LOGIN"You're tight," his deep voice murmured in my ear as I felt his wet tongue on my neck. My legs quivered, the walls of my pussy clenching together. "Brace yourself, don't expect me to go easy. I will fuck you hard even if you're a virgin," he nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I bring you pain as well as pleasure," he warned before ramming into me. Rated 18+. Warning: This book contains explicit and mature content with no filters. All Shades of Passion is a collection of short stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves. Who we are and what we want. Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure. From a young virgin who is desperate for sex, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student. It is packed full of BDSM, forbidden love, harems, orgies, boy love (MM), girl fantasy (GG), and age gap romance. No judgment or prejudice. It's raw, it's real and it's dark. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans both great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.
View MoreA Note from Ivy Walters To everyone who picked up "All Shades of Passion" and stayed until the very last page of the last book — thank you 🙏💞😍. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your imagination, and your emotions. You followed Maya into danger and desire, walked with Monalisa through a world she never imagined, cheered for Steven as he finally chose himself, held your breath alongside Sheila as she wrestled with feelings she couldn't name, and rooted for Bailey and Mark even when the odds were stacked against them. Five stories. Five worlds. Five hearts laid bare. That was never just writing for me. That was me pouring something real onto the page and hoping it would find the right readers. And it did. It found you. This collection may have reached its final chapter, but the characters live on as long as you remember them. Share their stories. Recommend them to a friend who loves a little heat, a little heart, and a whole lot of complicated feelings. That is how storie
Bailey POVThree years later.The Olympic Stadium in Paris was nothing like anything I had ever seen.Eighty thousand seats rising into the sky like a cathedral built for speed. Flags from every nation hanging from the upper decks, snapping in the warm summer breeze. The track was blue, bright and clean, glowing under the afternoon sun like a stage waiting for its performers.And in lane four, my husband was stretching behind the blocks.Mark Kingsley. Twenty-two years old. College graduate. Professional athlete. Olympic finalist.My husband.The word still made my chest flutter, even after a whole year of marriage. The diamond on my finger caught the sunlight every time I moved my hand, throwing tiny rainbows across my skin. Big. Ridiculous. The kind of ring a man buys when he wants the whole world to know you're taken.That was Mark.Always making sure the whole world knew.I pressed my hand against my belly. Six months. The bump was round and firm under my sundress, and the baby
Bailey POV The Monday after the nationals, I walked into the USATF Academy like I owned the place. Not because I was fearless. My hands were shaking inside my jacket pockets and my stomach was doing flips with every step. But I was done letting fear choose my posture. Done walking in with my head down, eyes on the floor, hoping nobody would notice me. Those days were over. The hallway was busy. Morning rush. Athletes moving between changing rooms. Coaches gathered near the staff room with their coffees and their sideways glances. Every single one of them had seen the headlines. Every single one of them had watched the clip of Mark telling the world he loved me. I could feel it in the way the air shifted when I walked past. The way conversations paused for half a second before picking back up. Let them look. Let them whisper. I had somewhere to be. I dropped my bag in the staff room, grabbed my clipboard, and headed for the track. My group was already warming up. Mark was among
Bailey POV The flight back from Oregon was nothing like the flight in. On the way there, it was just us. Quiet. Focused. Two people with a race to prepare for and a secret to protect. On the way back, Mark Kingsley was a national champion. And his declaration of love for his coach was already trending online. My phone started buzzing before we even landed in Indianapolis. Notifications stacking on top of each other so fast the screen couldn't keep up. Social Media. News alerts. Messages from numbers I didn't recognize. I turned it off and shoved it into my bag. Mark reached over and squeezed my hand. "You okay?" he asked. "Ask me tomorrow." He smiled. But I wasn't smiling. Because I knew what was coming. By the time we landed and I turned my phone back on, the damage was already done. The clip of Mark's press conference had gone viral. Every sports outlet in the country had picked it up. His face. My face. The kiss at the finish line. The words "Bailey Adams i
Sheila's POVBobby wasn't alone.I came downstairs to find three guys in my living room. Bobby stood by the door in dark jeans and a button-down that actually fit him well. Beside him were two others I vaguely recognized from campus."Sheila, hey," Bobby said, his eyes doing that thing again where
Sheila's POVZuki stared at me like I'd just revealed I'd never seen the ocean."Let me get this straight," she said. "Greg is out there being Las Vegas's most notorious playboy, and you're sitting here as Las Vegas's last virgin?""It's not a competition," I muttered."Clearly," she said. "Because
Sheila's POVSunday morning came lazy and warm.I was sprawled on the living room couch in shorts and an old t-shirt, half-watching some cooking show on TV. No work. No plans. Just me and mindless television.After last night, after everything Zuki had said and offered, I needed the mental break.I
Sheila's POVI lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all over again.Zuki naked and beautiful, the gigolo's hands on her body. His mouth on her pussy. Her moans filling the living room.And then Zuki between my legs.Her fingers inside me.Tha












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