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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FILTHY SINS
Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️
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 ?
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قراءة
Chapter: Chapter 86:look up Lang stood. He was taller than he had looked sitting down. He crossed the small office and stopped close enough that I could smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. “You can walk out that door,” he said quietly. “But if you do, Rico loses the club by morning, and I make sure every other club in the city knows you’re difficult. Or you stay, you obey, and at sunrise you walk away with five thousand in cash and the knowledge that you kept this place open. Your choice.” Five thousand. More than I made in two months. I hated how long I stood there calculating. “…What do I have to do?” Lang’s eyes flicked with satisfaction. “Everything you’re told. The guests are powerful. They expect absolute compliance. You’ll be given a different uniform. You’ll be collared for the evening so everyone knows you’re available. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not refuse a direct order. If you
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Chapter: Book 20;Public humiliation night Today was a normal day, just like every other day. I walked into the club through the back staff door, the bass already thumping through the walls even though it was only seven. Red and purple lights cut across the main floor. Girls spun on the poles under the spotlights, bodies gleaming with oil, the scent of cheap perfume and spilled liquor thick in the air. Men in suits and open-collared shirts leaned over the stages, stuffing bills into G-strings, eyes glassy. The private booths along the far wall were already filling up curtains half-drawn, low laughter, the occasional groan that carried over the music. I wasn’t one of the dancers. I only served drinks. My uniform was the same every night: tiny black booty shorts that rode up if I bent too far, a thin spaghetti-strap top that left most of my stomach bare, and a short apron tied around my waist with deep pockets for cash and the order pad. My name tag just said *Mia.
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Chapter: Chapter 84:Clean himThe cage door opened at first light. They dragged Noah out by the collar. His body shook from the sleepless hours, plug seated deep, clamps still biting, cock rigid and dark from being denied all night. The three men stood waiting—Marcus, Elias, and the stranger who still had not given a name. No warm-up. They stripped the clamps off in one sharp pull. Blood rushed back in a hot, stinging flood that made Noah’s chest hitch. The largest plug came out next, leaving him open and dripping. Marcus forced him onto his back on the low platform in the center of the room. Leather cuffs locked his wrists above his head and his ankles wide. A thick strap across his hips pinned him flat. The stranger coated two fingers and pushed them straight into Noah’s ass, scissoring hard, stretching the already-used rim until it fluttered. Elias did the same to his mouth, three fingers deep, pressing down on his tongue. Marcus knelt beside his hea
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Chapter: Chapter 83:NoahThe emergency lights kicked on in a dull red wash. Three figures now stood in the space where two had been. The newcomer was taller than both, black coat still on, gloves half-peeled. He didn’t introduce himself. He simply walked to the bench, looked down at Noah’s bound form, and ran one gloved finger along the sweat-slick line of Noah’s spine. Marcus never released the grip on Noah’s balls. Elias stayed buried in his mouth. “Continue,” the stranger said. Marcus drove forward again. The sudden thrust forced a choked sound around Elias’s length. The stranger watched the way Noah’s body jolted, the way his fingers flexed uselessly against the wood, the way a fresh bead of fluid welled at the tip of his neglected cock and stretched downward in a thin, shining thread. He peeled the second glove off and set both aside. Then he crouched beside Noah’s head, turned his face just enough to see the tears at the corner
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Chapter: Chapter 82:CageMarcus dragged the padded cage into the center of the room while Elias kept Noah on his knees. The metal door hung open. Inside, a thin mat, a drain in the floor, and nothing else. Elias uncuffed Noah’s wrists only long enough to force his arms through the side bars, then locked them again outside the cage so he couldn’t reach his own cock. The plug still sat heavy inside him. The chain between the nipple clamps swung every time he shifted. Marcus reached through the bars and closed a slick fist around Noah’s cock. One slow stroke. Two. Noah’s hips jerked forward on pure reflex. Marcus stopped, squeezed the base hard enough that Noah’s breath punched out of him, then let go. Elias did the same from the other side—longer pulls, twisting under the head until Noah’s thighs shook. Then nothing. The air cooled the wet skin. Noah’s cock twitched, ignored. They worked for him for close to an hour. Hands. Mouths. The occasional sla
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Chapter: Book 19;Two dorms,One new ToyThe warehouse door closed behind him with a heavy, final sound. No windows. Thick walls. The air already smelled of leather, polished wood, and something sharper underneath—metal, oil, the faint tang of antiseptic.Noah stood in the middle of the open space, wrists cuffed in front of him, naked except for the plain black collar they had locked on in the car. His pulse hammered against the leather. He kept his eyes on the concrete floor because looking up meant looking at them.Two of them.Marcus was the taller one, broad across the chest, dark hair cut short, eyes that never seemed to blink. He leaned against a heavy wooden cross bolted to the far wall, arms folded, already studying every inch of Noah like he was inventory. Beside him, Elias—leaner, silver at the temples, moving with the quiet precision of someone who never wasted a step. Elias held a small remote in one hand and a coiled length of black rope in the other.“Name,” Marcus sai
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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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