로그인This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)
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If you haven’t read Mafia Men VI – Alessandro’s Games, stop right here. Seriously, close this book, go read that one, and then come back. Trust me, you’re going to need the backstory, the drama, and all the twists to fully get what’s about to happen here. This book kicks off right where Alessandro’s Games left us hanging. No time skips, no recaps. You’ll want to know who everyone is, why they act the way they do, and what’s already gone down to set the stage for what’s next. So, if you haven’t been introduced to the chaos, deception, and mind games Alessandro and Viviane wrapped up in the last book, hit pause on this one. Read it, live it, and then come back to this book and get ready for more. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book, including all its content, is protected by copyright laws. All rights are reserved by the author, and no part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or otherwise utilized in any form or by any means—whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the express written permission of the copyright holder. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work is prohibited and may result in legal action. Copyright © 2024 by Jane Doe Writings. All rights reserved. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual. •Simulated Sexual Assault •Consensual Non-consent •Strong Language •Graphic Violence •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for choosing to read my story! Your support means the world to me. I would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to leave a comment and vote if you enjoyed the book. Your feedback not only fuels my writing but also keeps me from talking to myself in a padded room. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• POINT OF VIEWS - POVs. This book is written in dual POV, but the perspectives will be included as they fit the storyline. I won't add the MMC’s or FMC’s POV just for the sake of it, especially if it doesn’t suit the scene or the mystery of the plot. I mention this because I know some readers might want more of the MMC’s POV, but every choice is intentional for the story's development. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• UPDATES SCHEDULE I post one chapter every day (though I might miss a day or two here and there). Please understand that this schedule is the best I can manage with my busy, hectic life as a medical student. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• J A N E D O E W R I T I N G SNancy shivered as she knocked on Coach Leon's door, the snowflakes clinging to her red wool coat like tiny diamonds. It was Christmas Eve, and the neighborhood glowed with twinkling lights, but her mind was fixed on him. For three years, as the star cheerleader on his football team, she had watched Leon command the field with that intense focus, his broad shoulders straining against his jacket. Every pep rally, every victory huddle, she felt his eyes on her, a spark that went beyond coach and player. She loved him quietly, fiercely, through late-night practices and shared glances that lingered too long. Tonight, with the team on break and her parents away, she had texted him about dropping off a gift, hoping it would break the ice.Leon opened the door, his dark eyes widening in surprise. He wore a simple sweater that hugged his muscular frame, the scent of pine and cinnamon wafting from inside. "Nancy? What are you doing out in this storm?" His voice was deep, concerned, pulling
Clarissa's heart pounded as she stood on Sean's doorstep, the summer evening wrapping around her like a warm blanket. They had known each other since they were kids, running through the neighborhood with scraped knees and shared secrets. But somewhere along the way, those innocent games turned into stolen glances and unspoken words. She had loved him for years, a quiet ache that grew with every birthday, every holiday where she watched him from across the room. Tonight, after a chance text that led to this visit, she hoped things would change.Sean opened the door, his smile lighting up his face. He looked the same yet different, taller, broader, with that familiar tousle of dark hair. “Clarissa,” he said, his voice soft. “Come in.”He pulled her into a hug, and she melted against him, inhaling the scent of his soap and something uniquely him. Her body pressed close, and she felt the heat of his chest through his shirt.They sat on his couch, talking about old times. Laughter filled
Morning came slowly.Snow softened the city overnight, turning Manhattan into something hushed and almost forgiving. The windows of Julian’s bedroom glowed pale with winter light. Ava lay awake, tracing patterns on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm beneath her ear.This was the quiet that came after choosing. Not peace exactly. But truth.Julian stirred, his arm tightening instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer as if the world might try to take her away before he was fully conscious.“You’re still here,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.She smiled. “That sounds like disbelief.”“It is.”He opened his eyes and looked down at her like she was real only because he was touching her. Like wealth and power had never given him this particular certainty before.“Good morning,” she said.Julian brushed a thumb along her shoulder, slow and reverent. “Stay.”It was not a command. It was not fear disguised as authority. It was need, unguarded.She lifted herself slightly s
When Want Becomes a DecisionAva did not intend to let Julian Blackwood follow her.She walked fast through the snow, heels sinking slightly with each step, breath clouding in front of her face. The cold burned, sharp and clarifying. She welcomed it. She needed something that hurt cleanly.Behind her, footsteps slowed, then stopped.“Wait.”Julian’s voice did not chase. It held.She stopped anyway.New York shimmered around them. Upper East Side brownstones dressed in lights. The hush that only came late on Christmas Eve, when even the city paused to breathe.She turned.Julian stood a few feet away, coat undone, hair mussed by frustration. He looked nothing like the man who commanded rooms without effort. This Julian was bare in ways money could not cover.“I didn’t come to convince you,” he said. “I came because letting you walk away feels like lying to myself.”Her chest tightened. “That’s not my responsibility.”“I know.”Snow settled on his shoulders. He did not brush it off.“I






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