Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
They said it was just a phase.
A crush.
A mistake she’d forget by morning.
But obsessions don’t fade. They grow.
In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name.
These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin.
A sex therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages.
A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them.
A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock.
An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar.
These men aren’t heroes.
They’re cravings in human form.
And the women who fall for them?
They never recover.
If you’ve ever whispered “Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, “What if…”
Filthy Obsessions was written for you.
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Chapter: Chapter 85. Mr Vampire And His UncleFrancesca gasped. “Hourlight ring? That thing let vampire walk under sun, sí?”Zeus nodded. “Exactly. If we find one, Elijah could stay under sunlight for twelve hours. No more hiding.”Francesca clapped her hands. “Ay, perfecto! That what I want! I gift him sunlight!” Her eyes shone. “We go now, sí?”Zeus arched a brow. “It’s far. Even if I carry us at vampire speed, we’ll only reach by evening.”She waved her hand. “No importa. I don’t care. We go. I find the ring, give it to him. He deserve it.”Zeus sighed, half amused. “You’re a stubborn little thing.”“I know,” Francesca said proudly. “Now come on, viejo. Let’s go find the magic ring.”Zeus shook his head but smiled, taking her hand. “Hold tight, little genie. You asked for it.”After hours of Wind pushing through the trees. They got to Haven Brook Town and reached the edge of the ruins.The old church stood crooked against the gray sky, half its roof gone, its bell long fallen. The air smelled of rain and iron.Francesca hugged
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: Chapter 84. Mr Vampire And His UncleAround noon…Francesa having lunchBeep! Beep! her phone buzzed loudly“Madame, why you call me now? I’m eating, sí?” Francesa said with her mouth half-full of rice and beans.She had the radio loud, singing along to her favorite Colombian song. “Ay, qué rico ritmo!” she laughed, tapping the table with her spoon.“Francesa!” Madame’s sharp voice cut through the speaker. “You sound too happy. I have good news for you.”Francesa rolled her eyes. “Every time you say good news, is never good for me.”“This time it is,” Madame said quickly. “That rich man—the billionaire from the big house—you remember? His wife made him let you go? He wants you back. He said only you. He’s ready to pay double. You don’t need to stay in that cold vampire house anymore.”Francesa laughed. “Ay, Madame, you crazy. I no go back there. I like here. I happy.”“Happy?” Madame snapped. “Are you stupid? That man offers more money than you ever see. After all I’ve done for you, you say no?”Francesa stood, frowning.
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Chapter: Chapter 82.Mr Vampire And His Uncle That same morning in the kitchenShe turned at the sound of his approach, a smile blossoming on her face. "Hola, jefe. You come to check on me?" Elijah had found Francesa in the kitchen, humming softly as she wiped down the countertops.He crossed the room to stand behind her, hands settling on her hips. "We need to talk, Francesca. About my uncle. About our deal."Her smile faded, worry creasing her brow. "What deal? What you mean?"He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Zeus... he wants to fuck you. In exchange for his protection. For our safety."Francesa turned to face him fully, eyes wide. "Que? What he want, Elijah? I no understand.""He wants you, Francesca. Your body. Your blood. T." He hated the words, hated putting this on her. But he knew it was the only way.Francesa was silent a moment, absorbing his words. Then she nodded slowly. "I understand. You need his help, si? Then I do what you need. I fuck him crazy"Elijah's heart clenched at her acceptance, at her willing
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Chapter: Chapter 81. Mr Vampire and His Uncle Fucks Latino Maid 2“So this is your little hideout nephew ” Zeus asked as he stepped into Elijah’s room the next morning.Zeus lounged in a plush armchair, his silver-streaked hair falling over his shoulders, red eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. He sipped blood from a crystal glass, swirling the crimson liquid and watching it catch the light."Well, nephew," he drawled, "it seems you've gotten yourself into quite the mess. Exposed your little genie maid to the whole world." His chuckle rumbled through the room. "I can smell your fear - you know the other vamps will come for her. They'll sense her scent on you, see how you've marked her as yours."Elijah stood rigid before his uncle, fists clenched at his sides. The pain of his burns still throbbed beneath his healing skin, a constant reminder of how close he'd come to losing Francesa forever. He hated admitting weakness, but he knew Zeus was right. He wasn't strong enough to protect her alone. Not yet."And the hunters," Zeus continued, "always sn
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Chapter: Chapter 80: Your Honor, Fuck Me (5)1:43 a.m.The city was sleeping.But Judge Eliaz Monroe was wide awakeSliding on his gloves.Loading his Glock.Strapping a backup piece to his ankle and zipping his leather jacket over his bare chest.His phone buzzed again. Final update.Two men watching the girls’ building. Confirmed armed. Orders likely from the ex.”He didn’t respond.Just stepped outside.His black powerbike growled beneath him—sleek, brutal, dangerous.He revved the engine once, cock twitching from the thought of those bastards looking at his girls.They’d made him feel.Now he’d make them bleed.The alley was dark.Camila stepped out first, hoodie wrapped tight over her tank top. Chloe followed, barefoot, holding her keys.“I swear I saw them again,” Camila whispered. “Same van.”“I told you,” Chloe muttered. “He’s not done. That little piece of—”She froze.Two men stepped out from the shadows.Black hoodies. Guns.Camila backed into Chloe. “Run.”But they didn’t have time.That’s when the engine screamed.A
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Chapter: Chapter 79: Your Honor, Fuck Me (4)Camila didn’t go to work the next day.She sat curled on their old couch, still in the tank top she’d thrown on when they got home, her panties pulled up over a cunt that wouldn’t stop aching.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that red light.Saw herself bent over in front of strangers.And instead of fear?She got wet.The courthouse emails piled up unanswered. Her phone buzzed with messages from court staff, calendar alerts, even the judge’s office.She ignored them all.She sat on the stained couch in a faded tank top and thin panties, legs curled beneath her, arms tight around her knees.She felt sore.Everywhere.Her pussy still ached from the night before. Her thighs bore bruises in the shape of fingers.And she couldn’t stop picturing it.The camera. The blinking light. The shadows behind the mirror.She’d slapped him.She’d called him disgusting.But now, curled on this old couch, she was wet all over again—just thinking about how he looked as he fucked her in front of t
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The Mafia Kings Plaything
"You think you have a choice?" Vittorio squeezed my nipples with his hand and my sanity with the other. “ You were never going to be anyone else's from the moment I set eyes on you”. His voice a deadly whisper
His words cut through me making my chest tighten with fear
"You’re Ours, kitten," he continued, his gaze locking onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs. "You will be claimed, used, and Fucked however I see fit.
Do you understand?"
"I... I understand," I whispered, feeling my resistance crumble under his dark, green eyes.
"You will lay before me, Katarina," he commanded his voice a low growl.
"Spread your swollen pussy wide, and show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you."
Katarina Delgado was supposed to belong to another man. Sold like property to Mafia Don Giordano, her virginity was payment for a debt her father couldn't afford. But when her brother Mateo tries to save her and fails, she ends up in the hands of a deadlier monster: Vittorio De Luca, the brutal mafia king who cages her, collars her, and whispers filth like love. Now, locked in a war between cartels, Katarina is the prize. But not just for Vittorio. Valentino De Luca, his missing twin, has returned. Sharper. Slower. Unhinged. And he doesn’t want to steal her. He wants to share her.
Together. In a world of cages, kings, and betrayal, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted… is being wanted by both of them.
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Chapter: Chapter 151. Burn Her Before She Burns YouKatarina POV“Don’t tell me to leave, Kat.”Selena’s voice cracked through the morning air. She stood with her suitcase by the gates, her hair pulled back tight, lips pressed thin. Behind her, the driver leaned on the car, waiting. The iron gates were half-open, and from this far you could already hear the faint buzz of reporters from the other side of the estate.I folded my arms, trying to look calm even though my chest hurt. “You promised Lucas you’d go back to him. Don’t start now.”“I don’t care about promises.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Fiorella is back. You think I can just leave you here with her circling like a vulture?”The early morning wind picked up, tugging at her coat. Her eyes flashed, stubborn, just like mine.I reached out and squeezed her wrist. “Listen to me. I’m fine. I’m not scared of her.”Selena laughed, bitter. “Not scared? She has a history with both of them. You think she came back for fun? She came back to ruin you.”I smiled, but it didn’t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 150 — I Don’t Need a Face to Kill YouThe Japanese Special Guest POV… A Meeting at a secret back room clubThe bass from the club thumped through the walls, a steady, heavy beat that made the glasses on the table tremble. The back office smelled like old wood, leather, and expensive cigar smoke. No windows. Just one dim lamp hanging low over the desk, its light a tight circle in a room full of shadows.The French Minister was already in the room when I stepped in. He smelled of sweat and stale cologne. His jacket was crumpled on the chair beside him, his tie hanging like it had given up.His hands clasped too tightly in his lap. Sweat dotted his forehead, catching the light every time he shifted. His suit was perfect, his hair perfect — but his eyes… his eyes kept jumping to the figure across from him.He couldn’t see the figure’s face. He couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman. The voice was distorted, mechanical — it could’ve belonged to anyone.Without thinking, I tapped two fingers on the desk — in time wit
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Chapter: CHAPTER 149 – The Woman Who Ruins EverythingVittorio POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her.Katarina. Curled on her side, breathing soft, her hair scattered over my pillow like it had always belonged there. One bare shoulder peeked from under the blanket, pale in the early light. She didn’t even stir when I shifted.For a few seconds, I just looked at her. Something low in my chest tightened — like someone had their hand in there and was twisting it.Then last night began coming back in pieces. Not all of it — just flashes, blurred like a smudged photograph.The champagne on my tongue. Her scent — not jasmine, not roses — the kind of clean warmth that clings to a woman after she’s been asleep. Then another scent, sharper, sweeter. Jasmine. Fiorella’s scent.I remembered leaving this bed. I remembered going to Fiorella’s room.I’d gone to warn her. To ask her why she was here, why now. I told her to stay out of sight today. It wasn’t just any day — it was the campaign shoot for my election. Media everywhere.
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Chapter: Chapter 148 – Her Lies, My Hands Valentino POV“You didn’t answer my question.”I didn’t bother sitting down. I stood in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame, watching her like she might turn to smoke if I blinked.Fiorella didn’t flinch. Didn’t even try to fake surprise. She just shifted her weight, robe sliding across her thigh like the fabric had been trained to obey her.Her lips curled slow. “And which question was that, exactly? You’ve asked so many, Tesoro.”My jaw locked. “How did you know Jared?”For a second, she just looked at me. Then, instead of answering, she closed the space between us — soft steps over thick carpet — until the jasmine from her robe tangled with my breath.Not answering my question about Jared. Not even pretending to think about it. Just that slow, cat-like walk — bare feet against the carpet, silk robe swaying with each step. The lamplight caught her skin, warm and golden, and I could smell her before she touched me. Not just perfume — her. Heat. Sweat from whatever she’d been
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Chapter: Chapter 147 – The Smell of Her Katarina POVThe knock wasn’t loud, but it still made my chest clench. When I opened the door, Vittorio was there — no tie, shirt hanging open like it had given up on him, hair a mess from his own hands. He smelled like champagne and something darker, heavier… the kind of scent that stuck to skin even after you left the room.“I can’t sleep without you,”His voice was low and rough, almost a growl, but there was a crack in it that made my stomach twist. “For a moment I just stared at him. He leaned on the frame, arm braced against the wood like it held him up. His suit was half-untied, tie hanging like a defeated snake. Eyes glassy. Hands that jittered just enough to prove he’d had too much and yet somehow locked on me like I was the only thing keeping him standing.Behind me, Selena sat up on the bed, eyes darting between us. Then she smirked, that cat-in-the-cream look on her face.“Oh no,” she whispered, “this is gonna be good.”I turned my head toward her and gave a quick, del
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Chapter: Chapter 146 – The Coffee Shop LieValentino POVThe ice in my glass had melted hours ago, but I kept swirling it like I was waiting for it to tell me something.The room felt too quiet after I left Katarina at her door. Quiet enough for my thoughts to start lining up in that dangerous, obsessive way they did when something didn’t add up.And nothing about tonight added up.Not Jared’s death. Not Fiorella’s sudden return. Not the fact that the woman and child he’d been tracking for weeks — the ones who visited her grave — turned out to be her and a girl that looked too much like me and my brother to deny.I poured what was left of my drink into my mouth, the whiskey biting all the way down. It didn’t help.Then Jared’s face flashed in my head —I could still smell it if I closed my eyes — the sharp tang of blood mixed with soap. The bathroom tiles had been slick under my shoes. Jared was sprawled on the floor, the water still running from the tap, his shirt stuck to him like damp paper. His eyes were open, staring at
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