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 ?
Welcome to Filthy Sins.
Now be a good girl (or boy) and dive in.
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Chapter: Book 10;Cartel King’s Trophy Wife They sold me like a piece of livestock. I stood in the middle of my father’s lavish study, wrists bound behind my back with silk that felt far too elegant for the violence it represented. The chandelier above cast golden light across the room, but it couldn’t hide the fear in my father’s eyes or the cold calculation in the men surrounding us. My name is Seraphina Voss. Twenty-two years old. Until tonight, I thought I was just another daughter in a wealthy but crumbling family. Now I knew the truth: I was currency. “Papa, please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “You can’t do this.” My father wouldn’t meet my gaze. “It’s the only way, Sera. The Calderón cartel owns us. This marriage… it clears everything.” The heavy doors opened. He entered like the devil himself had been summoned. Azrael Calderón. The Cartel King. He was taller than I expected — easily 6’5” of lethal grace wrapped in a
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Chapter: Chapter 40;so deep.... Fuck,Leo Dmitri stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his thick cock twitching with the last pulses of his release. His cum leaked out around him, warm and filthy, dripping down my thighs onto the green felt. I was shaking, chained and exposed, my body still fluttering around his girth as the echoes of my orgasm rippled through me. He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as more of his cum spilled from my ruined pussy. Then he reached up and freed my wrists from the chains. My arms fell heavily to my sides, wrists raw from the metal. Leo was still forced to watch, eyes wide with horror and something darker he couldn’t hide. His pants were strained, the outline of his erection obvious. Dmitri carried me off the table like I weighed nothing, bending me over the edge again, my upper body pressed against the felt, ass high in the air. His big hand cracked across my ass hard. The sharp sting made my butt bounce, the flesh ji
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Chapter: Chapter 39;Cum for me again Dmitri pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock sliding from my ruined pussy with a wet, obscene sound. Thick ropes of his cum leaked down my thighs, dripping onto the green felt of the pool table. I was shaking, breathing hard, my body still pulsing from the violent orgasm he’d forced out of me in front of all his men. I tried to drag my skirt down, desperate to cover myself, to hide the evidence of what he’d done. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem. He stopped me. His big hand caught my wrist, pinning it to the table. The other hand slid up my thigh, slow and possessive, spreading the mess of his cum across my skin like he was marking territory. “We’re done here,” I whispered, voice hoarse, meeting his eyes. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “None, printsessa. I’m the only one who gets to say when we’re done.” He leaned over me, caging me with his powerful b
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-27
Chapter: Chapter 38;i'm yours My back hit the green felt of the pool table with a soft thud that echoed through the silent clubhouse. Dmitri’s hand was still fisted in my hair, holding me in place as he loomed over me like a god of ruin. The bright overhead lights burned down on my exposed skin, illuminating every humiliating detail for his men. Dozens of eyes watched. Hungry. Waiting. The air was thick with smoke, whiskey, and raw masculine anticipation. “Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not here. Not like this. My brother” Dmitri’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until I gasped. His other hand shoved my dress up to my waist, tearing my panties off in one brutal motion. Cool air hit my bare, already slick pussy and I shivered violently. “Your brother lives only because I allow it,” he growled against my ear, loud enough for the room to hear. “One more word of defiance and I’ll have his fingers sent to you in a
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Book 9;Mafia boss public claim I should have kept my mouth shut. But the words flew out before I could stop them, sharp as a blade in the smoky, testosterone filled air of the Viper’s Den. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to your dogs, you pathetic piece of shit.” The entire clubhouse went dead silent. Dozens of dangerous men in leather and tattoos turned to stare at me. I stood in the middle of the room, heart slamming against my ribs, chin lifted in defiance even as fear coiled tight in my stomach. I had come here for my brother the idiot who owed money to the wrong people but what I found was Dmitri Morozov himself. The most feared man in the city. He rose from his throne like chair at the center of the room like a predator waking from slumber. Six-foot-four of pure, lethal power wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his br
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Chapter 36;Public Property The final class of the semester was packed. Professor Crowe’s lecture hall was filled with students scribbling notes, the air thick with tension as everyone prepared for finals. I sat in the front row like he had ordered, wearing the short plaid skirt and white blouse he’d specified — no bra, no panties. My thighs were already trembling. He had texted me the instructions that morning. Front row. Skirt up. Legs open. Do not close them during lecture. I obeyed. My bare pussy was exposed under the desk, cool air brushing against my soaked folds. Every time Professor Crowe glanced at me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with cruel satisfaction. Halfway through the lecture, he set his marker down. “Miss Voss,” he said calmly, voice carrying through the hall. “Come here. I need your assistance with a demonstration.” My heart stopped. The entire class turned to look at me. Whispers
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-24
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
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-10
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
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-09
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
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-07
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
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-06-06
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
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-27
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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