DIRTY DREAMS
⚠️ WARNING: This book will ruin you for vanilla sex. Side effects include spontaneous wetness, missed deadlines, "one more chapter" syndrome at 3 AM, and explaining to your partner why you suddenly have ideas. Reader discretion advised. Vibrator recommended.
For readers 18+ who like their fantasies FILTHY and their boundaries FLEXIBLE.
She didn't know she needed five frat brothers until her boyfriend offered her up as initiation. She didn't know she craved her stepdad's best friends until they caught her skinny dipping. She didn't know she was a fertility goddess until the clinic offered natural insemination.
Now she knows.
DIRTY DREAMS is a scorching collection of no-holds-barred erotica for women who want MORE. More men. More holes filled. More loads taken. More of the fantasies you've only whispered about in the dark.
Inside you'll find:
→ Gangbangs that leave her dripping and delirious
→ Taboo encounters with men who should be off-limits
→ CNC scenarios that blur every line you thought you had
→ Breeding rituals designed to fill her up and knock her up
→ Good girls corrupted, wives shared, and innocence absolutely wrecked
From fraternity basements to fertility clinics, from camping grounds to cult ceremonies, these stories don't tease – they deliver.
Every hole. Every load. Every filthy fantasy you've been too ashamed to Google.
This is not your mother's romance novel.
This is the book you hide on your Kindle.
This is the book you read with one hand.
This is the book that finally scratches that itch.
Contains: gangbangs, reverse harem, dubcon, breeding, taboo relationships, CNC (consensual non-consent), age gaps, degradation, cum play, and absolutely zero apologies. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are guaranteed.
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Chapter: STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (V)"I can't –""You can. Human men have been underusing you."His hips slow, and his cock stays deep, and he rolls inside me, grinding the head of him against my G-spot while the base presses my clit and the shadow hands return, one at each breast, and the stimulation comes from five directions simultaneously. "There's no count. There's just the next one."It builds from somewhere below my stomach, deeper than the others, from a place I genuinely did not know had nerve endings, and it rises through my body in a slow wave that heats everything it touches, my blood going hot, my skin going bright, the amber glow intensifying until I can see the ceiling by my own light. When it hits, it's a sustained release that pours through me in a continuous flow, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock in a rhythm that goes on long enough to lose count, and his composure finally shatters.He cums inside me finally, and I feel it. His cum is hot – scorching even – and it fills me and keeps fil
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
Chapter: STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (IV)He fucks me and the floor shakes. The hardwood vibrates with each thrust, the candles jump, the pictures on my walls shift on their nails. His hips drive into me with a force that should hurt and doesn't because the heat stays ahead of the impact, softening everything it touches, and his cock is hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed, and each stroke sends a pulse of warmth through my entire body that wipes the previous thought clean and replaces it with sensation.My brain goes quiet. He promised it would, and it does – the internal commentary that has scored every experience I've ever had goes silent. My body takes over entirely. My hips meet his thrusts, my legs wrap around a waist that's hot enough to redden the skin of my calves, my pussy grips his cock with a hunger that feels ancestral, older than me."Harder," I hear myself say, and the word comes from somewhere below my chest, because my brain is offline and my body is doing the talking.He gives me harder. His h
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
Chapter: STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (III)His mouth drops to my breast and his lips close around my nipple, and the heat of his mouth is searing, right at the edge of too much, and his tongue is long enough to wrap around the peak and squeeze while he sucks and I scream because the combination of heat and pressure and the impossible length of his tongue creates a sensation that surpasses human capabilities.He bites my nipple and the sting has fire in it – literal warmth that blooms from the bite through my breast and down into my pussy, and I feel myself drip, my underwear going from damp to soaked in a single pulse.He lifts his head, and I know he can feel it too, because his nostrils flare, his coal-red eyes brighten, and his mouth curves with a hunger that feels like it has been eating since before the pyramids were sand."Lie on the floor," he says with authority, and I instantly lie back on my living room floor.My coffee table is shoved aside by a sweep of his hand that moves it six feet without touching it, and the n
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
Chapter: STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (II)His voice is low, with a resonance I feel in my teeth and the base of my spine, like a bass note played through a speaker pressed against my body."What do you want?"Marissa makes a sound behind the armchair that communicates her desire to leave the planet. Priya's phone has gone dead in her hand – the screen black and unresponsive, with the recording apparently lost. Jade is still asleep."What are you?" I ask, because my voice works even though the rest of me has short-circuited."What you asked for.""We asked for spirits.""You got one." He smiles, and the candlelight catches his teeth, and I see that his canines are definitely longer than normal, and the smile is the most dangerous thing I have ever seen on a face, and my pussy responds to the danger with a clench that I feel in my stomach. "I go by Azar. And you're the one who actually meant it.""Meant what?""The invitation. Your friends were playing, but you, you were asking."I was. I realize it as he says it – when Marissa
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (I)The Ouija board is a joke.Honestly, everything about tonight is a joke.Marissa's birthday, her insistence on a séance theme because she's going through a witchy phase that started when she bought a crystal on Etsy and spiraled from there, the candles she bought in bulk from a home goods store that smell like synthetic vanilla and are currently dripping wax onto my coffee table because Marissa said the ritual requires a real flame, her choosing to use my apartment because it was the only one without a smoke detector sensitive enough to care.It's all a fucking joke.There are four of us. Marissa, who is running the board with the intensity of a woman who genuinely believes the dead have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than spell out messages for drunk twenty-six-year-olds. Priya, who is filming for her Instagram story because content is content even when the content is nonsense. Jade, who fell asleep on my couch forty minutes ago and is contributing nothing except occasional
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (V)"Do it – fuck – I want to feel it –"He pushes deep, and his body goes rigid, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, thick and hot, and the sensation of being filled by someone real whose hands I've imagined replacing mine for months, triggers another orgasm that I don't see coming. My pussy grips him through every pulse, and my left hand is on my hip so hard I'm going to bruise, and I'm making sounds into his shoulder that no camera has ever captured because no camera has ever been present for this.He stays inside me afterward, softening slowly, his weight on me, his breathing gradually evening out against my collarbone. His cum leaks around his cock and onto the sheets where I perform three times a week, and the evidence of him on my work surface makes me laugh quietly into his hair."What?" he murmurs."I'm going to have to change the sheets before Thursday's stream.""I'll help.""You'll be here Thursday?"He lifts his head and looks at me, and his dark eyes are soft and wrecked an
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER
⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY.
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He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM.
Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else.
It's working.
But his father is worse.
Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship.
I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in.
A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond.
An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence.
And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution.
Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go.
And I can't stop going back.
Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment.
All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 146 – CHIVALRYI lick it clean. My tongue flat against his wrist, following the vein from the heel of his palm to the crook of his elbow, and the blood dissolves against my tongue, and the taste intensifies, and his free hand finds the back of my head and holds me there with the claws-retracted pressure that means his human brain is co-piloting a response his wolf wants to escalate."Move over to the wall." He says it through his teeth, and my body turns toward the brick before my brain processes the instruction, because Knox's commands have bypassed my conscious mind since the first night he stood at the foot of my bed.My back hits the rough brick, and through my shirt, I feel it's still warm from the afternoon sun. His body presses against mine, and his victory chemicals are converting into arousal through the usual pipeline."Hands up."I raise my hands, and he pins my wrists above my head with one blood-smeared hand. His grip is firm, his fingers wrapping completely around both wrists because h
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 145 – YOU WATCHEDHe releases my waist and turns toward the alley, and his body is already changing as he moves – the broadening starting in his shoulders and traveling down through his arms, his shirt stretching across the shifting mass, his fingers extending as claws push through. The transformation is faster than I've seen from him before, driven by the combat-readiness his wolf has been running on since the compound. By the time he rounds the corner into the alley, his silhouette against the streetlight is wider and taller, carrying a density the light can't fully illuminate.I should go inside. Knox told me to go inside, and he meant it.But I can’t help following him to the alley mouth, pressing myself against the brick wall at the corner and watching.The scouts are younger than I expected. There are two of them, both lean and hungry-looking, like wolves who haven't been in a pack long enough to build up the mass of established wolves. One has a scar running from eyebrow to jaw. The other is bro
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 144 – TERRITORYKnox truly goes rogue on a Tuesday.We’re sleeping in the same room when his phone buzzes at 3 AM. He leaves the bed without waking me, but the bond wakes me. The gold channel spikes with a signal that tastes like cold metal and adrenaline, and I hear his boots in the hallway, the front door, then the bike starting in the lot below my window.He comes back at dawn, smelling of concrete dust and engine grease, from the east side of the city, where the warehouses sit empty, and the storefronts have plywood for windows. His knuckles are scraped. His eyes are gray, but the gold sits right behind them, close to the surface, ready."Where were you?""Scouting.""For what?""Territory."The word lands in the bedroom with a weight my body registers before my brain can unpack it. Territory means pack, and pack means the thing Knox lost when he set his cut on Viktor's bar. That loss has been sitting in the gold channel as a hollow frequency, his wolf reaching for it again and again, finding onl
Last Updated: 2026-09-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 143 – DARK SATISFACTIONI don’t hesitate.He slides into my mouth, and the stretch of my jaw around him is the familiar ache that started on a bedroom floor months ago when he fisted my ponytail and told me not to stop.Dominic's pace from behind doesn't falter. His thrusts maintain the calibrated rhythm while Knox's hand tightens in my hair and his hips push forward. And they both take me in the ruins of Dominic's twenty-year control.The wreckage crunches beneath me with every thrust from behind – paper tearing, the broken desk shifting on its buckled legs under the combined force of Dominic's rhythm and my body's weight pressing into the surface. But Knox's hand in my hair keeps my head angled toward him, and Dominic's hand on my hip keeps my body angled toward him, so my body is held in a way that makes the bond-light pulse through my skin, illuminating the debris and the claw marks in the plaster.Knox's pace in my mouth matches Dominic's pace from behind, and the synchronization produces a frequency in
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: CHAPTER 142 – IN THE WRECKAGEHe fucks me on the wreckage of his study with his wolf fully surfaced and his hand on the back of my neck. A splinter catches my hip, and the sting blends into pleasure through the pathway pain has traveled since Knox's first bite.Dominic feels my response through the bond and his pace adjusts – harder, driving me into the broken desk with the force of a man who built this room to contain his wolf and who is now using the room's corpse as a surface to fuck his mate on."You feel that?" His voice against the back of my neck, his lips on the gold mark that belongs to his son. "The wood under your hands. The pages. That was my life before you. Many years of it."He thrusts harder, and a stack of torn pages scatters off the desk edge and flutters to the floor."My wolf tore it apart in an hour." His hand tightens on my neck. "Because that is apparently what my many years are worth when someone threatens to touch you, Ivy."The words and the thrusting land together, and my body clenches a
Last Updated: 2026-09-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 141 – STAYHe enters me in one stroke.The penetration is devastating enough to make my head drop back against the wall, and the plaster cracks further behind my skull, and the sound I make is swallowed by his palm. He fills me with the measured completeness that is his signature, his cock hitting the depth where my anterior wall meets my cervix, and he holds there – holds still inside me with the agonizing patience of a man who spent twenty years practicing stillness and whose stillness gives my body time to feel every millimeter of contact until the feeling is unbearable."This is what I should have done at the compound." His voice against my ear, his lips close enough that I can feel the words form against my skin. "My hand on your mouth and my cock inside you, but with nobody watching except the wall."He pulls back and thrusts forward in a stroke that carries compressed intensity, but my body absorbs the force through my back against the plaster and my thigh over his hip and my walls grippi
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE
He was supposed to be a stranger.
A bruised, scarred, filthy-mouthed stranger who pinned me against a bathroom wall and made me forget the boy who broke my heart 20 minutes earlier.
I walked away first without his name or number, and I didn't look back.
Then I found out my mom was engaged. To his dad.
Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. 6'3" of tattoos, bruised knuckles, and the kind of jaw that makes good girls do stupid things. The most dangerous player to ever step on our ice.
My one-night stand.
My new stepbrother.
He doesn't follow rules - he breaks them. On the ice. In my bed. Against every surface in our parents' house while they eat twenty feet away. He calls me "sis" just to watch me squirm. He watches me like he already owns me.
And the worst part? He does.
Publicly, we're fake dating - a deal to keep my ex-bestfriend away. Privately, we're a stepbrother and stepsister who can't keep our clothes on the second we're alone. It's our biggest secret.
Now the boy who I once considered my best friend suddenly wants me back. And the stepbrother who wasn't supposed to mean anything won't let me go.
One wants to protect me.
One wants to destroy me.
And I can't tell which is which anymore.
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For readers 18+ who like their men possessive, their romances FORBIDDEN, and their chapters dripping with filthy, unapologetic spice.
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Chapter: EPILOGUENAOMI’S POVMonths later, we’re at the apartment. I'm at the kitchen table with my laptop open and a coffee going cold, because every coffee goes cold in this apartment – a law of physics specific to this kitchen that no hot drink has ever survived. Our daughter, Orion has been asleep in the next room, which means I have approximately ten minutes before the grey eyes open and the Maddox jaw opens wider, because Orion Maddox communicates hunger with the volume of a fire alarm and the subtlety of her father.The morning is ordinary. That's what I can't get over. After everything, what's left is a truly random Tuesday. A woman at a table with cold coffee and a sleeping baby and a finished manuscript and a man in the next room murmuring to his daughter in the low, warm voice because he’s talking to someone who can't answer yet but is listening with full-body attention since every sound is new.I open my phone and go to the camera roll, and I look at the birth photo that the nurse took at
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: FIFTY-SIX – SETTLEDRHYS’ POVShe's asleep on the couch the same way she has been lately, with one hand hanging and the other on the bump.She calls it your daughter's apartment when she's talking to me and calls it the situation when she's on the phone with Sienna. An hour ago, she called it the reason I can't see my feet while reaching for something on the second shelf, something she could reach four months ago.It's 9 PM. Her laptop is open beside her, the manuscript glowing on the screen. New pages. Good ones. Pages that sound like her again. Her mouth is slightly open, her hair across her face, and the hand on the belly is resting over the spot where the baby kicks hardest – positioned there even in sleep.I'm in the kitchen holding a cup coffee I'm not drinking. It has probably gone cold based on the amount of time I’ve been focused elsewhere, but I still can’t stop myself from watching her sleep as I think about the things I don't say out loud.Cole called this morning. Twenty minutes between prac
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: FIFTY-FIVE – THAT’S YOUWe talk more for a bit, then we hang up, and the laptop closes. Rhys sits, looking at the dark screen, his jaw relaxed for the first time in weeks."He knew all along," he says."He's Richard.""He knew about it, but he sat on it.""Because he's Richard."We sit in the quiet that follows a detonation that turned out to be smaller than expected – the crisis reduced to three words and a man whose greatest act of love was choosing not to use the information he had.The day moves on, and it soon turns into weeks, and as the weeks keep passing, the belly keeps growing. The tightness across my hips when I sit too long sets in. The tenderness that makes stomach-sleeping impossible becomes more frequent. The afternoon exhaustion that doesn't respond to the decaf I've switched to – the decaf being a betrayal I'm not ready to discuss – becomes an instinct. And then the careful distance continues.I start handing him my phone automatically, because sometimes explaining things feels like work, bu
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: FIFTY-FOUR – RESEARCHWeeks pass. My belly grows. My jeans stop buttoning around week six, and I switch to his sweatpants, which is its own kind of intimacy – wearing his clothes while not touching his body, the cedar-smelling fabric holding me loosely and warmly the way his arms used to.A letter arrives on a Wednesday. No return address, same handwriting as the card from before – the one we believe came from the woman who stood on the sidewalk facing our windows. This one is shorter. I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. I didn’t mean to make things hard for you. I just wanted you to know someone cares.Rhys reads it at the counter with his coffee going cold. His jaw does the thing. He puts it down and calls Patricia. The call lasts four minutes, and those four minutes produce a restraining order filing that she processes that afternoon.The letter goes in a folder. The folder goes in a drawer. The woman has a legal document delivered to the address Patricia traced, and the stay-away becomes enforceable rat
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: FIFTY-THREE – THE DISHESRhys stirs, and without opening his eyes, his hand finds mine on my stomach and rests on top of it, and the weight of his palm over mine is enough. It’s everything right now.We land, get our bags, and get in a car. The highway passes in silence until the bridge appears, then we turn onto our street, the parking structure, the elevator, the hallway, and the door.He unlocks it. Pushes it open.The apartment is exactly as we left it – his laptop on the table with the spreadsheet, mine beside it with the dead manuscript, the fan’s card face-down on the counter, the blue box of pasta in the cabinet.I stand in the doorway and look at the apartment, and the apartment holds still while I look, the same counter and the same floor and the same quiet that has always lived here when we’re both inside it.Rhys puts the bags down. Opens the fridge. Stares at it. Closes it. The old habit surviving everything, the checking that was never about the food. This time I almost smile.“We should eat,” h
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: FIFTY-TWO – SIGN IT“We need to talk,” I say.“Come in.”“We’ll do this in the hallway.”He steps out and closes the door behind him.“You have two options,” I say. “You tell your parents we broke up. You can make up whatever you want, but tell them after they leave Korea. Then you go home and never contact me again.”“And if I don’t?”“Then we go with option two,” Rhys says from behind me in a low voice. “The source file on your laptop, including the emails with Priya and the metadata showing you leaked the Victoria contract. All of it goes to Richard’s legal team, and his legal team can take it from a file to a courtroom in under a month.”Caleb’s jaw tightens.“You manipulated the leak to suppress endorsement deals that funded a nonprofit serving minors,” Rhys says. “A prosecutor would call that conspiracy to defraud. My father’s lawyers would call it Tuesday. And I wonder what your parents would say about everything you’ve done”“You punched me on a public sidewalk. There are witnesses.”“There are.”
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
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