FILTHY SINS
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If you’re faint of heart, easily shocked, or prefer your pleasure polite and vanilla… close this book right now.
These pages are dripping with raw, filthy, taboo depravity the kind that will leave your thighs clenched, your pulse racing, and your panties soaked before you even finish the first story.
Inside these sins you’ll find innocent virgins publicly ruined, unwilling brides brutally claimed, proud women broken into eager cumsluts, and forbidden desires fulfilled in the most dangerous, humiliating, and addictive ways possible.
Expect rough breeding, public claiming, total power exchange, blackmail, corruption of innocence, and relentless orgasms forced from trembling bodies.
Yes, this collection includes scorching M/M, F/F, and M/F scenes sometimes all three twisting together in sweat-soaked, moaning chaos.
From a daughter ritually bred on her father’s funeral altar in front of her entire family, to a sharp-tongued virgin stripped on a mafia pool table … from lesbian Dommes edging their desperate subs to twin brothers competing to see who can make her squirt hardest… every story is darker, wetter, and more wicked than the last.
So tell me, darling…
Are you going to stay ?
Welcome to Filthy Sins.
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Chapter: Chapter 120:Option OneThe second toy arrived at 7:41 a.m. in the same matte-black box.Sera replaced the first one standing in her kitchen while the cuff on her wrist glowed a steady confirmation. The new device seated deeper, heavier, firmware already paired. Her phone rebooted itself one last time. The calendar showed a single entry:`11:00 — diligence call` `camera mandatory` `I own the feed`She went to the office because the alternative was watching her sister’s laptop finish typing a story Sera had spent three years burying.At 10:58 she sat at her desk, blazer on, camera aligned. The call window opened. No technical lead appeared. Only a black screen and Kai’s voice through her earbuds.“Rellan already signed the altered term sheet. The funding is real. The call is theater for anyone monitoring your calendar. Keep the camera on. Hands on the desk. Legs open under the table.”The toy woke at a low, exact frequency.
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: Chapter 119:Every screenSera’s apartment lights came on at 11:39 p.m. without her touching a switch.Every screen woke at once: the wall display, the laptop on the counter, the tablet she kept face-down by the bed, even the smart frame that usually showed only a static photograph of the coast. Kai’s face did not appear. Only a black window with a single white cursor and the toy’s control interface already live.The graphite shape inside her gave a low, testing pulse.His text landed on every device simultaneously.`dress stays on` `cuff stays on` `sit on the edge of the bed facing the wall display` `legs open` `if you close them the intensity doubles for sixty seconds`She sat.The green dress rode high. The cuff on her wrist glowed once, acknowledging the connection. On the wall display the intensity slider moved without her permission—low, then mid, then a focused pattern that made her grip the mattress.Kai’s voi
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Chapter: Chapter 118:Live feed The dress arrived at 6:12 p.m. in a black garment bag with no receipt. Sera opened it on her bed while the toy sat quiet inside her, a constant foreign weight. The fabric was deep green, cut low at the back and higher at the thigh than anything she owned. A second item rested beneath it: a thin silver cuff that locked around her left wrist with a soft magnetic click she could not reverse. Inside the cuff a micro-LED glowed once and died. Her phone lit. `the cuff is the secondary antenna` `try to cut it and the toy spikes to maximum for ninety seconds` `car downstairs at 7:40` `you will smile at the investor like you want the funding` She showered with the toy still seated. Every time the water hit certain angles a residual ache reminded her that Kai had rewritten the firmware while she was still in the conference room. Drying off, she tried the release sequence again. Nothing
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Chapter: Book 28:Rival Hacker’s RevengeSera Quinn’s phone died at 8:47 a.m. in the middle of the Mercer Street crosswalk.Not low battery. Not network. A clean black screen, then a single line of white text:`root@sera: access granted` `wear what I left` `or every file on the company drive goes public at 9:15`She knew the style. Clean. Arrogant. No emoji, no threat of violence—just leverage. Only one person wrote code like that and still held a grudge sharp enough to use it.Kai Voss.Three years ago she had taken the exploit he built, polished it, and sold the credit to the board that promoted her. He had walked out of the same building with a box of cables and a promise she had laughed off.He was no longer laughing.In her apartment—on the kitchen counter she had left clean—sat a matte-black box with no branding. Inside: a slim, curved toy the color of graphite, a remote she did not get to keep, and a second note on thermal paper still wa
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Chapter: Chapter 116:Final VarnishViktor did not raise his voice.He took the folder from Elara’s hands, set it on the worktable, and pointed at the platform.“Afternoon light. Same position. Collar visible in the glass. If you speak before I finish the passage on the throat, the tray stays dead and your sister receives a different kind of visit.”She knelt. Hands on the glass. The city below moved without her. Viktor painted for twenty-three minutes in absolute silence, then stepped in, opened her with two fingers, and fucked her against the window while the reflection of the collar stayed centered in the wet pane. He came on the exact stretch of skin he had matched to the canvas the day before, then wiped nothing away.“Down. Daybed. Wrists through the rings.”She obeyed. The iron bit. He worked the lower half of panel three until the other woman’s neck and Elara’s living throat shared the same temperature of paint. When he finally unclipped her, the light had
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Chapter: Chapter 115:Provenance Provenance**Black leather. Her name in gold on the tongue. The fit was exact; he had measured her throat while she slept the first night and never pretended otherwise. The buckle clicked once. A small padlock followed. He pocketed the key.“You sleep in my bed. The rings are already bolted to the headboard. If you reach for the fob again I disable the entire floor grid and you pose in the dark.”Elara touched the collar. The leather was warm from his hands. “The woman on panel three. What was her name?”“Irrelevant to the sitting.”“Marcus said she saw a car. Then she didn’t.”Viktor’s expression did not change. “Marcus dramatizes. She sat for eleven days. She signed a shorter contract. She left with a transfer large enough to buy silence and a new city. The canvas stayed. That is provenance.”He clipped her wrists to the headboard rings with the same economy he used on stretchers. The bed was lower than the daybed, th
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 43 (Julian’s POV) The transition from the warm, flour-dusted kitchen to the freezing, stagnant air of the Victorian sub-tunnels was like a physical blow. The warehouse above us groaned as the first breach charges detonated, the vibration rattling the iron ladder as I descended. I hit the shallow, oily water at the bottom with a splash that echoed too loudly in the narrow brick tunnel. I didn't shift fully—I needed my hands, my height, and my human senses to navigate the tight turns of the London underbelly. But my eyes were wide, glowing a fierce, predatory amber in the pitch black. "Maya, stay tucked," I whispered. Elara was right behind me, Maya strapped to her back in a tactical carrier. The girl was silent, her small hands gripping Elara’s shoulders, her eyes wide but surprisingly calm. She had spent her life as a Ghost; the darkness didn't scare her. It was her element. "Malakai, how far to the extraction point?" I asked, my voice a low rumble. "Two kilometers. There
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Chapter: Chapter 42(Julian’s POV) The silver liquid in the vial didn't just sit there; it pulsed. It had a rhythmic, low-light luminescence that seemed to sync with the heavy thud of my own heart. I stared at it, the leather-bound journal, and the dead man on my floor, feeling the fragile peace of the morning shatter into a million jagged shards. I wanted pancakes and whispered promises. I wanted to learn how to be a father in the quiet. Instead, the universe has handed me a detonator. Julian, don't look at it like that, Elara said, her voice trembling as she reached for the journal. Her fingers brushed the scarred leather with a reverence that made my skin crawl. My father... he was a Chief Geneticist for the Council before the Collapse. He didn't just 'disappear.' He was purged because he found out the Alphas weren't naturally evolving. We were stagnating." "Stagnating? I shifted my gaze from the vial to her. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over the box. "Elara, I’m a High Alpha. I can tear a
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Chapter: Chapter 41(Julian’s POV) The warehouse was flooded with the amber, hazy glow of a London evening that felt entirely too peaceful for a man like me. I remained motionless on the floor of the "fort," my back against a cold server crate, but the rest of me was warmer than I had been in five years. Maya was a small, radiating furnace tucked into the crook of my left arm. Her breathing was a soft, rhythmic huff against my bicep, her gold curls occasionally tickling my chin. To my right, Elara’s head was a heavy, comforting weight on my shoulder. Her scent—now completely free of the chemical dampeners—was blooming in the stillness. It was lilies, rain-slicked pavement, and a sharp, metallic edge of adrenaline that was finally starting to fade. I didn't move. I barely dared to breathe. Internal thoughts: If I shift even a fraction, the spell breaks. The King comes back. The Board comes back. The rejection comes back. Right now, in this dim, dusty corner of the East End, I’m not the Alpha of the Bl
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Chapter: Chapter 40 (Elara’s POV)The flour had been cleaned. Mostly. There was still a suspicious white smudge on the underside of the mahogany cabinets that Julian had missed, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him.After the chaos of the "Dragon-Egg" pancakes, a heavy, comfortable lethargy had settled over the warehouse. It was the kind of stillness that usually precedes a storm, but for once, I refused to look at the radar. I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin.Maya had conked out in the "fort" Julian had helped her build out of extra tactical blankets and some hollowed-out server crates. She was fast asleep, clutching her wooden bird, her breathing the only clock that mattered. Malakai had retreated to the roof with a radio and a bottle of something amber, leaving Julian and me alone in the main hub.I was sitting on the edge of the large tech-table, my legs swinging, staring at a blank monitor. Julian was a few feet away, leaning against the industrial sink, watching me. He had changed int
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Chapter: Chapter 39(Elara’s POV) The sunlight filtering through the high, reinforced windows of the warehouse wasn't the usual oppressive London grey. It was almost... cheerful. Which was a problem, because I didn't do "cheerful." I did "high-stakes encryption" and "running for my life." I woke up on the oversized velvet sofa, my head resting on something warm, firm, and steadily rising and falling. It took my sleep-fogged brain exactly three seconds to realize that the "something" was Julian’s chest. He was still asleep, his jaw relaxed, looking less like the terrifying High Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and more like a very large, very expensive rug. His arm was draped over the back of the sofa, effectively pinning me into the crook of his shoulder. I tried to slide away, but his grip tightened instinctively in his sleep. "Don't," he mumbled, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration against my ear. "The Ghost isn't allowed to vanish before breakfast." "The Ghost needs coffee, Julian. And the Gho
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Chapter: Chapter 39(Elara’s POV) The heavy, reinforced doors of the warehouse hissed shut, sealing out the London rain and the echoing whispers of the High Court. Inside, the air was different—filtered, cool, and smelling of ozone and the faint, sweet scent of the tea Malakai had brewed in the med-suite. For the first time in five years, the silence didn't feel like a predatory animal waiting to strike. It felt like a truce. I leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the door, my shoulders dropping inches as the adrenaline finally began to drain from my system. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but the sharp, jagged edges of the "Ghost" were starting to soften. "He did it," Malakai’s voice came from the shadows of the lounge area. He was sitting on the edge of a crate, his face ashen, clutching a heated compress to his neck. "He knelt, Elara. A Blackwood King knelt in the Well of Truth for a 'Glitch' and her mother. I never t
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His velvet obsession
"Your father doesn’t own you anymore, Velvet… I do. Every breath. Every moan. Every dripping inch of you.
I’ve spent years dreading the return of the Wolf.
To the world, Xavier Mattoe is my stepbrother. To me, he is the predator who has been stalking me from the shadows since I was a child. Now that I’m eighteen, the game of cat and mouse is over.
When the Bratva storms our gala, the mask finally slips. My father didn't just lose his money; he sold my soul to settle a debt. But Xavier has a different contract. One signed in ink, blood, and a "Velvet" obsession that borders on insanity.
He’s taller, darker, and more dangerous than any Russian hitman. And he has a choice for me: The gun or the ring.
I thought I wanted to be free. But as the world burns around us, I’m starting to realize that the only thing more terrifying than being Xavier's prisoner... is wanting to stay.
He is the villain of my story, and I am his filthy little secret
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Chapter: Chapter 81:Zurich Astrid’s POV The penthouse felt smaller after the office. Xavier had kept his hand on my waist the entire ride back, like he couldn’t bear even the short distance without touching me. Now he was in his office on a call, voice low and commanding through the closed door, while I sat on the wide couch pretending to read. My eyes kept drifting to the hallway that led to his private study. Zurich. The word had been burning in my head since I saw the folder. My mother — Rina Lyrien — was alive. Not dead. Not gone. Alive and hidden away like some asset Xavier had tucked in a safe deposit box. I turned a page in the book without seeing the words. Ava moved through the living room with her usual sharp efficiency, dusting surfaces that didn’t need dusting. She glanced at me once, eyebrow raised. “You look like someone who’s plotting world domination,” she said dryly. “Or at least a very stupid escape.” I gave her
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Chapter: Chapter 80:Ready to go home Astrid’s POV Xavier’s fingers were tracing slow circles on my bare thigh when he said it. “Come with me to the office today.” I blinked, lifting my head from his chest. We were still tangled in bed, the sheets twisted around us from another night of his hands on my skin and his mouth whispering things that made my stomach tighten. I had expected him to leave me here like always, locked safely in the penthouse with Ava’s sharp tongue for company. “You’re letting me leave?” The words slipped out before I could soften them. He gave me that half-smirk, the one that used to terrify me and now made something warm and dangerous unfurl low in my belly. His hand slid higher under the shirt I wore, possessive but gentle. “You’ve been good, Velvet. And I want you close.” I searched his face, trying to read the trap. This was new. He had kept me here for days, wrapped in silk and his scent and his constant touch. Now he was
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Chapter: Chapter 79: You're clingy Xavier’s POV She was getting too good at this. Astrid lay curled against my chest, her breathing slow and even, one bare leg thrown over mine like she belonged there. The morning light filtered through the windows and caught on the gold chain around her throat. Eres Mío. The sight of it against her skin still did something primal to me. I traced the pendant with my thumb, feeling the steady beat of her pulse underneath. She stirred, eyes fluttering open. For a split second I caught something guarded in them, but then she gave me that small, sleepy smile and pressed closer, her hand sliding across my chest. “Morning,” she murmured, voice husky. I tightened my arm around her waist and rolled us so she was half beneath me. “Morning, Velvet.” I kissed her slowly, taking my time, tasting the way she softened under me. She kissed me back without hesitation now, her fingers threading through my hair, her body arching ju
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Chapter: Chapter 78 Astrid’s POV The discovery sat in my chest like a live wire. I lay beneath Xavier, his weight a solid, warm anchor, while his mouth moved slowly down my neck. Every kiss was deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to map out what belonged to him. I arched into him the way he liked, threading my fingers through his hair, letting out a soft sound that wasn’t entirely calculated. My body remembered how good this felt. My mind kept screaming about the folder in his desk. She’s alive. The thought wouldn’t leave me alone. My mother — the ghost I had mourned for years — was breathing somewhere in Zurich, and Xavier had known. Had kept her from me like some carefully guarded secret. “You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured against my collarbone. His hand slid under the hem of his shirt I was wearing, palm warm against my stomach. I forced a small smile and tilted my head to give him better access. “Just thinking.”
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Chapter: Chapter 77:stay out of trouble Astrid’s POV Xavier was becoming impossible. He had me pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, the city glittering far below like scattered diamonds. His mouth was on my neck, hot and insistent, one hand tangled in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. I kissed him back like I meant it, letting out a soft sound that made his grip tighten. “Stay out of trouble,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough. “I won’t be long.” I smiled against his jaw, fingers tracing the edge of his collar. “I’ll be good.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and searching. For a second I thought he could see straight through the performance. Then he kissed me once more, hard and claiming, before finally stepping away. The elevator doors closed behind him with a soft, final sound. I let out a slow breath and touched my swollen lips. The necklace felt heavier than usual against my collarbone. Keep playing the part, I reminded myself. Make
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Chapter: Chapter 76: Coffee? Astrid’s POV Xavier was getting clingy. Each passing day he wrapped himself tighter around me like I might vanish if he blinked too long. This morning was no different. He had me pinned against the kitchen counter, one big hand cupping my jaw while the other gripped my hip like it belonged there. His kiss was hard, demanding, the kind that left my lips swollen and my knees unsteady. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “I don’t want to leave you.” I smiled the way I’d practiced — soft, a little shy, a little wanting. “You have an empire to run. Go.” He kissed me again, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me. “Be good, Velvet. Ava’s here if you need anything.” “I’ll be fine,” I said, brushing my fingers along his jaw. Inside my head I was already calculating how many minutes I might have alone once he walked out that door. He lingered another long moment, eyes dark and possessive, before he finally stepped back. The elevator d
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