Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
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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Warning:
This collection contains explicit sexual 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 aged 18 and above.
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Chapter: Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (8)He moves back to my head and I watch, panting as he smoothly adjusts the bench I’m lying on.It hinges slightly, tilting my head back and down until it hangs just over the edge, his dick inches from my face.The machine’s relentless motion takes my breath away, making my neck arch and my vision swim. “Don’t you dare,” Klaus commands. “Keep your eyes on me.”My eyes snap open immediately.I watch him take off the condom and grab a wipe from the shelf, wiping his cock slowly.He seems to be obsessed with cleanliness.His heavy hand cups my jaw next.His fingers are tight before he delivers a light, stinging slap to my cheek. The shock makes my head snap slightly.“Open your mouth, Alexa,” he commands, his voice low and devoid of warmth. “Let’s see how much you truly love to scream.”I obey, heart hammering in my chest.My jaw drops open, my tongue slick with anticipation.He steps closer, and then he is upon me. His massive hot dick is pressed against my chin before he slams it into my
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (7)Klaus steps back around the bench and I twist my head over my shoulder to watch him.He looks like a predator assessing his prey; calm, lethal, and completely in control. He goes on his knees, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his gaze to the trembling space between my thighs.His thick, calloused finger grazes my core, and a sudden heat spreads through me, making my stomach flutter.I want more, need more, but the gag muffles every plea.The gentle pressure teases me and I tremble. Not just from his touch, but from knowing he controls how far I’ll go.Then he slips it inside, stretching me, and the sudden fullness makes me lose control.“So tight,” he says, surprise evident in his tone. His voice rumbling low enough to sink into my bones. “You’re so incredibly tight, little mouse.”He begins to move. Slow at first. Then faster.The pleasure is far too intense for such a small thing.He’s skilled. God, he knows what he’s doing.Another finger joins the first.My body tries to leap off
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Exquisite Pleasure-Pain (6)~ Alexa ~ I gasp, my lungs seizing up as his words hit me. The playful cruelty in his voice slices right through the thick haze of pleasure-pain, and for the first time, a small part of my brain manages to surface. Everything about this, the hot wax, the shock of the ice, the agonizing depth of the hook, is designed to drive me insane. It shouldn’t feel good, yet I’m a mess of trembling want. A reaction I never knew I was capable of. And the fact that a part of me responds at all makes something old and cold inside me twitch awake. I don’t want to think about where that feeling comes from, but my mind trips over the past anyway. Only three people have ever touched me in all twenty-six years of my life… first was my father, who started abusing me at age seven. Then Marcel and Hunter, my exes. I honestly thought I wasn’t capable of enjoying sex. I mean, I think about it… I imagine myself with random men and even women. But anytime I did it, it always felt wrong and I
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (5)That desire is a beautiful thing. That’s what I crave: complete, consuming dependency on my next choice. I pick up the low-temp candle, my pulse thrumming with the need to own her completely. The way she trembles blind beneath me feeds the chaos I’ve barely learned to contain. I tilt the candle and watch a drop of deep red wax fall. I don't aim for the already tortured core, but just beside it, onto her incredibly sensitive, pulsing inner thigh. I watch the wax hit and instantly harden into a tight warm shell against her skin. She lets out a startled animal sound that vibrates right through me. "That's how you use your voice," I breathe, my fingers trailing the hot, new line of wax. "I told you to arch. Now, hold it, little mouse. Burn for Daddy." I shift instantly. My hand snatches an ice cube from the small silver bucket nearby. The shockwave is essential, and I waste no time in delivering it. The ice is wet and shockingly cold. Her breath stutters in the quiet. I
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (4)~ Klaus ~ I’ve been watching her for months now, waiting for the exact moment she’d fall neatly into my hands. People whisper that I’m a psychopath. But they don’t understand me. I go after what I want, and I don’t apologize for it. Call it obsession if it makes you sleep better, but it is what it is… Alexa. My little mouse. The treasure I’ve stalked for months, circling her like a patient predator hunting for the single key that would open her. And now I finally have her laid out in front of me. Her sounds hit me with a force I didn’t anticipate, burning their way under my skin. I draw in air to steady the need clawing at me. I’m a cop… at least on paper. My jerk of a father made sure of that. He said it would “help me act right” and “show me what happens to the bad guys.” But what it really did was show me how little the rules matter when you can bend them and never get caught. The air in my torture room has that cold, sanitized smell that always sharpens my focus. I br
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (3)My muscles move without conscious thought. I step over the discarded dress and walk to the padded bench. A small hesitation runs through me, the last bit of control I’ve always clung to. The quiet in the room feels amplified by my own pulse, reminding me that I crossed a line the moment I stepped toward him. Every part of me is alert and braced for whatever comes next. I turn to lie on my stomach, cheek pressed against the slightly cool vinyl. My heart hammers so violently it sends tremors through the padding beneath me, tightening everything inside me in a way I can’t ignore. Klaus is beside me immediately. I hear the quick click of metal and something thick wraps around one of my wrists and I feel the cold slide of a lock. “Hands flat, palms down,” he murmurs, his breath hot next to my ear as I obey. “Good. Don’t move.” The other wrist is secured then my ankles are spread wide and clamped. The restraints are padded heavy leather, but the final snap of the lock makes them feel
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Ex Wife’s Revenge
"You taste like my new favorite addiction"
He grunted as I broke from the kiss.
He then strokes my folds with gentle hands and I get on my tiptoes, chasing the spark of pleasure that spreads between my legs and tightens my belly. He thrusted his fingers in me and I let out a hard wince
“You’re soaking wet for me. Your cunt is thrilled for my fingers. Don't fight it, you want me. Don't you?"
He whispers as he licks my earlobe and I let out a soft moan.
"Don't"
I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.
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Three years after she walked out of her marriage, Ophelia returned to New York with a sole purpose in mind, to get revenge on her ex husband.
She planned to destroy him and make him suffer for all the pain he caused her. But when she uncovered the truth, and found out exactly what happened, she was even more devastated. She also realized that she still had feelings for him.
Will she let go of her past grudge and give their relationship another shot? Or will she stay firm to her plan and get revenge on him for good?
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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
Last Updated: 2024-09-09
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
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
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
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
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