MasukGet 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. ~~~ 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.
Lihat lebih banyak~ Marco ~She shouldn’t be on her knees for me.Not in this house.Not with the door unlocked and the house filled with staffs.But I can’t stop staring.The Elena I knew—the quiet, careful one—was gone. This woman kneeling in front of me is all heat and hunger, bold and unafraid. My chest tightens and my pulse races at the thought that I might be the one to finally claim her, to make her mine in a way no one else ever could.I’ve watched her shrink under the boss’s cold, controlling hands, flinching at the slightest brush of his sleeve, hiding behind polite smiles.Tonight, none of that remains. Her fingers brush mine, her lips part, and every gasp tells me she’s finally free… if only for now.For a moment I just freeze. I shouldn’t be the one she turns to. But she is.Waiting for me to ruin her.I hook an arm under her thighs and lift, my fingers tremble just slightly as I adjust her leg. I wonder if I should stop, but the need inside me refuses.Her breath hitches, a warm, tremblin
He kisses me like he’s starving, and I match him breath for breath.“Was it that obvious that I wanted you?” he murmurs against my mouth, his accent thick.“Yes. I’ve noticed for a while now.” I breathe.“I see how the boss treats you, and I hate it. I fucking hate it,” he says, jaw tightening.He presses me back into the bed, and every inch of me thrums under his touch.I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and letting every thought of Charles fade away.“Shh… He doesn’t matter right now,” I whisper, and I mean it. “What matters is this. You—us.”“Good,” he says, low and certain. “Because I’ll make you feel what he never could.”His words go straight to my core and I clench him tighter, heat pooling like fire.Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching tiny specks floating in the cool air. His cologne mingling with the faint scent of the sheets.“Please… I can’t wait anymore,” I plead.He murmurs against my skin at the base of my neck, teeth grazing, lips sucking lightly.
Everything stills… even the sounds pulsing through my AirPods. Marco stands in the doorway, frozen, a dark intensity in his eyes. His eyes stay locked on my pussy before dragging upward reluctantly. I yank the blanket over myself and pull out the AirPods. The silence that follows is deafening, except for the roar in my chest. It hits me then; how long it’s been since anyone looked at me with anything but duty. Even my husband stopped months ago like I’d become another piece of furniture in his house. “What are you doing in here?” My voice sounds foreign. He doesn’t answer right away. His chest rises and falls slowly. Then with a low and controlled voice: “I heard you scream.” His words leave me breathless. “What?” He nods, eyes flickering. Heat rushes to my face as it dawns on me… I must have been too loud. “I thought you were in trouble,” he adds. “Right.” I force a weak laugh that dies halfway. “And now you’ve seen enough to write a report.” Marco doesn’t move. He just s
I really wanted to do something reckless last night, but I didn’t. As mad as I was about finding out Charles has been cheating on me, I just couldn’t.It’s humiliating how instinctively loyal I am. Like my body refuses to betray a man who already betrayed me.The kitchen smells like toasted bread and coffee when I walk in. Morning light pools on the marble counters like something holy.Exhaustion drapes over me; my head throbs, my heart feels… hollow.Eli, the chef, is already plating breakfast. He’s younger than most of the staff here, probably twenty six. Tall, warm brown skin, arms roped with lean muscle from kneading dough and lifting pans. A small gold cross hangs around his neck.I’ve never really looked at him before. Not properly.He glances at me and his eyes soften a little.“You didn’t sleep,” he says.“That obvious?” I murmur.He quirks his eyebrow as if he knows there’s more I’m not saying but I don’t give him anything.He clears his throat. “Everything alright?”I stare
~ Elena ~ I’ve been in this house for three weeks without him. The silence now feels like a third body in the bed. His scent is already fading from the pillows, and every night it became harder to pretend the marriage was something warm. We don’t touch the way we used to. Not that we ever really did. He always kissed me like he was late for something and acted like he was afraid of wanting me too much. Or maybe of me wanting him too much. I used to think marriage would be warmth. Two bodies learning each other. But with Charles it has always been duty. Routine. The kind of sex where I had to swallow my own moans so he wouldn’t come too fast. But I can’t take the hunger anymore. The ache sits heavy between my thighs. I need something, anything to quench this hunger. But I can’t cheat. I’m stuck with him. I stare at my phone for a long time. My thumb hovers over his name. I’ve been telling myself it’s stupid and desperate. Pathetic even. But the loneliness is louder than my prid
~ Chloe ~“No, no, no,” Dean mumbles as his phone keeps buzzing. “That’s my wife. That’s definitely my wife.”He’s pale and terrified. Typical Dean.That woman definitely has him leashed.“Just ignore it,” I say, taking my mouth off his cock.“Ig—ignore? I can’t. I have to take her call. I always do.” His head jerks from side to side, like he’s trying to tear off the blindfold without using his hands.“Stay still,” I snap, stepping closer.My heels click against the floor; the room is too cold for bare skin, and his breath fogs faintly in the air.“You will not take that call while you’re under me.”His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, blindfolded and quivering. “But… I have to… she—”I lean down so my lips hover near his ear. “No one else matters right now. Only me. Do you hear me?”He nods and stills, but the panic hasn’t left his body.Good. I need him trembling. It’s the only way I can breathe around what I’ve done.The phone stops ringing and I close my hand around his cock agai












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