ログインChapter 2Theron’s cock pressed harder against me. The head was hot and thick. He did not push in yet. He just stayed there, holding my hips open with both hands.“You feel that?” he asked, his voice quiet near my ear.I nodded against the pillow. The belt and scarf kept my wrists locked above my head. I could not move far.“Answer me.”“Yes.”“Good.” He shifted his weight. One slow push and the head slid inside. The stretch burned. I sucked in a sharp breath. He stopped halfway and stayed still.“Breathe,” he said. “You’re taking all of it.”“It’s too much.”“No. It’s exactly enough.” He pushed deeper. Inch by inch until his hips met my ass. Full. Deep. I felt him everywhere. My cock twitched against the sheets, still hard from the spanking and his fingers.Theron held still for a long moment. Then he pulled back and thrust in again. Steady. Controlled. Each stroke went deep and stayed there a second before he pulled out almost all the way.“You were loud earlier,” he said between th
This collection contains explicit BDSM, graphic sex, creampies, cum play, and taboo relationships between consenting adult men (step-family, siblings, parent/adult-child, cousins). All characters are 18+. Pure fantasy, strictly BL. These series does not endorse real-world incest or non-consent. Reader discretion advised. Proceed only if you are comfortable with dark, forbidden erotic BL content.Chapter 1The new house still smelled like someone else’s life. Three weeks after Mom married his dad, I was stuck in a room that used to be a guest room. Everything felt temporary. The walls were thin. I could hear Theron moving around next door, the soft thud of his feet, the quiet close of a drawer.Dinner had been awkward again. Mom and his dad talked about work. Theron sat across from me and said, almost casual, “Thin walls in this place. People should keep their private habits quieter.” He looked right at me when he said it. I felt heat crawl up my neck and stayed quiet the rest of the m
Noelle's POVSix months after the fairy-tale wedding that brought together our world of kindergarten teachers, community allies, and of course, Miller and his wonderful family, the private tropical island in the South Pacific looked like a dream brought to life.The turquoise ocean lapped softly against white sand, and tropical flowers bloomed in brilliant shades of pink and gold along the shoreline. There were no reporters, no corporate board members, and no dangerous enemies searching for us. Just Nash and me, wrapped in total peace.I stood on the wide wooden balcony of our beachfront villa, wearing a flowing white silk dress that brushed gently against my legs. The soft ocean breeze played with my hair, carrying the sweet scent of saltwater and hibiscus.I rested both my hands over my soft, noticeably rounded stomach, a radiant smile spreading across my lips.Over the past few months, my body had transformed. I was growing our baby, carrying the priceless miracle we had discovered
Noelle's POV The deafening roar of the compound exploding shook the ground beneath our feet, sending vibrations right through the thick steel walls of the safe room. Smoke began to seep through the tiny gaps around the door."We need to move," Nash commanded, then he grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me towards a secondary emergency exit door hidden in the corner of the vault.I wondered how he knew Volkov’s safe house so well.Nash pressed forward, grabbed an iron pipe by the side and used it against the metal door lock until he destroyed it, then he swung the door open, pulling us outside. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we sprinted away into the safety of the dark treeline just as a massive blast blew the entire compound behind us into roaring fire.We stood side by side in the treeline watching Volkov’s empire compound collapse into flames.The nightmare was finally over. Volkov was gone, and the syndicate had been completely dismantled.Two days later, the world returned t
When Nash returned to the underground bunker twenty minutes later, he knew instantly that something was terribly wrong.The heavy steel entrance door hung open, its frame blackened and scorched by explosive charges. Inside, the red emergency lights flickered uselessly against the empty room. Nash dropped his weapons, his heart slamming against his ribs as he rushed inside. He eyes scanned the room wildly."Noelle!" Nash roared, his deep voice echoing in the bunker.There was no answer. Only the shattered remains of the iron desk lamp lying on the floor, alongside a single strip of torn white fabric from Noelle's shirt.Nash stood in the center of the ruined room, his breathing heavy and ragged. A terrifying, unhinged fury washed over him, turning his dark eyes into pure, lethal ice. He pulled out his encrypted comms unit, his fingers trembling with a dark, violent rage."Miller," Nash growled, his voice so dangerously cold it sounded barely human. "Track the satellite feeds around th
Noelle's POV"Volkov's network is tracking our old safehouse locations," Nash explained, his voice turning ice-cold and focused as he locked a bulletproof gear I didn't know he carried here into place. "Miller set up a digital decoy three miles north. It's a trap. I'm going to leak the fake location to Volkov's top mercenary lieutenant, draw their heavy strike team away from this sector, and take out their communications setup."A wave of sharp anxiety washed over me. I stood up from the bed, stepping over to him. "It's too risky. What if Volkov realizes it's a trap?"Nash stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my head against his chest. I could hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heart beat. "He won't," Nash promised, pressing a long, wet kiss on the crown of my head. "Miller is staying on the encrypted comms line to monitor the security feeds. The main entrance steel door is double-deadbolted from the inside. Nothing can break through this concrete vault while I'm g
Emily's povI slammed the front door harder than I meant to, my university backpack still slung over one shoulder. The house smelled the same, with Mark's cologne hitting my nostrils. I’d been back less than two hours and we were already fighting.“You can’t just tell me what to do anymore, Mark! I
Elena's povI’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.She was a high-end client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm fr
I shifted under the thin blanket on the floor of Sarah’s bedroom, the hardwood floor pressing uncomfortably against my hip. The clock on the nightstand glowed at 1:17am.Sarah’s soft snores filled the room, steady and deep. We’d stayed up late watching movies and gossiping like always. But tonight,
Aima's pov My body was still buzzing from the last creampie, his cum slowly leaking from my swollen pussy onto the sheets. I trembled as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two items, my pink rose vibrator and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps.“Look at you,” he murmured, his vo







