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 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (III)He pushes into me in a steady, continuous push that doesn’t pause or adjust, just sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I feel him against my cervix and my mouth falls open and the sound that comes out isn’t a moan, it’s a plea."Fuck – Luca – you’re so –”“Deep?” He holds still. Buried to the hilt. His scarred hands cupping my face – both of them, holding me like I’m breakable while his cock splits me open. “I’m going to go deeper.”He pulls back. Slow. The drag of his cock against my swollen walls is agonizing – every ridge, every vein, the texture of his uncut cock creating friction that cut cocks don’t achieve. He pushes back in – harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of the stroke.“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face while I’m inside you.”I look. His dark eyes hold mine and he starts to move – slow, deep, grinding strokes that press my body into the silk with each thrust. His hands stay on my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (III)He pushes into me in a steady, continuous push that doesn’t pause or adjust, just sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I feel him against my cervix and my mouth falls open and the sound that comes out isn’t a moan, it’s a plea."Fuck – Luca – you’re so –”“Deep?” He holds still. Buried to the hilt. His scarred hands cupping my face – both of them, holding me like I’m breakable while his cock splits me open. “I’m going to go deeper.”He pulls back. Slow. The drag of his cock against my swollen walls is agonizing – every ridge, every vein, the texture of his uncut cock creating friction that cut cocks don’t achieve. He pushes back in – harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of the stroke.“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face while I’m inside you.”I look. His dark eyes hold mine and he starts to move – slow, deep, grinding strokes that press my body into the silk with each thrust. His hands stay on my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones
Last Updated: 2026-06-04
Chapter: STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (II)He lies beside me. Fully clothed – his suit against my bare skin, the contrast of fabric and flesh making me hyperaware of every point of contact. His body curves behind mine – spooning, his chest against my back, his arm draping over my waist, his hand flat on my stomach.He’s hard. I feel his cock against my lower back through his suit pants – thick, insistent, impossible to ignore. He doesn’t press it against me. Doesn’t grind. Just lets me feel the evidence of what I do to him and waits.The tension of waiting is worse than anything he could do. Every second he doesn’t act, my body winds tighter. His hand on my stomach – warm, still, his fingertips barely touching my skin above the waistband of my underwear. His breath on the back of my neck – slow, controlled. His cock against my back – a promise he’s not cashing in.“Ask me,” he says. His mouth against the back of my ear. “I won’t take what isn’t offered.”“And if I don’t ask?”“Then we sleep. And tomorrow I’ll make you breakfas
Last Updated: 2026-06-02
Chapter: STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (I)My father owes two million dollars to a man who dissolves problems in acid.That’s the word on the street – not metaphorical, not exaggerated. Luca Moretti runs the eastern seaboard’s most profitable organization and the people who cross him don’t file complaints because the people who cross him stop existing. My father borrowed money eighteen months ago to save his restaurant. The restaurant failed anyway. The debt didn’t.Now Luca wants payment and my father – fifty-seven, diabetic, hands that shake when he’s scared – called me crying at 4 AM saying they’re coming, Elena, they’re coming for the house and I did what I’ve always done. I fixed it. I called the number my father was given and said I want to meet with Mr. Moretti and the voice on the other end laughed and said he doesn’t take meetings and I said tell him Anthony Vasquez’s daughter wants to negotiate and the line went quiet and then: Tomorrow. 8 PM. Come alone.I’m standing in the lobby of a building that doesn’t appear on
Last Updated: 2026-05-29
Chapter: STORY 50 - RAVISHED BY HIS PRIMAL SIDE (III)He fucks me face-down with his thumb in my ass. His other hand fists my hair – pulling my head back, arching my body, forcing my back to curve so my pussy tilts up and his cock hits deeper. The dual penetration – his cock stretching my pussy, his thumb filling my ass – combined with the burn of my spanked ass cheeks pressing against his pelvis with each thrust is overstimulation to the point of delirium."Cum," he orders. "Cum on my cock while my thumb is in your ass and my marks are all over your body."His free hand snakes beneath me. Finds my clit – swollen, drenched, throbbing. He rubs – fast, rough, his calloused fingertip grinding my oversensitive bud. His cock pounding my pussy. His thumb in my ass. His hand in my hair. His marks on my throat, my tits, my thighs, my ass.I cum so hard I leave my body. That's what it feels like – a departure. My pussy locks around his cock in contractions so violent he groans through clenched teeth. My ass clenches around his thumb. I squirt – a
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
Chapter: STORY 50 - RAVISHED BY HIS PRIMAL SIDE (II)He pushes back in. Faster now – his hand gripping my hair, his hips thrusting, fucking my face with less control. I choke and drool and tears streak my mascara and the sounds coming from my throat are obscene – wet gagging, sloppy sucking, the desperate moans of a woman bound and kneeling and being used.He spits in my mouth. Over his own cock, his saliva landing on my tongue alongside his shaft, and the filthiness of it – the ownership, the marking – makes my pussy flood so hard I feel it running down my inner thighs above my stocking tops.He pulls out. A bridge of spit connecting us. He grips my jaw. Tilts my face up. My mascara is running. My lips are swollen. Spit and pre-cum coat my chin and drip onto my tits."Beautiful," he says. Not gentle. Like the word is a weapon. "Now stand up."He hauls me to my feet by the belt binding my wrists. Spins me – face-first against the hallway wall, my tits pressed against the cool plaster, my bound hands in the small of my back. He kicks my
Last Updated: 2026-05-25
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 85 - POWER PLAY“You lied to me,” I say, and my hips slam down hard enough that his head tips back against the couch. “You said you didn’t touch him.”“I didn’t hit him–”“You grabbed his FACE.” Another slam. His jaw clenches and his hips buck upward meeting my downstroke and the collision sends a spike through my pelvis that makes my teeth clench. “You left a bruise on my best friend’s cheekbone and LIED about it.”“He kissed you–”“And I pushed him away.” I release one of his wrists and my hand fists in his hair and PULLS – hard enough that his neck stretches and his throat is exposed. “I pushed him away and brushed my teeth and washed my face for you, and you STILL came home and fucked me through the mattress like I was the one who needed punishing.”His freed hand grabs my hip and tries to take control of the pace, but I slap it away sharply.The slap makes his eyes go FULL gold and his grin widens into something feral and delighted because the aggression is doing to him what his aggression does
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 84 - USING HIS BODYHe doesn’t ask why. The motorcycle simply starts in the background and the call ends.I drive back to the apartment with the window down because I need cold air on my face to keep the tears from starting, because if the tears start now they won’t stop until they’ve washed away every lie I’ve been maintaining since the engagement dinner.He’s in the driveway when I pull up. Helmet off. Leaning against the bike with his arms crossed and his eyes already scanning me.I walk to him and my hand closes around his belt buckle – the piece of metal that started everything on that first night.His eyebrows rise. The gold flickers at the edges of his grey eyes and his mouth opens to say something, but I don’t let him say it.I pull the buckle and he follows the momentum forward, so I push him through the front door and down the hallway and onto the couch – my mom’s couch, the couch that has absorbed more of my sins than any piece of furniture in this apartment – and Knox drops onto the cushions
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 83 - NOT JUST KNOXTheo’s apartment smells like whiskey and unwashed laundry and like he hasn’t opened a window in days.I know something is wrong before I’m fully through the door because Theo Gallagher has kept his apartment clean since we were fifteen, and the boy who alphabetised his spice rack during a study break would not voluntarily live in a room that smells like a bar floor unless something fundamental had been broken.He’s on the couch with a bottle between his knees and his laptop open on the coffee table showing what appears to be a research document about – I lean closer – domestic abuse warning signs?The search history visible in the tab bar includes “signs someone is being controlled by a partner” and “how to report a professor-student relationship,” and the thoroughness of his research makes my chest constrict because Theo doesn’t do anything halfway, which means he is currently most likely applying his specific methodical energy to dismantling my life.Then he turns his head and I see
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 82 - ENDORPHINSIVY'S POVHe pushes inside me without warning and the first stroke is hard enough that my bound hands twist in the belt leather and my face turns into the mattress.The sound that comes out of me is a LAUGH - breathless and surprised because the force of him is so excessive and so Knox that the absurdity of it all is hitting me as comedy before it hits me as pleasure, and the comedy makes the pleasure better because nothing in my life makes sense anymore and the not-making-sense has become the thing I crave.He fucks me with the belt around my wrists and his hand on the back of my neck and with his hips driving forward at a pace that my body meets on every stroke - pushing back against him, CHASING the impact instead of absorbing it.The way I feel it, I am not being punished right now, I am being WANTED with a desperation that tastes like the best drug I’ve ever taken.I cum hard and the orgasm breaks through me like sunlight through glass. I feel GOOD. Not guilty or conflicted, not
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 81 - OBSESSIONKNOX’S POVTheo Gallagher’s apartment smells exactly as I expect - like dryer sheets and instant ramen and loneliness.I’m sitting on his couch uninvited with my boots on his coffee table and a beer I took from his fridge sweating in my hand while he stands in the doorway of his own living room looking at me with the expression of a man who is trying to decide whether running would make things worse.It would. For the record.“Door was unlocked,” I say, and take a drink of his beer which is cheap and tastes like someone brewed it in a bathtub, but I’m not here for the hospitality. “You should fix that. Dangerous neighbourhood.”“Get out of my apartment.”“Sit down, Theo.”He doesn’t obey. He stands in the doorway with his keys in his hand and his jaw set and his pulse hammering at a rate I can hear from the couch – a hundred and twelve beats per minute.I respect the not-sitting. It’s stupid, but I respect it.“I’m fucking her.”The words land in his living room the way I intended the
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 80 - ONE SECONDTheo finally looks at me. The crack in his face has widened into something that looks like the beginning of understanding – because the fear on my face which is real and unperformable is carrying information that his rational mind can’t decode but his survival instinct is starting to read.He walks past me and down the stairs, and immediately the front door closes, I stand in my room shaking with the taste of his mouth fading on my lips and the knowledge that the kiss just activated a countdown I cannot stop.I rush to the bathroom.I brush my teeth twice, then I wash my face with soap and water and press a cold cloth against my neck and my wrists, because those are the pulse points where scent concentrates. I learned that from Knox, and I’m now using it to protect Theo FROM him.I’m patting my face dry when the motorcycle engine cuts through the apartment like a blade.He’s home.I hear the front door open and his boots on the hardwood – the deliberate heavy pace that means he’s scan
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
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: CHAPTER 164 - THE READINGA few days after. The bookstore smelled like damp cedar and newsprint. A cat was sleeping in the window upstairs. I was behind a small oak podium with my book between my hands.I was staring at the front row.Seven people crammed into folding chairs with their shoulders touching. Cole on the far left. Sienna beside him, already crying. Zara next with the faintest trace of a real smile. Then Mom. Between Miles and Elena.The arrangement that shouldn’t have been possible – the current wife and the ex-wife of Richard Maddox, sitting shoulder to shoulder on plastic chairs in a Portland basement. Miles in his varsity jacket, fingers tracing the edge of his jersey, the bridge between two versions of the same family.Richard on the far right. His hands flat on his knees. His eyes on the podium. He’d bought a ticket and a preorder copy and he was HERE.I looked to Rhys in the centre. Leather jacket. Hands in his pockets. Grey eyes tracking my face with an intensity that made the back of my ne
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 163 - A GOOD ONEMiles was fifteen and three inches taller than the last time I’d seen him in person, which meant the hug at the airport arrivals gate involved me standing on my toes and him pretending not to notice.He was wearing the number seventeen jersey – not the old one from the championship, a new one, his own, the junior varsity version with ELLIS on the back because he’d earned the number through tryouts and not through anyone else’s name.He’d brought his gear. Of course he had. The visit was three days and he’d packed like he was relocating – sticks in a travel case, skates wrapped in his practice jersey, tape in three colours, because Rhys had told him over FaceTime that black tape was for forwards and white was for defencemen and Miles had said “what about blue” and Rhys had said “blue is for people who want to get chirped” and Miles had still packed blue anyway.Rhys rented ice time at the practice rink. An hour on a Tuesday morning when the building was empty and the lights were indust
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 162 - THE WAY WE AREThe light through the curtains was amber for once. Not the usual Portland grey – actual sun, like the city had decided to give us one good morning as a reward for surviving many months of rain.I was propped against the pillows with my laptop on my knees, formatting the final front matter. Title page. Table of contents. The editor needed files by noon and I was running the finishing line with intense focus.The bedroom door opened. Espresso and cedarwood hitting the air before his shadow cut through the light.Rhys. Grey sweats. Chest bare. Hair destroyed by nine hours of the deepest sleep he’d had since the draft.He set a mug on my nightstand. Climbed onto the bed. His arms coming around my waist, his mouth finding the spot where my neck met my shoulder.“I’m working,” I said.“I know.” He bit the skin softly. A slow, lingering pressure that sent a shiver straight down my spine and into territory that had nothing to do with formatting.“The file is active, Rhys.”“Save it.”His hand
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 161 - FROM DAYS TO MONTHSThe book proposal got accepted on a Saturday at 10:14 AM, which meant Rhys was sitting across from me in our corner booth at the coffee shop with a paperback he was actually reading when I screamed loud enough to make a poetry major spill her latte.I built that. The reading. Gave him book after book during the long-distance months until he stopped pretending literature was homework and admitted he’d been devouring everything I recommended. He was on his third Toni Morrison. The margins of his copy of Song of Solomon looked like his Gatsby – crammed with observations that were too good and too personal to be called notes.Saturday mornings were ours. The brick-basement coffee shop two blocks from his apartment. I wrote. He read. The barista knew our order without asking. We had a ROUTINE – the word alone made something in my chest do a complicated thing, because I’d never had routines that lasted longer than a crisis. Routines required peace. Peace required trust. Trust required two p
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 160 - UNDER THE SAME SKYThe Portland lookout didn’t have a dirt road. It had a paved scenic pull-off with a metal guardrail and a sign that said NO PARKING AFTER 11 PM, which Rhys ignored the way he ignored all administrative suggestions that conflicted with his priorities.We sat on the motorcycle. Engine off, ticking as it cooled. The city below was a grid of amber and silver – bridges tracing the dark river, lights sprawling wider than Thornfield ever sprawled. Bigger city. Louder city. A city that didn’t know us and didn’t need to.Same sky though. Orion above the treeline – the three-star belt cutting clear and bright through the dark.I leaned back against his chest. His arms around my middle. Hands locked over my stomach. No mask tonight. No captain posture or pro-athlete jaw. Just Rhys – the version that only existed when we were alone and high up and the city was far enough below to feel theoretical.I reached up and slid my finger under his sleeve. Found the ink. Orion on his shoulder – the constel
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 159 - PUBLISHABLEMy MFA advisor had silver-framed glasses and the demeanor of a woman who’d spent thirty years cutting fat from prose the way surgeons cut fat from bodies – without sentiment, and with the understanding that what remained would be stronger for the loss.She tapped my manuscript with her pen. A slow, rhythmic click that made my lungs forget their job.“This is publishable,” she said. “Not in a magazine. As a book.”I sat in her office chair and let the word settle. Book. The blog posts that started at 2 AM on a dorm room floor. The anonymous confessions about forbidden desire that ten thousand strangers read and shared and said this is the most honest thing I’ve ever felt. The investigation chapters. The separation chapters. The kitchen floor chapters. All of it – the whole sprawling, devastating, filthy, honest mess of it – and a woman with thirty years of editorial precision was telling me it had a spine.I brought the first chapter to Rhys that night. His apartment. The mattress he’d
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
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