LOGINShe found out her ex borrowed loan in her name and used the only house her father gave her as a collateral a day before his death so she let his father fuck her in her mourning dress during his funeral service. She caught her hockey captain boyfriend giving bj to his teammate so she stepped walked up to the principal which was his father and dropped her panties in front of him. Caught her husband of five years dryhumping her sister so she signed the divorce papers and fucked her dad before him while he was forced to watch. Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts is a scorching collection of standalone short stories where scorned women turn the ultimate betrayal into their most delicious revenge. After being lied to, cheated on, and discarded like yesterday’s news, these fierce, broken-hearted heroines decide the best way to destroy their exes isn’t violence or drama — it’s pleasure. Raw, forbidden, mind-blowing pleasure in the arms (and bed) of the one man their ex could never compete with: his own father. From the ruthless billionaire patriarch they once feared… to the magnetic silver-fox rival they secretly admired… these older, dominant, dangerously possessive men don’t just give them revenge, they give them passion so intense it rewrites their entire lives. Expect filthy, addictive age-gap erotica packed with power plays, jealous exes losing their minds, family scandals that shake New York’s elite circles, and heroines who walk out of luxurious bedrooms completely transformed — bolder, stronger, and deliciously ruined in the best possible way. Because sometimes, the sweetest revenge isn’t making him cry. It’s making his father moan your name.
View MoreChapter 4I saw Ethan the second he stepped through the compound gates. Confident strides, shoulders back, that smug look on his face like he still owned the world. Like he hadn’t been balls-deep in my maid of honor three nights ago while staring me down. My stomach twisted, but not with pain anymore. With something darker. Hotter. I was already moving before he even reached the front steps.I knew where Adrian would be. His study. The same room where this had all started. I pushed the door open without knocking.He was dressing. Shirt half-buttoned, belt in his hands, that broad chest still bare. Silver at his temples catching the light. He looked up, eyes darkening the moment he saw me.I didn’t speak. I crossed the room fast, grabbed his face, and kissed him hard. Tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting the coffee and the man I’d become obsessed with. My hands went straight to his belt, yanking it open, shoving his pants down just enough.“Bend me over the desk,” I breathed against
Chapter 3I couldn’t take it anymore. Three days. Three fucking days since Adrian last used my body while I was out cold, and the ache between my legs had turned into a constant, throbbing need. I paced the townhouse like a caged animal, my pussy wet and empty, clenching around nothing every time I remembered his thick cock stretching me. I touched myself constantly but never let myself cum. I wanted it to build. I wanted to be desperate enough to do anything.That night I waited in his bedroom, heart hammering. The clock ticked past midnight, then one, then two. I was naked already, skin hot, nipples hard, my shaved cunt slick and dripping down my thighs. When I finally heard the front door open and his heavy footsteps, I stayed hidden in the shadows of his room. He looked exhausted—tie loose, jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes half-closed. He didn’t even turn on the light. Just kicked off his shoes, dropped onto the massive bed face-up, and groaned as he passed out almost instantl
Chapter 2The maid entered quietly the next morning. She carried a heavy silver tray and set it on the table beside the bed without a sound. Her eyes stayed low, respectful, the way people looked at someone who mattered.“Miss Tessa,” she said, voice soft. “Lord Adrian gave orders before he left. We are to treat you like royalty. He is out for the day, but every need of yours must be met. Whatever you want—food, bath, anything—just say.”I pushed myself up against the pillows. My body ached in the best way. Between my legs I still felt the stretch from the night before, and when I shifted I could feel the dried stickiness on my thighs. I remembered it all. The wet heat of his tongue dragging over my pussy while I was gone. The slow, deep push of his cock opening me up. My body had clenched around him even though I couldn’t move. I had liked it. More than liked it. I had wanted to stay like that forever—limp, used, full of him.Later that afternoon, I looked at the maid while she poure
STORY TEN: THE MAYFAIR SOMNOPHILIA SEDUCTIONChapter 1I saw them the second I stepped onto the balcony for air. My silk gown whispered around my legs, the engagement ring heavy on my finger. Ethan, my fiancé, had his pants down and was balls-deep in Rachel, my maid of honor. Her back was against the stone railing, legs wrapped around him, dress bunched at her waist. He was thrusting hard, grunting with every push, her moans loud even over the music coming from inside the ballroom.My stomach dropped. I froze. He didn’t see me at first. Then his eyes lifted and locked on mine. He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking her, staring at me like I was the one who had done something wrong.I turned and ran. Straight through the crowd, past the shocked faces, out the front doors of the Mayfair hotel. I didn’t have my coat. The night air was cold on my bare arms, but I didn’t feel it. I just kept walking fast in my heels until the lights of the ballroom were far behind me.I knew where to go. Eth
PART TWORoman’s mouth was ravenous. He sealed his lips fully around Elodie’s dripping pussy and sucked hard, drawing her swollen folds and creamy arousal into his hot mouth with a filthy, wet sound. His tongue flattened and dragged up her slit in one long, possessive stroke, tasting every drop of
STORY NINE: THE WEDDING THAT CHOSE THE FATHER PART ONEElodie stood before the tall gilded mirror in the bridal suite of the opulent London hotel attached to Westminster, her white wedding gown hugging every curve. The dress was a masterpiece—silk and lace clinging to her full breasts, cinched wai
PART TWOThey barely made it to the marble shower before Eliot had her pressed against the cool tile, one thick thigh hooked over his hip as he slid back into her cum-slick pussy in one smooth thrust.Water cascaded over their joined bodies. Anne’s head fell back against the wall, moans echoing off
STORY EIGHT: THE INHERITANCE GAMEPART ONEAnne Hargrove stood in the middle of the master bedroom on what should have been their third anniversary, staring at the contract her husband Ethan had left open on his laptop like a deliberate slap to the face.She had been sold.Not metaphorically. Liter






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