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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Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.
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Chapter: Story5: Make me your Toy, Daddies pt 6Cracks in the Facade.Sage's PoV:The days after the beach club settled into a dangerous, addictive rhythm that consumed every part of my life.I barely left the beach house anymore. Jax and Marcus had turned it into our private world — a place where clothes were optional and boundaries barely existed. I woke up most mornings to one of them already inside me, their hands possessive on my body as they fucked me awake. I fell asleep every night sandwiched between them, covered in their cum, sore and satisfied in ways I never knew were possible.My body had become their playground.This morning was no different.I stirred slowly, feeling the familiar ache between my legs. Jax was behind me, his tattooed arm heavy over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and insistent against my ass. Marcus was in front of me, his muscular chest rising and falling steadily, one hand resting possessively on my bare breast.I tried to slip out of bed quietly, but Jax’s arm tightened immediately.“Wher
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: Story5: Make me your toy, Daddies pt 5Sage's PoV:The morning after the beach club, I woke up tangled in limbs and sheets that smelled like sex, sweat, and expensive cologne.My body was a map of the night before, hickeys on my inner thighs, fingerprints on my hips, my pussy still tender and leaking a mixture of their cum. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to process how I had gone from a casual dare to being shared by two men who seemed determined to consume every part of me.Jax was pressed against my back, his tattooed arm heavy over my waist, his morning wood nestled between my ass cheeks. Marcus was in front of me, one leg thrown over mine, his face relaxed in sleep but still carrying that quiet intensity even now.I tried to slip out of bed without waking them. Big mistake.Jax’s arm tightened instantly. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” His voice was rough with sleep, but there was a possessive edge that made my stomach flutter.Marcus stirred, green eyes opening slowly. He smile
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: Story5: Make me your Toy, DaddiesSage's PoV:The days after the beach club blurred together in a nonstop haze of pleasure and possession.Jax and Marcus kept me at the beach house like their personal plaything. I barely wore clothes. They fucked me whenever they wanted — sometimes gentle and teasing, sometimes rough enough to leave me limping the next day. I slept between them every night, waking up to one of them already inside me or both of them hard and ready to use my mouth.I was addicted.But tonight, they wanted to push things further.“We’re going to a private party,” Jax told me while I was still recovering from my latest orgasm, sprawled naked across the bed with their cum leaking down my thighs. “High-end. Invitation only. Lots of important people. You’re going to be our little date… and our entertainment.”Marcus smirked from the doorway, already dressed in a black button-down that hugged his muscular frame. “Wear the red dress. No panties. We want easy access all night.”I shivered at the command but o
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: Story5: Make me your toy daddies.pt 3Sage's PoV:The next few days passed in a haze of sex, sleep, food, and more sex.Jax and Marcus barely let me leave the beach house. I was their willing prisoner, naked most of the time, marked with hickeys and handprints, my pussy constantly sore and leaking their cum. They fucked me in every room: on the kitchen counter while making breakfast, bent over the balcony railing at night, in the shower where they took turns holding me up against the tiles.I lost count of how many times I came.But today, they decided it was time to take me out.“We’re going to a private beach club,” Jax announced while I was still recovering from my third orgasm of the morning, sprawled naked across the bed. “Wear something easy to take off. We want access.”I chose a tiny white bikini under a sheer black cover-up that did almost nothing to hide my body. The moment I stepped out of the bedroom, both men looked at me like they wanted to bend me over right there.The club was exclusive — private cabanas
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: Story5: Make me your Toy daddies pt 2Chapter 2: Morning After the Storm.Sage's PoV:I woke up tangled between two warm, hard bodies.The room was bright with Miami morning light filtering through the blinds. My body ached in the most delicious and filthy ways possible — thighs sore, pussy tender and still slightly leaking, lips swollen from being used for hours.Jax was behind me, his tattooed arm draped possessively over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass. Marcus was in front of me, his muscular chest rising and falling steadily, one hand resting on my bare breast like he owned it even in sleep.Last night hadn’t been a dream.I had let both of them fuck me. Together. Repeatedly.The memories flooded back in vivid, explicit flashes:Jax pounding me from behind while I choked on Marcus’s thick cock.- Marcus holding me down and eating my pussy until I squirted on his face.- Both of them taking turns filling me, switching positions, covering me in their cum.- The way they had praised me,
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: Story5: Make me your Toy daddiesChapter 1: The Dare.Sage's PoV:The bass vibrated through the floorboards of the beach house like a second heartbeat. The party was in full swing — bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor, laughter spilling out onto the private beach, the salty ocean air mixing with weed smoke, expensive perfume, and pure, unfiltered lust.I was in my element.Sage Monroe. Twenty-five. Bartender by night, professional chaos creator by day. I lived for nights like this — the kind where the rules got blurry and the consequences felt far away. My short silver dress barely covered my ass, the thin straps doing little to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. My dark hair was wild from dancing, and my lipstick was already slightly smudged from an earlier shot-induced kiss with a random guy whose name I’d already forgotten.I loved this version of myself. The fearless one. The one who never backed down from a dare.My best friend Lena grinned at me from across the circle we’d formed on
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
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
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
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
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
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
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
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
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
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
Last Updated: 2026-04-07
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
Last Updated: 2026-04-05
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
Last Updated: 2026-04-05
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
Last Updated: 2026-04-05
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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