Unholy Fantasies( An Erotica collection)
Sweet warning, my darling sinner…
These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again…
She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains.
“Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.”
Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.”
And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.”
Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined.
Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended.
Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly.
**Indulge. Submit. Sin.**
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Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 10Sophie’s POV:A soft, rhythmic sound pulled me from sleep. At first I thought it was part of a dream — low, muffled, almost like a moan. My eyes fluttered open in the dark. The bed felt too empty. I reached out instinctively.Lila wasn’t there.The sheets on her side were cold. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, heart already picking up speed. The digital clock on the nightstand read 3:17 a.m.Where the hell did she go?I slipped out of bed quietly, bare feet padding across the cool hardwood. I checked the bathroom first — empty. Then the balcony — empty. The house was silent except for that faint, rhythmic sound I couldn’t quite place.It was coming from down the hall. I crept toward the master bedroom, my father’s room. The door was closed, but the big floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the side garden had the curtains slightly parted. A thin strip of warm light spilled out.The sounds were clearer now — wet, rhythmic, accompanied by low, masculine murmurs.My stomach twisted with un
Last Updated: 2026-04-19
Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 9Lila’s POV:My heart was still racing as we walked back into the party together — the four of us pretending everything was normal.I kept replaying the parking lot moment in my head on loop. If I hadn’t come up with that lame “fresh air” excuse so fast, everything would’ve exploded. Sophie would’ve seen me dripping her father’s cum, dress wrinkled from being bent over his desk, lips swollen from his kisses. She would’ve known instantly that her best friend was secretly fucking her dad.The guilt hit me hard, but so did the thrill. I’d lied straight to her face while Marcus’s thick load was still slowly leaking out of me. And she’d bought it.We settled into a quiet sitting area near the balcony with a couple of drinks. The conversation was forced and awkward at first, but alcohol helped smooth the edges. Gerald was polite and charming, Sophie kept stealing glances at him, and Marcus sat across from me looking calm on the surface — but every time our eyes met, I felt the heat of what
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Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 8Sophie’s POV:The silence in the parking lot was suffocating. My father stood there like a storm cloud — jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, looking every bit the disappointed parent even though I was twenty-two years old. His hand was still resting possessively on Lila’s lower back, and that small detail sent a weird flicker through my chest. Lila looked flushed and guilty, her dress slightly rumpled, hair messy like she’d just been…No. I couldn’t even finish that thought.Dad’s voice cut through the tension like a whip. “Open the damn door. Now.”I froze. For a second I forgot I was an adult. I felt like I was sixteen again, caught sneaking out past curfew. My hands fumbled with my dress, yanking it down as fast as I could. Gerald quickly zipped himself up and buttoned his shirt, both of us scrambling out of the car like guilty teenagers.The four of us stood there under the harsh fluorescent lights of the parking garage.“What the hell is going on here?” Dad demanded, voice low and da
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Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 7Sophie’s POVThe party was still raging, but something felt off. I’d been dancing with the girls for the last twenty minutes, laughing and taking shots, but every time I scanned the crowd I couldn’t find Lila. She’d disappeared after saying she needed fresh air. That was almost an hour ago.I pushed through sweaty bodies, asking around. “Hey, have you seen my friend Lila?”Most people shrugged or shook their heads. One guy from our old study group finally pointed toward the side exit. “Yeah, I saw her leave a while ago. She got into some guy’s car outside. Black Range Rover, I think. Looked expensive.” he said.A black Range Rover? My stomach twisted. Who the hell would she leave with? Lila wasn’t the type to just dip with a random guy — especially not in the middle of a party. I pulled out my phone and tried calling her. It rang once, then went straight to busy tone.“Damn it, Lila,” I muttered, frustration building. Was she okay? Had someone taken advantage of her? She’d been act
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Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 6Lila's PoV:The party noise faded behind me as I slipped out the side exit of the loft building. My legs were still shaky from the bathroom, my pussy throbbing and empty after Marcus had edged me to the brink and left me dripping. Tyler had tried to pull me back onto the dance floor, whispering how hot I looked, but I made up an excuse about needing fresh air.I didn’t need air.I needed him.Marcus was waiting exactly where he said he would be — parked in the shadows across the street in the black Range Rover, engine running low. The moment I stepped out, his headlights flashed once. I crossed the street quickly, heart pounding, and climbed into the passenger seat.He didn’t say a word at first. Just looked at me — dress slightly wrinkled, cheeks flushed, thighs pressed together. His hand reached over, sliding up my bare thigh until his fingers brushed my soaked pussy.“Still dripping for me?” he murmured, voice rough.I nodded, biting my lip.“Good girl.” He pulled away from the
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Chapter: Story 2: Daddy's Little Secret pt 5Lila's PoV:The bass thumped through the walls of Jake’s massive loft like a second heartbeat. The party was in full swing — bodies grinding on the makeshift dance floor, red solo cups everywhere, the air thick with weed, perfume, and the sharp tang of alcohol. Dim purple and blue lights pulsed overhead, turning everything into a hazy, sinful dream.I arrived sore.Every step reminded me of what Marcus had done to me in his office two nights ago. My pussy was still tender, slightly swollen, and I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open. I’d worn a tight little black dress that hugged my curves and stopped mid-thigh, no panties again — because the thought of fabric rubbing against my sensitive folds made me dizzy.Sophie had been dropped off by her dad.Marcus had pulled up in the black Range Rover right as we arrived. He’d leaned over to say something to Sophie through the window, but his eyes had found me instantly. That dark, knowing look. The one that s
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Chapter: The Last blowThe loft had become our war room, maps and burner phones scattered across the kitchen island like battle scars on skin. Rain hammered the windows, a relentless drumbeat that matched the pulse in my temples. Four days since the dock hit, and Alejandro's empire was fracturing—clubs burned, funds frozen, men turning or dying. But he wasn't broken yet. Not until I put the bullet in him myself.Shane paced, phone to his ear, coordinating with our thin network of allies. Nadia had fed us the final piece: Alejandro's hideout, a fortified mansion upstate, where he holed up with his wife Clarissa and his last loyal crew. "Twenty men," Shane said, hanging up. "Armed heavy. Clarissa's there—hostage or not, she's collateral."I sipped coffee, black and bitter, staring at the satellite photo. Clarissa—blonde, vicious, Alejandro's equal in cruelty. She'd run the girls' side of YBA, luring them with promises before chaining them. "No mercy," I said, voice flat. "She dies with him."Shane stopped
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Chapter: The escape RouteThe safe house was a nondescript brownstone in Brooklyn, tucked away on a quiet street where the neighbors minded their own business and the nuns who ran it asked no questions. We pulled up just as dawn cracked the horizon, the sky bleeding pink and orange like a fresh wound. The van's engine ticked as it cooled, and I could hear the girls in the back—whispers in languages I half-understood, sniffles muffled by exhaustion and relief. Twenty lives pulled from the brink, their chains still dangling from wrists like grim jewelry. Shane killed the headlights, his face shadowed but eyes sharp, scanning the street for tails."We're clear," he muttered, hand on his Glock as he stepped out. I followed, my shoulder throbbing under the hasty bandage—blood seeping through, a hot reminder of the graze. The fog from the docks clung to our clothes, mixing with the metallic tang of gunpowder and sweat.Sister Maria met us at the door, her habit crisp despite the hour, eyes kind but knowing. She'd
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Chapter: The retaliationThe loft felt smaller after the meet at Eclipse, the walls pressing in with the weight of secrets and strategies. Rain slashed against the windows like accusing fingers, the storm outside mirroring the one brewing in my chest. I shed the Evelyn Pierce disguise in pieces, wig tossed into the sink, pearls unclasped and dropped onto the vanity, the black dress peeled off like a layer of deceit. Naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection: bruises from Shane's earlier grip fading on my hips, the faint scar from a old knife fight snaking across my ribs, eyes sharp with the thrill of the game. The flash drive sat on the counter, innocuous plastic holding the potential to topple an empire. Nadia, Marcus, and Victor had given me the ammunition, but firing it meant stepping into the crosshairs.I wrapped myself in a silk robe, the fabric whispering against my skin as I padded back to the living room. Shane was there, as always—my anchor in the chaos. He lounged on the couch, l
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Chapter: The TradeThe city lights blurred into streaks as I drove back from Eclipse, the burner phone buzzing in my clutch like a live wire. Shane’s text glowed on the screen: Home yet? Need you. Simple words, but they carried the weight of his worry—and his hunger. I smiled, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. The flash drive from Nadia burned a hole in my thoughts. If it was legit, we’d have Alejandro by the balls. If not… well, that’s why I had Victor’s video as backup. The mayor’s secret moans echoed in my mind, a weapon sharper than any blade.I pulled into the loft’s garage, the engine’s rumble dying as I killed the ignition. The space was dim, concrete walls echoing my heels as I headed for the elevator. My mind raced ahead—verifying the intel, looping Shane in, planning the hit. Four nights. That’s all we had to turn their tip into Alejandro’s nightmare.The door clicked open, and there he was: Shane, shirtless in low-slung sweats, leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of w
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Chapter: The Meeting LOVIA’S POV:The VIP lounge at Eclipse felt like a velvet-lined trap: low amber lighting, leather booths that swallowed sound, the faint pulse of jazz curling around cigar smoke and expensive perfume. I sat in the corner booth with my back to the wall, legs crossed, martini glass cradled loosely in one manicured hand. Evelyn Pierce—blonde wig flawless, pearls glowing against my throat, black dress cut just low enough to distract without screaming desperation. The perfect mask.They arrived separately, like cautious animals testing the water.Nadia first. Tall, raven-haired, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. The red dress clung to her like a warning. She slid in across from me, diamond choker flashing as she leaned forward. “Ms. Pierce. Thank you for coming.”“Evelyn, please,” I said, voice smooth, cultured. “And thank you for the invitation. I’m always interested when powerful people want to rewrite the rules.”Marcus Hale next—mid-sixties, silver hair slicked back, bespoke sui
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Chapter: Caught in the Act LOVIA’S POV The loft still hummed with the aftermath of our night—sweat-slicked sheets tangled on the bed, the faint scent of sex lingering in every corner like a secret we couldn’t erase. Shane dozed beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that always grounded me after chaos. But peace was a lie in our world. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the unknown number flashing like a warning. I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly before answering.“Evelyn Pierce,” I said, my voice pitched higher, softer—the polished accent of the socialite disguise I’d worn to the gala. No one knew Lovia and Evelyn were one and the same. Not yet.A woman’s voice came through, husky and cautious, with a faint Eastern European lilt. “Ms. Pierce? This is Nadia. We met at the gala—briefly. You were... intriguing.”I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection: mussed
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: You came all the way?Kianna's POV:My head snapped up so fast the room spun.Lysander stood there, snow dusting his dark hair and shoulders, paint still smudged on the cuff of his hoodie like he’d run straight from the studio without stopping. His eyes—those steady, quiet eyes that had always anchored me—were wide with relief and something sharper: fear.“Lysander?” My voice cracked. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of fresh wounds. “What… how are you here? How did you even know?”He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to one knee beside the bed, taking my hand like he needed to prove I was real. His fingers were ice-cold from the night air, but the grip was warm, grounding.“I saw the van,” he said, voice low and urgent. “The black one that picked you up outside the dorm. My friend—the one who works the security feeds at the hostel—caught it on the external cams. I tracked the plates through traffic systems, then throu
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Chapter: The Curse of the Moon Goddess Kianna's POV:The shifting grounds stretched out before me like a living cathedral under the moon. Ancient pines formed a natural amphitheater, their branches heavy with snow that sparkled like scattered diamonds in the silver light. The air hummed with energy—thick, electric, alive in a way that made my skin tingle and my wolf stir so violently inside me that I could barely breathe. Dozens of wolves moved through the clearing: silver, black, russet, white as fresh snow. Males and females from packs I didn’t know, families I’d never met, all gathered for the same sacred purpose—bonding, claiming, celebrating the full moon’s gift.I stood at the edge in the simple white shift Elara had given me, barefoot in the snow, heart slamming against my ribs. The cold should have bitten, but the moon’s light felt warm against my skin, almost inviting. Almost dangerous.A deep, resonant voice rumbled behind me—low, playful, carrying the weight of ce
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Chapter: Where I'm I?Mordred's PoV:The figures emerged from the trees like ghosts—four of them, all in black hoodies and ski masks, the same style as the Boss’s guards. My Glock was already out, aimed steady at the lead one’s chest. The snow fell thicker now, muffling everything but my heartbeat and Maddox’s ragged breaths behind me. He was on his knees in the drift, clutching his gut, blood staining the white powder around him. Lysander was still gone, off fetching water from that stream we’d heard earlier. Perfect timing. I was alone with a dying rival and four threats closing in.“Stay back,” I snarled, finger on the trigger. “One step closer, and I drop you.”The lead figure raised gloved hands slowly—peaceful, almost casual. No weapons visible, but that meant nothing. “We’re not here to harm you,” a muffled voice said—male, calm, with an accent I couldn’t place. “We’re here to help. The girl you're looking for is with us. Safe and sound.But you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”“Bullsh
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Chapter: The path to DoomMordred's PoV:The car’s headlights cut through the swirling snow like knives, illuminating the narrow dirt road that snaked deeper into the forest preserve. I sat in the back seat of Maddox’s SUV, arms crossed tight over my chest, every bump and jolt rattling my bones and my temper. Lysander rode a shotgun, his face calm as ever, fiddling with the GPS on his phone like it was some art project he could sketch his way out of. Maddox gripped the wheel with white knuckles, jaw set, eyes fixed on the path ahead. The wipers thumped rhythmically, clearing the windshield just enough to see the next twist in the road.We’d been driving for over an hour since leaving the dorm hallway, the three of us thrown together in this uneasy alliance. Me, the biker who’d rather see Maddox bleed than breathe. Lysander, the artsy mediator who’d somehow become the glue holding this mess together. And Maddox—the smug bastard who’d ruined everything, now looking as lost as the rest of us. He’d insisted o
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Chapter: Where is my Bride?Maddox's PoV: I jolted awake like someone had poured ice water down my spine, heart slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it might crack them. The room was pitch black except for the faint red glow of the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 12:00 AM exactly at midnight. My wolf was wide awake inside me, pacing, snarling, every instinct screaming that something was wrong. Not just wrong — catastrophic. I sat up fast, sheets tangling around my waist, sweat already cooling on my bare chest. “What the hell is happening to me?” I muttered under my breath, staring at how fast my chest was rising and falling. The mansion was silent, the kind of deep quiet that only happens when everyone else is asleep. No footsteps in the hall, no distant hum of the staff. Just the heavy thud of my own pulse in my ears. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, fingers clumsy. Then the screen lit up, blinding in the dark and one unread message popped up from the notification bar. It was
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: In the Middle of NowhereKianna's POV:The girl in red — still nameless, still wrapped in that quiet, unbreakable confidence — moved through my dorm room like she’d been there a hundred times before. She didn’t ask permission. She simply opened my closet, pulled out the warmest clothes I owned (thick black leggings, a thermal long-sleeve, my heaviest hoodie, snow boots, and a waterproof jacket), and laid them on the bed in a neat stack.“Change,” she said, voice low but firm. “Layers….It’s colder where we’re going. Leave anything with a tracker behind, smartwatch, jewelry, anything.”My hands shook as I obeyed. The reality of what I was doing crashed over me in waves. I was leaving. Right now. With a stranger who worked for the masked Boss who had sent someone to stand over my bed while I slept. The countdown is finally here. The bond had been moved up. And I was walking straight into whatever plan they had to stop it.I stripped quickly, skin prickling in the cold dorm air, and dressed in the layers she’d
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
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