Novels by Victor ellis

I was always the extra daughter, unwanted, unseen, and disposable. While my sister Lia was cherished, I was the one they sold to save everything. On her wedding day, I became the bride instead. Veiled and silent, I was forced into Adrian Laurent’s bed, the cold, ruthless billionaire who had fallen for her picture. That night, he didn’t know it was me. Drunk and burning with lust, he pinned me down, ripped my wedding dress open, and made love to me like a man possessed. He buried himself deep inside me with every brutal thrust, groaning Lia’s name against my throat while I came apart beneath him, shattered by unwanted pleasure. The next morning, disgust replaced his hunger. Humiliated and blamed for a crime I didn’t commit, I became his invisible wife, used, ignored, and broken. He only used me to satisfy his cravings for needs , claiming me whenever he sees me in the house, ruthless forcing his manhood into my mouth and dipping it down my throat filling me up. After claiming me like a slave, I would catch him having soft romantic pleasurable moment with my sister like he was a puppy before her. Until the secret growing in my belly gave me the strength to run. Years later, I returned. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable. But the moment Adrian sees me again, and lays eyes on the children who carry his blood, his obsession ignites. He will never let me go again. And this time, he won’t be gentle

تحذير +18: تحتوي هذه القصة على محتوى جنسي صريح للغاية، بما في ذلك مواضيع من غير الرضا إلى الرضا، والتلقيح، والإذلال العلني، والتحقير، والعناصر المحرمة، والجنس الشرجي العنيف، والأفعال الجنسية التصويرية. غير مناسبة للقراء دون سن 18. تابع بحذر — هذه إيروتيكا مظلمة وقذرة بلا قوس فداء. كنت دائماً الابنة الزائدة، غير المرغوب فيها، غير المرئية، والقابلة للاستبدال. بينما كانت أختي ليا محبوبة ومُدَلَّلة، كنت أنا التي باعوها لإنقاذ كل شيء. في يوم زفافها، أصبحت أنا العروس بدلاً منها. محجبة وصامتة، أُجبرت على دخول سرير أدريان لوران، الملياردير البارد القاسي الذي وقع في حب صورتها. تلك الليلة لم يكن يعرف أنها أنا. سكران ومحترق بالشهوة، ثبّتني، مزق فستان زفافي، ومارس الجنس معي كرجل مسكون. دفن نفسه عميقاً بداخلي مع كل دفعة وحشية، وهو يئن باسم ليا على عنقي بينما كنت أتحطم تحته من المتعة غير المرغوب فيها. في الصباح التالي، حلّ الاشمئزاز محل جوعه. أُهنتُ واتهمت بجريمة لم أرتكبها، فأصبحت زوجته غير المرئية، مستخدمة، متجاهلة، ومكسورة. كان يستخدمني فقط لإشباع رغباته الجنسية، يمارس الجنس معي كلما رآني في المنزل، ويجبر قضيبه بوحشية في فمي وينزله إلى حلقي فيملأني بسائله. بعد أن يمارس الجنس معي كأمة جنسية، كنت أراه يمارس الجنس الناعم مع أختي كأنه جرو أمامها. حتى أعطاني السر الذي ينمو في بطني القوة للهروب. بعد سنوات، عدت. غنية. قوية. لا تُمس. لكن في اللحظة التي يراني فيها أدريان مرة أخرى، ويضع عينيه على الأطفال الذين يحملون دمه، تشتعل هوسه. لن يدعني أذهب مرة أخرى أبداً. وهذه المرة، لن يكون رقيقاً.

Ich war immer die überzählige Tochter – unerwünscht, unsichtbar und austauschbar.
Während meine Schwester Lia geliebt und verwöhnt wurde, war ich diejenige, die sie verkauften, um alles zu retten. An ihrem Hochzeitstag wurde ich an ihrer Stelle zur Braut. Verschleiert und schweigend wurde ich in das Bett von Adrian Laurent gezwungen – dem kalten, skrupellosen Milliardär, der sich in ihr Bild verliebt hatte. In jener Nacht wusste er nicht, dass ich es war.
Betrunken und vor Lust brennend drückte er mich nieder, riss mein Hochzeitskleid auf und fickte mich wie ein Besessener. Mit jedem brutalen Stoß versenkte er sich tief in mich und stöhnte Lias Namen gegen meinen Hals, während ich unter ihm zerbrach – zerrissen von unerwünschter Lust. Am nächsten Morgen trat Ekel an die Stelle seines Hungers.
Gedemütigt und für ein Verbrechen beschuldigt, das ich nicht begangen hatte, wurde ich seine unsichtbare Ehefrau – benutzt, ignoriert und gebrochen. Er gebrauchte mich nur, um seine sexuellen Gier zu stillen. Wann immer er mich im Haus sah, fickte er mich rücksichtslos, zwang mir seinen Schwanz in den Mund, stieß ihn tief in meine Kehle und füllte mich mit seinem Sperma. Nachdem er mich wie eine Sexsklavin gebraucht hatte, ertappte ich ihn dabei, wie er mit meiner Schwester sanften, zärtlichen Sex hatte – als wäre er vor ihr ein gehorsamer Hund. Bis das Geheimnis, das in meinem Bauch wuchs, mir die Kraft gab zu fliehen. Jahre später kehrte ich zurück. Reich. Mächtig. Unantastbar.
Doch in dem Moment, in dem Adrian mich wieder sieht und die Kinder erblickt, die sein Blut in sich tragen, entflammt seine Obsession aufs Neue. Er wird mich nie wieder gehen lassen.
Und diesmal wird er nicht sanft sein.

I never expected one reckless night to come back and haunt me like this. I signed a fake engagement with my best friend to escape my mother’s relentless pressure to settle down before I “missed my window,” just like she did after my father left. When he tried to force himself on me in his car, I slapped him hard and ended our fake relationship immediately. Heartbroken and shaken, I got drunk at a luxury hotel bar and ended up in bed with a charming stranger. The pleasure was disappointing, so in my frustrated state I insulted his performance, threw money at him, and warned him never to speak of that night again. Weeks later, my lonely mother excitedly introduced me to her new boyfriend, the man she wants to marry. It turned out to be the same stranger I paid and humiliated. Now he’s about to become my stepfather, he teases me mercilessly about that night, claiming my body while my mother is just around he corner. The forbidden attraction is dangerous and someone else knows our secret.

I was the spare daughter. The one they trained, used, and never loved. When my parents needed a sacrifice to save our pack, they offered me instead of my younger sister Aria. I was forced into a mating bond with Deucalion, the cold First Son of Blackridge, under the full moon. He knew I wasn’t the woman he wanted. In the private room after the ceremony, he took me with cold hunger. His mouth claimed mine hard. His hands shoved the gown down and closed over my breasts, thumbs dragging across my nipples until they ached. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling deep. When he finally sank into me, the stretch burned. He claimed me with powerful strokes, hips slamming deep, one hand bruising my hip as he growled against my ear, “You are not her.” My body still came for him, tight, shaking and unwanted. I endured months of isolation, his distance, and Aria’s open hatred. One violent fight finally broke me. I left in the middle of the night with nothing… not knowing his child was already grew inside me. Years later I raised our son alone. He was strong, too strong. When he took down four warriors by himself, Blackridge came hunting, claiming only their blood can pull such a feat. Deucalion stood in front of me again, demanding the boy he never knew existed. Aria had failed to give them any heir and now lay sick from the strain of their bloodline. He wanted his son. I wanted my freedom. The old mark still burned between us. I will not hand over my child easily. And if Deucalion thinks he can walk back into my life, he will learn that the spare he discarded is no longer weak.

أنا بيلا، مؤثرة أزياء ذات حجم زائد أبتسم أمام الكاميرا وأقول لآلاف المتابعين أن يحبوا منحنيات أجسامهم. لكن خلف الأبواب المغلقة؟ زوجي رايان يمزقني كل يوم. يناديني بالسمينة والمقززة ويرفض لمسي. شعرتُ بأنني لا قيمة لي… حتى وظّفتُ ماركوس، مدربي الشخصي. بكلامي أنا، بدأ الأمر كتدريبات بريئة في المنزل. ثم انفجرت التوترات. جلسة سكوات واحدة مليئة بالعرق تحولت إلى أحر قبلة في حياتي، وفجأة كنتُ أنوح باسم ماركوس بينما زوجي في العمل. كل جلسة تصبح أخطر وأكثر سخونة. أشعر بأنني مرغوبة حقًا لأول مرة منذ سنوات، لكن الشعور بالذنب والخطر يتزايدان. متابعيني يلاحظون ثقتي المتوهجة. رايان يبدأ بالاهتمام بي من جديد. وزوجة ماركوس بدأت تشك. نهايات معلقة ستخطف أنفاسك — لحظات خطرة، اكتشافات وشيكة. إذا كنتِ تحبين قصص الخيانة المحرمة، والرجال المسيطرين، والبطلات ذوات الحجم الزائد اللواتي يُستولى عليهن أخيرًا، والدراما الإيروتيكية الإدمانية، فادخلي. قصتي فوضوية، مليئة بالعرق، وإدمانية تمامًا.

⚠️WARNING This is a filthy, no-limits collection. Prepare yourself for raw and sinful content that will soak your underwears and leave you aching. These stories dive deep into dark desires including rough non-con to dubcon, forbidden claiming, age-gap seduction, group love making, degradation, public humiliation, taboo relationships, and intense multi-partner scenes. This is not a sweet romance. This is wet, boundary-pushing smut that will make you blush and squirm when no one is watching. Reader discretion is highly advised. But if you want stories that hit hard,turn you on or craves wild, intense, and deliciously wicked moments with zero apologies… Then dive in. Welcome to Wild books (Naughty collection) where good girls get claimed raw and secrets are soaked in sin. Let the depravity begin.

J’ai toujours été la fille de trop, indésirable, invisible et jetable. Alors que ma sœur Lia était chérie, j’étais celle qu’ils ont vendue pour tout sauver. Le jour de son mariage, c’est moi qui suis devenue la mariée. Voilée et silencieuse, j’ai été forcée dans le lit d’Adrian Laurent, le milliardaire froid et impitoyable qui était tombé amoureux de sa photo. Cette nuit-là, il ne savait pas que c’était moi. Ivre et brûlant de désir, il m’a plaquée au lit, a déchiré ma robe de mariée et m’a prise comme un homme possédé. Il s’enfonçait profondément en moi à chaque poussée brutale, gémissant le nom de Lia contre ma gorge tandis que je me brisais sous lui, brisée par un plaisir non désiré. Le lendemain matin, le dégoût a remplacé sa faim. Humiliée et accusée d’un crime que je n’avais pas commis, je suis devenue sa femme invisible, utilisée, ignorée et brisée. Il ne se servait de moi que pour satisfaire ses envies sexuelles, me prenant dès qu’il me voyait dans la maison, forçant sans pitié son sexe dans ma bouche et le plongeant au fond de ma gorge jusqu’à me remplir de son sperme. Après m’avoir baisée comme une esclave sexuelle, je le surprenais à faire l’amour tendrement avec ma sœur, comme un chiot devant elle. Jusqu’à ce que le secret qui grandissait dans mon ventre me donne la force de fuir. Des années plus tard, je suis revenue. Riche. Puissante. Intouchable. Mais dès qu’Adrian me revoit, et pose les yeux sur les enfants qui portent son sang, son obsession s’enflamme. Il ne me laissera plus jamais partir. Et cette fois, il ne sera pas doux.

As an adult film actress, I used to take thick cock for a living. Men who lasted hours, stretched me open, and made me squirt until my legs shook. Then I walked away. Married a rich, gentle man who knew every dirty video and still chose me. New city. New face. New name. A quiet mansion and clean life. It should have been enough. But It wasn’t. My husband finishes too fast. Five minutes and he’s done, soft, already asleep while I’m still aching and dripping. I cry. I beg for more but he tells me to manage. So I buy toys. Big realistic ones. I fuck myself raw on the bed while he’s at work, but my pussy still feels empty afterward. One evening the doorbell rings. I’m alone, already wet from my own fingers. I open the door in nothing but a towel. The delivery guy is young, handsome, thick in all the right places. I drop the towel, drop to my knees, and suck him until he’s hard as steel. Then I bend over the bed and tell him not to show mercy. He fucks me hard and deep, exactly the way I need. I’m moaning, pushing back, so close… That’s when the door opens. And that’s only the start. Another one happened the morning of my wedding. After my wedding people who I've worked with on set began reaching out to me for a scene or a night stand. People who shouldn’t touch me. Rooms that should have stayed private. Secrets that refuse to stay buried. I thought I could control the hunger but I was wrong. Warning: This story contains explicit, raw, capturing scenes that will make it hard for you to drop.

Voici la traduction en français : Je n’aurais jamais imaginé qu’une nuit d’insouciance me reviendrait hanter de cette façon. J’ai accepté un faux fiançailles avec mon meilleur ami pour échapper à la pression incessante de ma mère, qui voulait que je me range avant de « rater ma chance », comme elle l’avait fait après le départ de mon père.
Quand il a tenté de me forcer dans sa voiture, je l’ai giflé violemment et j’ai mis fin immédiatement à notre fausse relation. Le cœur brisé et encore sous le choc, je me suis saoulée au bar d’un hôtel de luxe et j’ai fini au lit avec un séduisant inconnu. Le plaisir a été décevant, alors, dans ma frustration, je l’ai insulté sur ses performances, je lui ai jeté de l’argent et je lui ai interdit de jamais reparler de cette nuit. Des semaines plus tard, ma mère, seule et excitée, m’a présentée son nouveau petit ami… l’homme qu’elle souhaite épouser.
C’était le même inconnu que j’avais payé et humilié. Aujourd’hui, il s’apprête à devenir mon beau-père. Il me taquine sans pitié à propos de cette nuit, s’empare de mon corps alors que ma mère est juste derrière la porte. L’attraction interdite est dangereuse… et quelqu’un d’autre connaît notre secret.

Voici la traduction en français : Je m’appelle Bella, une influenceuse mode plus size qui sourit devant la caméra et dit à des milliers d’abonnés d’aimer leurs courbes. Mais derrière les portes closes ? Mon mari Ryan me rabaisse tous les jours. Il me traite de grosse, de dégoûtante, et refuse de me toucher. Je me sentais nulle… jusqu’au jour où j’ai engagé Marcus, mon coach personnel. De mon propre aveu, ça a commencé par de simples séances d’entraînement à la maison. Puis la tension a explosé. Une séance de squats tout en sueur s’est transformée en le baiser le plus brûlant de ma vie, et soudain je gémissais le nom de Marcus pendant que mon mari était au travail. Chaque séance devient plus risquée et plus torride. Pour la première fois depuis des années, je me sens vraiment désirée… mais la culpabilité et le danger ne cessent de grandir. Mes abonnés remarquent mon regain de confiance. Ryan recommence à s’intéresser à moi. Et la femme de Marcus devient de plus en plus suspicieuse. Des cliffhangers à vous couper le souffle — frôlements de découverte, situations limites… Si vous aimez les histoires d’adultère interdites, les hommes dominants, les héroïnes plus size enfin conquises, et le drame érotique addictif, alors plongez. Mon histoire est sale, en sueur, et complètement addictive.

I’m Bella, a plus-size fashion influencer who smiles for the camera and tells thousands of followers to love their curves. But behind closed doors? My husband Ryan tears me down every single day. He calls me fat, disgusting, and refuses to touch me. I felt worthless… until I hired Marcus, my personal trainer. In my own words, it started as innocent home workouts. Then the tension snapped. One sweaty squat session turned into the hottest kiss of my life, and suddenly I was moaning Marcus’s name while my husband was at work. Every session gets riskier and hotter. I feel truly desired for the first time in years, but the guilt and danger keep growing. My followers notice my glowing confidence. Ryan starts paying attention again. And Marcus’s wife is getting suspicious. This book is extremely explicit. Expect raw, high-heat romance scenes packed with sweat, domination, and intense pleasure. Marcus doesn’t hold back because of my weight, rough pounding from behind while I’m bent over the workout bench, passionate mirror body claiming, shower scenes, risky quickies, and long, filthy sessions filled with dirty talk, spanking, hair-pulling, choking, and multiple explosive orgasms. He worships my thick thighs, soft belly, and heavy chest in ways my husband never did. Cliffhangers will leave you breathless, close calls, near discoveries, police cases, court rooms. If you love forbidden cheating stories, dominant men, plus-size heroines finally claimed, and addictive erotic drama, then dive in. My story is messy, sweaty, and completely addictive.

I have been neglected my entire life because I was born wolfless. My twin sister Cassia awakened at ten and became the strongest she-wolf in the pack. Everyone called her the future Luna. I became the family’s shame, the maid whose every small win was stolen. Rhett, the future Alpha, was the only one who ever saw me. Quiet walks. Secret smiles. One moment that almost ruined us both. On our eighteenth birthday the mate bond hit like fire. He claimed me in front of the entire pack instead of my sister. I rejected him to protect his future and told him to choose Cassia. Then the Moon shone only on me. The pack knelt. Cassia’s hatred turned lethal. Confined to the pack grounds, I watched him stand beside my sister in public while the bond burned in secret. Stolen nights left me shaking, his hands, his mouth, his wolf growling against my skin, only for duty to rip him away again. Each public betrayal cut deeper. Then Cassia crossed the final line. She drugged him and took him to bed. I walked in. I exposed her. After that I refused to speak to him… until he did something I could no longer ignore. Once I accepted the truth, we stopped holding back. Every chance we found, he claimed me completely, rough, desperate, endless. But the pack was already turning. A strange sickness spread and evidence pointed to me. My own parents had planned it. Cassia will stop at nothing, rumors, traps and secrets she was never meant to know. Every time we are alone the bond burns hotter, yet the danger keeps closing in. There are nights the tension feels ready to snap and there are questions about my past that no one wants answered.

I never planned on any of this. I started as a lone wolf with a nasty curse and a stolen artifact meant to fix my broken life. After one bloody fight later, I was pinned under Elias Crowe, the Alpha whose pack destroyed mine. The second our blood mixed, the fated mate bond slammed into us like lightning. Hate, heat, and raw need all at once. I should’ve killed him. Instead I ended up in his bed, then running for my life while everything I believed got ripped apart. Plot twists kept coming fast and brutal. Just when I thought I knew who the enemy was, my dead brother stepped out of the trees. Then I learned my sister survived too. And the biggest gut-punch? The man I was falling for, the one who claimed me hard and deep in the dark, was the same Alpha who convinced his father to wipe out my family. Every time I turned around, the truth twisted again. The nights were just as intense. Angry, desperate sex against walls. Slow, emotional nights where Eli took me apart and put me back together. Even a raw, adrenaline-fueled threesome that left us all shaking and bonded in ways I never expected. One final hook nearly broke me: the artifact didn’t just lift curses. It showed Eli tried to stop the massacre, and had been hunted for it ever since. If you like fast chases, enemies who become everything, primal passion, and twists that keep you guessing, dive into Bite of Betrayal. Trust me, once the bond snaps, there’s no going back.

لم أتوقع أبدًا أن ليلة طائشة واحدة ستعود لتطاردني بهذا الشكل. وقّعتُ على خطوبة وهمية مع أفضل صديق لي للهروب من ضغط والدتي المستمر كي أتزوج قبل أن «أفوت الفرصة»، تمامًا كما فاتتها بعد رحيل والدي. عندما حاول أن يفرض نفسه عليّ في سيارته، صفعته بقوة وأنهيتُ علاقتنا المزيفة فورًا. مكسورة القلب ومرتعشة، سكرتُ في بار فندق فاخر وانتهيتُ في سرير مع غريب جذاب. كانت المتعة مخيّبة للآمال، ففي حالة الإحباط التي كنتُ فيها أهنتُ أداءه، ورميتُ المال في وجهه، وحذّرتُه ألا يتحدث عن تلك الليلة أبدًا. بعد أسابيع، قدّمت لي والدتي الوحيدة بحماسٍ خطيبها الجديد، الرجل الذي تريد الزواج منه. اتضح أنه نفس الغريب الذي دفعتُ له وأهنتُه. والآن هو على وشك أن يصبح زوج أمي، يعايرني بلا رحمة بتلك الليلة، ويدّعي جسدي بينما والدتي على بعد خطوات فقط. الجذب المحرّم خطير، وهناك شخص آخر يعرف سرّنا.