Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
Warning: This collection contains explicit content, graphic language, and mature themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Some stories explore consensual BDSM, power play, taboo scenarios, and emotionally intense relationships. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters are fictional, consenting adults.
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Get ready to dive headfirst into temptation so forbidden it sets your skin on fire. Meet men who take what they want with raw, possessive hunger and women who crave every bit of it, unafraid to scream their desire.
In this collection, every stolen touch, every secret glance, every whispered command pulls you deeper into a world where rules are shattered and pleasure rules. Expect domination, surrender, and the kind of heat that leaves you breathless and begging for more.
If you crave erotic tension that lingers long after the last page, characters who are as flawed as they are irresistible, and forbidden encounters that push every limit—this collection will take you deeper into desire than you ever imagined.
Get ready to lose yourself. Because once you enter, there’s no going back.
You’ve been good long enough… it’s time to be filthy.
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Chapter: The New Priest Has A Big Black Cock (9)He stands while I remain slumped on the bench, his heavy cock pulsing inches from my face.I reach out with both hands, guiding him to my lips so I can taste the clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. But before I can savor it, his fingers lock around my wrist, pulling me violently upright off the pew.He scoops me into his arms, his strides long and heavy as he carries me toward the door of his inner office.As an altar girl, I know every hidden corner of this church—and exactly where every locked door leads.Why would he suddenly want to fuck me right here in his office?He kicks the door shut behind us, locking out the world, and sets me down on my feet.“Hands on the desk,” he commands, turning toward the dark oak cabinet.I obey without a single second of hesitation.I bend forward, gripping the edge of the polished mahogany, arching my back in silent anticipation. He turns back around holding a vial of holy oil and a bottle of cold altar water.He splatters the water over my bare
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: The New Priest Has A Big Black Cock (8)I part my lips, taking his fingers into my mouth—tasting myself, and tasting him.“Sit up,” he says, drawing his fingers back in slow motion.I part my lips just enough to drag against his skin, leaving a wet, lingering sound as his fingers slips away.I obey, facing him like an obedient penitent.He unbuckles his belt and I hate that he’s doing it himself. Usually, I love being the one who undoes a man, piece by piece.But here, apparently I don't call the shots.I should hate that.Instead I find myself settling into it, waiting for his next command.He pulls the leather from his loops, folds it, and lets it hit the floor. Then he tilts his chin, summoning me.I smile and place my palms against his chest, feeling the heat beneath his shirt as my fingers trail downward. I stop at his navel.Leaning in, I press my face against his skin and let the tip of my tongue trace the hollow of his belly button.His hands find my hair, his grip firm, as my fingers trail downward and stop above t
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: Possessed Pussy (7)I go limp again, letting my eyes fall shut as I crumple to the floor.My father’s prayers have become a distant blur. Then I hear footsteps.I keep my eyes shut.My father’s voice rises with relief. “Father.”Father Martins says nothing at first. He simply walks closer.My heart begins beating faster.Don’t move.Don’t ruin this.Latin exorcism prayers reverberate off the high ceiling.It sounds terrifying, but it does nothing to me.I let out another shrill scream, copying every ridiculous possession trick I’d read about in that book this morning.Father Martins closes in. The heavy scent of frankincense fails to hide the sweet, sharp cologne underneath.He presses the cold silver crucifix firmly against my forehead. I roll my eyes back and go completely still, pretending to lose consciousness.I expect him to keep going.Instead, his hand stays against my forehead for one second longer than necessary.Then he removes it.I can’t tell whether I’ve fooled him.“Father!” my dad gasps,
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Chapter: Possessed Pussy (6)~ Calista ~Mom comes home hours later, her face bright with satisfaction. A small smile curls her lips as she paces around the living room, humming a church hymn under her breath.I track her every move from the couch.Ever since the news broke about the old priest’s death, she’s been sullen. Nothing could cheer her up—until today.A dark rush of jealousy burns through my chest. Could the new priest be the reason?What else could explain the sudden change?No.Maybe I’m seeing what I want to see. Maybe Mom simply had a good day.But the thought of her with him crawls under my skin anyway.Across the room, Dad is buried behind his newspaper, completely oblivious. He’s too blind to notice the change in the air.“Hey,” Mom says, pointing toward the counter with bright eyes. “Did you look through the basket of cucumbers I left for you?”I don't answer.Anger, envy, and disgust knot together in my stomach. She looks too virtuous to cheat on my dad.“Mrs. Monroe asked for some,” she adds,
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Chapter: Possessed Pussy (5)The cause of death wasn't a sudden illness. It was a fatal cardiac arrest brought on by severe physical exertion during sex.It’s a secret I plan to uncover, but hearing her call that man holy grates on my nerves.“I pray for every departed soul,” I say, pushing back my chair and stepping around the desk.She doesn't flinch.I stop behind her and rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. She's wearing a conservative yellow dress that covers every inch of her body, but somehow, the fabric does nothing to hide the exceptional shape beneath it.“We pray for the saints too,” I murmur near her ear, “just as they pray for us.”She turns her head to look up at me, tears glistening in her eyes. I remain planted behind her, my hand firm on her shoulder like a shepherd guiding its flock. She dabs at the corners of her eyes with my handkerchief.“I understand, Father,” she says softly, rising slowly from her chair. “Now that you’re here, I trust you’ll be everything the old priest was to us.”My e
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Chapter: Possessed Pussy (4)~ Father Martins ~Seeing a handful of women lingering in the pews after Sunday Mass puts me on edge.It’s the same people who looked at me with open suspicion on my first day here.Unable to keep up appearances any longer, I had to excuse myself.The indoor lavatory is filthy, so I head toward the outdoor toilets, only to find a man in jeans and a wrinkled button-down standing over a girl on the cobblestones, gripping her wrists as she hides her face in distress.It’s Calista, the flower girl.Only two people had welcomed me with a smile that morning: the catechist and her.I still remember the way she looked at me. She hadn’t seemed frightened by the rumors surrounding me. If anything, she had looked relieved to see me.Up close, that same strange intensity is still there. She holds my gaze for a moment too long, as though she’s waiting for me to understand something I haven’t been told.“Forgive me, Father,” the man stammers, backing away with both hands raised. “I wasn't hurting h
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Claimed By The Mafia Don
Life can be cruel.
One moment you’re on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes—literally.
Now, I’m not just a prisoner; I’m the plaything of the most feared man in the country.
I told myself I hated him, that I’d never break.
But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire?
How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity?
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When her father’s PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago’s criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father’s alleged crime, Lucia is thrown into a world of power, control and dangerous seduction.
Dante’s control is absolute, his touch both punishing and addictive. What starts as a fight for survival turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as the lines blur between captor and captive, Lucia begins to unravel a dark truth: Dante is haunted by a past that binds them more deeply than she ever expected.
Together, they must uncover a web of lies to uncover the truth behind the fire that changed both their lives forever.
Author’s Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter: Bonus Chapter 3Dante’s POVI’d survived bullets, blood, betrayal.But nothing prepared me for the moment Lucia went into labor.It started with a sharp gasp in the middle of the night. Her fingers clutched my wrist, nails digging in like claws, and her breath came in ragged, uneven waves. I was up in a second… shirtless, gun on the nightstand forgotten, pulse pounding like I was walking into a firefight.“It’s time,” she whispered, and I swear the ground shifted beneath me.Time.I’d planned wars with less urgency than I moved that night. One call to the doctor. Another to secure the hospital route. I was calm. Efficient. A fucking machine.Until she screamed in the car.That’s when I lost it.By the time we got to the delivery room, my shirt was inside out, I’d put my suit jacket on backward, and my hands…those hands that never trembled even with a trigger under them, were shaking.She was a hurricane on that bed. Sweat running down her face. Hair plastered to her neck. Her legs trembling, fists cl
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Bonus Chapter 2Lucia’s POVIf someone told me the most painful moment of my life would also be the most beautiful, I would’ve laughed in their face.Now?Now I was gripping the edge of Dante’s wrist so tightly he might never regain circulation….and I still didn’t care.“Don’t just stand there like a statue!” I screamed, sweat sliding down my temple. “Do something!”He blinked down at me, clearly fighting for composure, though the vein in his neck was twitching and his shirt was inside out, his hair looked like he’d run through a storm. “I am doing something,” he said too calmly. “I’m here. I’m being supportive.”“Supportive?” I seethed. “You’re pacing like a caged lion and offering me water, Dante. I don’t need water. I need this child out of me!”His mouth opened like he had something clever to say, but the nurse glanced up from the monitor, cutting him off.“She’s at nine centimeters. Almost time.”Dante paled. Visibly.I almost laughed if it weren’t for the fact that another contraction slammed i
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Chapter: Bonus Chapter 1Dante’s POVHospitals made me uneasy.Not for the usual reasons. It wasn’t the sterile air or the too-clean walls or the faint scent of bleach that lingered like regret. No. It was the waiting.The fucking waiting.I’d stood in burning warehouses, blood soaking through my shirt, with my Glock still hot from a kill, and I was calmer than I was right now. But nothing in that building was trying to kill me.Except my own thoughts.Lucia sat beside me in the private OB consultation room I had reserved—one of those quiet, high security clinics where no one saw you unless I said so.It wasn’t cheap. But nothing about that pregnancy had been. She was quiet, too. Hands folded over her stomach. It was still small. Barely a bump. But I saw it. I saw him or her… hell, I didn’t even know which was growing in her yet.Inside my woman.My throat felt tight.“How much longer?” I asked, not to anyone in particular.Lucia gave me a side-glance. “They’re only five minutes late.”Yeah. Five minutes felt
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Epilogue~*Three Years Later*~Lucia’s POVThe smell of antiseptic was the first thing that hit me. Faint, but always there. It clung to the whitewashed walls and vinyl chairs, mixed with the scent of overwatered plants and the too-sweet coffee from the vending machine in the hallway…like the place was trying too hard to feel comforting. Like it forgot that most of us walking through these doors weren’t looking for comfort. We were looking for pieces of someone we used to know.I hated it.But I came anyway.Every month. Without fail.“Mommy, is Grandpa going to remember me today?” Enea asked, small hand gripping mine tightly.I looked down at him—his dark curls unruly, his lashes long like his father’s. He was the perfect mix of us, and somehow, all his own.“I don’t know, baby,” I said gently. “But we’re going to try.”He nodded, brave even at three. Brave like Dante.When we entered the sunlit visiting room, I spotted my father immediately. He was sitting by the window, his face tilted towa
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Chapter: Chapter 93 - I Want It All With Her Dante’s POV~*Six Months Later*~She never stopped writing.Even when everything was burning, even when her hands were bloodstained from rebuilding it—Lucia still wrote with that wild, brilliant look in her eyes. The one that said the world inside her mind was louder than anything outside it.I didn’t understand it then.Now I did.Lucia didn’t just survive, she transmuted our ruin into something sacred. Turned chaos into meaning. Turned me into a man worth being written about.And today… she was the name on everyone’s lips.Number one on the damn bestseller list. That’s what her assistant had said when she called to tell her the news. Lucia had blinked like she didn’t believe it… then cried like she did.I should’ve been the one to take her to that TED Talk. I wanted to be. But I had something to arrange.She left that morning in a cream dress that clung to her in all the right places, soft and flowing like something out of a Parisian daydream. Her hair was down. No jewelry. Just tha
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Chapter: Chapter 92 - Even Peace Has TeethLucia’s POVI stayed by the window, letting the silence wrap around me. The warehouse fire still haunted me, but the truth had finally come to light. The journalist was in custody now. He’d cracked under pressure and spilled everything—names, dates, motives. And just like that, the pieces slid into place with terrifying clarity.Gabriel and Vincenzo hadn’t just been trying to tear down Dante’s empire, they wanted to gut him from the inside out. Make him watch his power, control, and legacy go up in flames. And they used my father to do it.He didn’t get that warehouse job by chance. It wasn’t luck, or timing, or fate. They put him there.And the fire? It was never an accident. It was a message. My father was the spark they used to start the blaze.I thought about all the nights I’d lain awake, trying to make sense of it. But now, I had answers. The shadows had names. And for once, it wasn’t Dante who put us in danger.There were days I didn’t think I could look at him without remembe
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Chapter: Chapter 7ROBERT'S POVI sat at my desk, polishing the pistol that once belonged to my father. The metal gleamed under the soft light of the lamp.I didn’t have much to my name, at least not officially, but power was something I’d always been able to grasp.It was like an art form—knowing how to pull the strings, manipulate the right people. And I’d done it well, especially with Ryan.I clenched my jaw and pushed the pistol aside, reaching for the old photograph of Jane on my desk.Her face was soft, kind-too kind for this world. I used to think she was my anchor, the one thing that kept me grounded. But that was before everything fell apart. Before Ophelia.I remember the day Jane died like it was yesterday. The doctors told me there was a choice-save the mother or save the child.I knew what my answer was. Jane should have lived. She was everything to me, and that child, that wretched girl, was nothing more than a burden from the start. But Jane, sweet, selfless Jane, made the decision for us
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Chapter: Chapter 6VIVIAN'S POVI stormed out of the conference room, my heels stabbing into the marble floor with every furious step as I made my way to the sanctuary of my office. The door slammed behind me, the glass walls trembling with the force, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with anger, breath coming in ragged bursts as if each exhale was filled with venom.“Why the fuck is she back?!” I screamed into the empty room, my voice cracking, raw from disbelief.My hands shook as I reached for the smooth metal tag on my desk that read *Managing Director*. My fingers wrapped around it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I stared at it—my own reflection glaring back at me, twisted with rage. Then, with a guttural cry, I hurled it across the room. It crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces, much like my composure."She’s back." I whispered the words softly, not wanting to believe them, but they felt heavy like something bad was about to happen.My min
Last Updated: 2024-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 5Ryan's POVI’m about to lose my mind. She is driving me the fuck crazy.She has changed. She is different. She is no longer the lady I knew.First, she appeared wearing a dress that hugged her curves in every right place after disappearing for three years, and now she’s become a shareholder. Not just a shareholder, but a major one.Which means I would be seeing more of her often.“Well, since the deal is finalized, I’d like to excuse myself. I’ll be back in some minutes.”She stood up, flashing a smile. That smile again.That smile that’s been making me weak in the knees ever since she arrived. Her assistant stood to follow her, but she declined and left the room alone.I needed to talk to her, and if I could, now is the right time.I stood up and slipped out of the office.Where did she go?I walked through the corridor, scanning my eyes around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but to no avail.I was about to give up when the fresh scent of wildflowers filled my lungs. I turned to me
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 4Ophelia's POVI love summer—warm and vibrant, bringing life to everything. I love the cool breeze that follows rain, refreshing and calming. But what I love the most is the expression on their faces—the shock, the disbelief, and the despair."THE CEO OF WESTBROOK LIMITED"Fuck, the introduction sounds even better than I had expected. I waited three years—three fucking years—to see this look on their faces.It’s been three years since I left New York. One year of wallowing in self-pity and agony, and two years of meticulously planning my revenge.And it was all worth it.Ryan!He hasn’t changed a bit. He still has those captivating green eyes. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. Their eyes both did.I shifted my gaze to Vivian, who looked petrified like she had just seen a ghost.We all stood. I had a subtle smile on my face. I was enjoying every bit of this moment.“I am Anna. You’re welcome, ma’am. You can have your seat.”A young lady, who I guessed to be Ryan’s assistant, ushered
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Chapter: Chapter 3Ryan's POVTHREE YEARS LATER“Sir.”I flickered my gaze to my assistant, Anna. She had her hands folded behind her while she stared at me.“I’m almost done.”I instructed, not missing the smile that appeared on her face. Keeping her past her usual hours was a common occurrence lately, and I totally understood she was tired.The past few weeks have been super hectic for me and, even more so, for the company. The huge deal I’ve been chasing for months finally fell through, and today, I’d be meeting the anonymous CEO of Westbrook Limited.Westbrook Limited has been a perfect collaborator and partner for GrayCorp, the company I was currently heading.My father finally gave up his position for me and stepped down so I could take control. I thought I was going to get my life together then, but it’s never been more miserable. Probably because I still spend time wondering about those two brown eyes filled with regret and disappointment that left my life three years back without any traces—or
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 2“We did everything we could, Mrs. Gray, but we couldn’t save the baby. I’m so sorry. This is the third miscarriage. Due to the extensive scarring, I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry a pregnancy to term again. You need to take care of yourself. Wait, ma’am, where are you going? You aren’t fine yet. Mrs. Gray!” The doctor’s words kept flooding my mind. That was the moment my whole world came crashing down. That was when I finally allowed myself to drown in the sea of despair. It’s been two weeks since I woke up in a hospital bed, and the doctor’s words lingered. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I lost my baby again—the fourth time. I lost four chances at motherhood, and I’m never getting it back. My grip tightened on the invitation letter in my hands. It wasn’t just any invitation—it was for my sister’s wedding. She was marrying none other than my husband. Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
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