautiful, expensive sapphire silk, was a defeated heap around my waist, the zipper a broken line of silver at my back. Above the silken prison, my breasts were exposed to the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent lights and, infinitely worse, to the consuming, predatory gaze of the man standing over me.A shiver raced through me, but it wasn't just the cold. It was the naked, visceral wrongness of the setting combined with the absolute, thrilling rightness of the attention. My cheeks felt flushed, a deep, unbecoming blush that betrayed the internal chaos, yet I didn’t...I
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Chapter 35: The Price of the Challenge~Clarissa's POV~ My entire body seized. For a horrifying, mesmerizing split second, I was a statue sculpted from pure tension. My eyes, still locked on his, refused to blink, and my lips, slightly parted in a silent gasp, couldn't form a single, coherent sound. The world had narrowed down to the storm grey irises inches from mine, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne.God, shouldn't it be a crime somewhere for someone to look this good?For a man his age...mid-forties, I guessed, though his lifestyle had clearly bought him a few years...he was impeccably clean, gorgeous to a fault, and radiating a controlled, dangerous energy that made every hair on my arms stand up. I felt like prey being casually assessed by a predator, but a part of me...a deeply rebellious, stupid part...found the assessment thrilling.Come on, Clarissa. Snap out of it. Don't give in to his charm. Not now. Not ever.I finally mustered the courage to break the gaze, pulling my head back an i
Last Updated: 2025-11-23
Chapter: Chapter 34: Monday Morning at Magnesium Mechanics ~Clarissa's POV~ I felt like I blinked and somehow it was already Monday. The past couple of days had breezed by in a jiffy, a blur of emotional recovery fueled by Diane’s endless stream of bad TV, excellent coffee, and non-judgmental silence.Yet, even in the middle of a cheesy rom-com, my mind reeled with an endless loop of questions: What could be so important to make Victor Gonzales reach out to me first, and summon me with such urgency? He was the kind of man who had people for everything...assistants to schedule, messengers to deliver, lawyers to negotiate. He didn’t dial numbers. He didn’t request meetings; he mandated them.And now, I was just a few steps away from finding out. I stood across the street, gazing up at the massive, towering skyscraper that bore Victor's company name and logo...Magnesium Mechanics. It was a monolith of polished glass and steel, a colossal middle finger to the rest of the urban landscape. This building wasn't just an office; it was Victor's le
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Chapter 33: The Devil's Call ~Clarissa's POV~ Great, just great. Of all the damn times his call could come in, it had to be right in the middle of my emotional breakdown...my full-on, snot-and-tears, mid-life crisis on Diane’s couch.As if the universe itself was mocking me, my eyes were still locked on the screen, the name....Victor Gonzales flashing persistently like a siren in the aftermath of a storm. My hand hovered over the phone. I was clearly not in the mood for a conversation or chit-chat. My face was a blotchy, tear-stained mess, my head felt like a drum, and my entire nervous system was shot. But another part of me...the wild thing he’d spotted and called out, was intensely curious. What was so important that the formidable Victor Gonzales felt the need to reach out to me, now?“Well, who is it, Rissa? Is it really your dad?”Diane's voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I averted my gaze from the screen to look at her. She still had that confused, concerned expression,
Last Updated: 2025-11-11
Chapter: Chapter 32: Painful goodbye, and an unexpected call~Clarissa's POV~ I turned, my back ramrod straight, and walked away.I headed for the door, my heels clicking a rapid, determined rhythm on the hardwood floor. Behind me, I heard the frantic sound of his voice, ragged and pleading. “Rissa, wait! Please, don’t leave! Wait!” And then, Margaret’s triumphant screech, laced with pure, unadulterated venom: “It’s about damn time! Let her go, Richard! And don’t you ever come back!” Her words propelled me forward. I didn't spare a glance backward. I grabbed my purse from the console table I’d earlier leaned on, yanked the heavy oak door open, and ran. I ran down the sprawling brownstone steps, the cold New York air hitting my face, a welcome shock that cleared the last of the hysterical fugue. I hit the street and didn't stop, sprinting a few steps before wildly flagging down a yellow cab that was gliding past. It screeched to a halt right in front of me. I scrambled inside, slamming the door shut with a solid, echoing thud. I instinctiv
Last Updated: 2025-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 31: Cutting Familial Ties ~Clarissa’s POV~ The silence that descended after my words wasn't just quiet; it was a physical vacuum, a void so profound that the hum of the air conditioning unit sounded like a jet engine. I was hyper-aware of everything: The faint scent of Papa’s cologne, and the two pairs of eyes locked onto me. I didn't move. I simply stood my ground, my own gaze an unblinking, cold challenge aimed directly at Margaret. Her shock was a thing of terrifying, beautiful perfection. The triumphant smirk had vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated horror. Her mouth was slightly open, and her wide, dilated eyes reflected the overhead light, making them look like two polished stones. The woman who always wore a mask of pristine control, whose life was a carefully curated Instagram feed of domestic bliss, was utterly, irrevocably broken. It was magnificent. It was also sickening. Finally, a muscle twitched in her jaw. The color, which had drained away to a sickly parchment white,
Last Updated: 2025-11-08
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
⚠️ Warning: [ Smut! Smut! Smut! ahead. For audiences 18yrs and older. Readers discretion is strongly advised. Enter at your own detriment.]
He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock."
He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it.
His cock.
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Welcome to EDEN....or in other words (Paradise): Where Pain is Pleasure👄. Desire is Control😈, and sin lingers like an afterthought.
This is a collection of different erotic forbidden tales that are bound to make you drip under the covers. It's not just a book, but a need, a release.....an escape. Contains mature/raw explicit scenes, strong vulgar languages, taboo relationships layered with Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Degradation and Power play dynamics.
If this is your kink, I dare you to venture into the forbidden🍏.....
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Chapter: Tempting my new hot professor #1~Nyra's POV~ I have a crush on my professor... but I'm not talking about a puppy love type of crush. Instead, it's the kind where I ache to fuck him so bad until I can't feel my legs anymore, my pussy throbbing just from the sight of him striding into the lecture hall. Dr. Ronan Hale, is the new adjunct in the literature department... tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline shadowed by a day's stubble and piercing grey eyes that seem to strip you bare without even trying. He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops.From day one, I decided to make him notice. I'm Nyra Voss, a senior with a reputation for being the campus tease, the girl who wears skirts that barely cover her ass and tops that dip low enough to show the lace of her bra. But for Ronan? I upped the ante. No panties, ever, when I'm in his class. I cl
Last Updated: 2026-03-31
Chapter: Felt horny so I fucked the janitor #3 'Ahh, yes, stretch this cunt wide.' He filled me perfectly, the angle allowing him to bottom out as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We moved together, me rocking forward, him thrusting up, the sink groaning under the force. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth nipping the pulse point while his hand gripped my throat lightly, thumb pressing just so. 'Ride me, you needy cock tease. Milk this dick like you own it.' I did, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, breasts bouncing free as I ripped my bra away. 'Fuck, your tits are begging for my mouth,' he grunted, leaning in to capture a nipple, biting down until I yelped in pain.'Harder, bite me like you can't get enough of it,' I demanded, my nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines. The mirror behind us fogged with our breaths, my reflection a wild mess, hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes glazed. Each thrust sent jolts through me, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting that ridge that
Last Updated: 2026-03-30
Chapter: Felt horny so I fucked the janitor #2His words hung in the air like a promise, thick with that raw edge that made my core tighten around him. 'Yes, cum inside me.' I started, but the sentence shattered as he thrust up hard, his cock slamming deep, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur white. I rocked my hips faster, grinding down to take every inch, my nails digging into his chest as the pressure built to a fever pitch. 'Fuck, Alfredo, fill this pussy up! Pump me full of your hot load!' I demanded, my voice a husky rasp, laced with the kind of desperation that only comes from being denied for too long.He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through his body and into mine, his hands clamping down on my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bucked wildly beneath me. 'Take it, you filthy executive whore. Gonna breed that tight hole until it overflows.' His hips snapped up one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt it, the pulse of his release, hot spurts jetting against my walls, coating me
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Chapter: Felt horny so I fucked the janitor #1~Maliya's POV~ The clock on my desk ticked past midnight, but the weight of two years without him felt heavier than any deadline I'd ever crushed. My late husband, Amante, had been my everything... until a drunk driver stole him away on a rainy highway. Since then, I'd buried myself in this glass tower of a company, turning grief into empire-building. Tonight, though, on his death anniversary, the office felt like a tomb. Empty floors below, just the hum of the AC and my ragged breaths as I stared at spreadsheets that blurred through unshed tears. I shifted in my leather chair, the silk of my pencil skirt riding up my thighs. God, I was aching. Not just for him... but for release. Two years of celibacy had turned my body into a live wire, sparking at the slightest touch. My fingers trembled as I hiked the fabric higher, exposing the lace of my thong. It was soaked already, clinging to my swollen folds. I glanced at the door... locked, or so I thought, and let my hand slid low betwe
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Chapter: Waxed and F*cked by an intersex woman #2Nadine groaned low in her throat, a guttural 'Fuck, yeah,' that vibrated through her body and straight into mine. Her hand tangled in my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding, asserting that dominant edge that had me dripping onto the floor between my knees. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking her deeper inch by inch until the veined shaft stretched my mouth wide, bumping the back of my throat. Gagging a little, I pulled back, strings of saliva connecting us, then dove in again, bobbing my head with sloppy, eager rhythm.'Goddamn, Larissa, you're a natural cocksucker,' Nadine rasped, her hips twitching forward, fucking my face in shallow thrusts. 'Look at you, on your knees like a desperate whore, slurping on my dick after I just waxed that pretty cunt. Bet you've been fantasizing about this all day, huh?' Her words were filthy, cutting through the wet sounds of my mouth working her, slurps and gags filling the room like some underground porn soundtrack. I moaned around her l
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
Chapter: Waxed and F*cked by an intersex woman #1~Larissa's POV~ I never thought a simple waxing appointment could turn my Friday afternoon into a pulse-pounding fever dream, but here I was, sprawled on this padded table in nothing but a thin robe, my skin already tingling from the anticipation. The urban hum of the city filtered through the salon's frosted windows... honking taxis, distant chatter from the bustling street below, but inside this cozy, dimly lit room, it was just me and the sharp scent of warm wax mixed with lavender oil. I'd been coming to this spa for months, craving that smooth, bare feeling down there, the kind that made me feel sexy and exposed all at once. But today, something felt off. My regular waxer, Maria, was nowhere in sight, and as I waited, legs slightly parted under the robe, a unfamiliar heat started building between my thighs. Was it nerves? Or just the way the air conditioner whispered over my skin, making my nipples harden against the fabric?The door clicked open, and in walked this stunning w
Last Updated: 2026-03-27
Chapter: Chapter 29: Fury and the Aftermath ~Isabella's POV~ “Isabella?”Dante’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, laced with genuine concern, the sound pulling me back from the brink of pure terror. I was still impaled by the shock of the power tussle, the pressing weight of William’s rough hands still gripping my shoulders. My breath came out in a ragged rush, my suit jacket slightly twisted, my hair clinging damply to my temples. I opened my mouth, but no proper response formed....just a choked, useless sound. Before I could mutter anything intelligible, like a simple "Yes" or "Thank you"....Dante’s composure snapped, his focus laser fast as he turned back. His rage filled gaze averted from me and settled back on the pathetic figure of William....who was still sprawled awkwardly on the Persian rug, blinking up in confusion, but slowly regaining his senses. The transformation was chilling. The cool, controlled charm I associated with Dante vanished, replaced by a primal, frightening intensity. He moved not with the grace
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 28: Reckless Intrusion~Isabella’s POV~ The air that had felt so crystalline and clean only moments before now seemed thick with the scent of raw, masculine fury and the metallic tang of fear. My breath hitched, not in terror, but in sheer, cold annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here, William?” I demanded, the sheer audacity of his intrusion stripping away any veneer of politeness.I pushed my chair back....a sharp, scraping sound on the polished mahogany floor, and rose to my full height, placing the imposing desk like a barrier between us. My gaze, usually carefully moderated, was now sharp and uncompromising.“And what in God’s name gave you the guts to barge into my office unannounced? Did you think the rules of common decency suddenly didn’t apply to you?” Chloe, my assistant, was a study in trembling contrition, still attempting to smooth down her suit jacket after the collision. “I am so sorry, Ms. Cassagrande. I told him he had to wait. I really did try to stop him.....”I silenced her wit
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter 27: Crossing sacred lines ~Isabella's POV~ The air in the study thickened, the scent of aged leather and Dante’s cologne suddenly cloying. The low, seductive rumble of his last words "It's about your son...Tariq"....had struck me not with a bang, but with a silent, paralyzing chill, a cold sliver of ice aimed right at the heart of my carefully constructed world.Of all the secrets he could have unearthed, all the vulnerabilities he could have exploited, this was the line he had deliberately stepped across. A sacred boundary. My son.I turned fully back to him, forcing my body to remain still, my face a carefully crafted mask of polite inquiry. Inside, however, my entire being had recoiled, a coiled spring of pure, animalistic defense.“What about my son?” I asked, my tone surprisingly civil, almost conversational. It was a conscious effort, a refusal to let the icy paranoia that was rapidly bubbling in my stomach break the surface. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear.Dante didn’t answer
Last Updated: 2025-09-30
Chapter: Chapter 26: Mind Games ~Isabella’s POV~I should’ve known.I should’ve realized the moment I saw that message, the cold chill that ran down my spine, the overwhelming sense of dread that flooded me....this was Dante’s game all along.It was so obvious now. Only he would be audacious enough to send that picture, to trap me in a moment of vulnerability. And to think, I’d spent hours....hours....torturing myself over who could have sent it. Trying to conjure a faceless enemy, a phantom from my past who knew my deepest secret. I had built a fortress of paranoia around myself, convinced that someone, somewhere, had finally discovered that Melissa Mondragon was still alive. As if anyone else would be so bold, so daring, so calculated. But of course, it was Dante. Of course.The man never did anything without a reason. He played a game, and I was his pawn, whether I liked it or not. And now here he stood, a smug look on his face, watching me unravel in front of him.But what I couldn’t understand was why. Why g
Last Updated: 2025-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 25: Closer than you think~Isabella’s POV~ Morning came too soon, as the first rays of dawn pressed against my window...pale and fragile, like an unwelcome reminder of reality. I hadn’t slept...not even for a second. The sheets beside me were a mess, tangled and twisted, soaked with sweat from hours of restless tossing. My body ached for rest, but my mind refused to shut down, its constant loop of thoughts and images mocking me. Not just the kiss. Not just of Robert.But that damned message. The phone still sat on my nightstand, its black screen like a watchful eye. A silent, damning presence. That picture…that text. My stomach clenched every time I thought of it.“Fun Night.” The words burned into my memory. Who would send that? Who was watching me so closely, closely enough to catch me in such a vulnerable, dangerous moment? And why? I’d checked the number again and again. Unregistered. Anonymous. A phantom hiding behind digital smoke and mirrors. But it was the image that had gutted me....the clarity
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 24: The Ghost on My Lips~Robert’s POV~ I came back into focus with a sharp, stinging pain. The sound of the slap was a deafening crack that echoed in the sudden silence of the bar, a sound so loud it seemed to pull me out of the hazy, drunken trance I had been in. My head snapped to the side, the burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn’t just a slap, it was a jolt back to reality. She was gone. Isabella was gone. And I was left standing there, a dazed fool in the middle of a crowded bar, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, with the ghost of Melissa on my lips and the fiery reality of Isabella’s fury on my face. My palm lifted slowly, almost instinctively, and I pressed it against my cheek. I could still feel the heat radiating from where her hand had landed, pulsing like a brand. It wasn’t just pain....it was shame. A raw reminder of how low I’d sunk. My mind felt like a tangled web. Slapped twice, in one day. First by Jodie, my fiancé, a woman I had failed to protect and reassure. And now, by Isabell
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
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