WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents. He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending. Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend. But it's his stepdad who sees the real me— wet, needy, and aching to be ruined. One look. One whisper. One filthy promise. And just like that… I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy." This isn't just sex This is sin And it feels so damn good to be a sinner. Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy. This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release. And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies. Join the ride, if you can control the heat.
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JENNA WATSON (FL) — 22yrs TYLER BLACK (ML) — 38yrs BELLAMY JACE (SML) — 25yrs JENNA It all started the night I moved to Boston to come live with Bellamy Jace, my boyfriend. We met on a dating site, and he became a very big part of me cause I was madly in love with him, or so I thought. I'd come all the way from Vermont, because I was offered a job here in Boston. I discussed it with Bellamy, I can't forget how excited he was about it. So, he immediately offered to move in with him. I was very excited too, because it meant less distance and frequent fucking. Yes, I loved sex. It's been six months already and we've been holding up pretty well, until recently. Bell changed. He became distant. He rarely returned home or took my calls. And when we fuck, he prioritized his own orgasm, leaving me unsatisfied, especially knowing how much I loved sex. I craved more, couldn't keep my hands off my body whenever I was alone, but he was always unavailable. I mentioned it to him several times, and all I got was an apology, and a fuck that never satisfied me. Wednesdays are my day off from work, and Bell has left for work. I laid alone on the couch in the sitting room, my hands attempting to wander down my body. My nipples were hard against the silk night gown I wore. Goddamn, I needed to fuck. My right hand found my nipples and pinched them, so hard my body shuddered with excitement and need. My other hand was reaching for my lower body, when the sound of the doorbell Interrupted me. Is Bell back already? I couldn't help but feel more aroused. No one visits us, so it could only be Bell, right? I got up from the couch, tousled my blonde hair, and pushed down the strapless night gown, so that my creamy breast and hard nipples would be the second thing he sees after my face. The door bell rang again. "I'm Coming!" I shouted, and went for the door. "Bell?" I opened the door and immediately froze. Unable to help the gasp that escaped my mouth, my eyes wide agape, as I stared at the man right in front of me. Dressed in a black, short sleeve button down shirt, that did everything but hide how muscular he was. The shirt hung tightly against his body, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Paired with a dark neatly ironed pants, my gaze couldn't help but wander between his thighs. He focused his piercing green eyes on mine, his deep buzz cut, shaved neatly. Apart from his appearance the most intimidating part of him was his intense aura. He reeked of masculine virility, strong sexual appeal and erotic energy, his demeanor alone was addictive and the phrase ‘If looks could kill’ suddenly came to my mind. I was at a loss for words, this man must have been the most handsome man that I have ever laid my eyes on, I couldn't imagine that such perfection existed. He too seemed to be short of words, I caught traces of slithers of tattoos at the bottom of his neck. "Gosh, he's breathtaking," I thought. Shit! Realization suddenly hit me, that my breasts were half exposed. I instantly hugged myself, "I... I'm sorry," I said, almost ashamed. "I thought it was my boyfriend." A small smile spread across his lips, lingering too long like he was sizing me up. There was something about him... I can't explain it, but it was there. "I'll save you the stress, sweetheart. I'm Tyler, Bellamy's dad, and I'm here to see him." He spoke like it was the most natural thing, his voice deep and husky. Bellamy's dad? Jesus Christ, how's that possible? Because this man in front of me looks really young. He looked to be in his late thirties. I met his gaze and couldn't help the shiver that rippled through me. "I'm sorry, but Bell never mentioned you to me, and y..you look way young." He chuckled, "Neither did he mention you to me. Well, I'm not his BIOLOGICAL father and our relationship is nothing to write about." "Ohh, you're his step dad then?" "You can say that." I slowly nodded my head in acknowledgment. "Well, Bellamy isn't home right now, are you gonna wait or come back later?" He arched his brows, almost laughing, "Come back later? This is my house, sweetheart. I was only away for some months." I was suddenly at a loss for words, as shame crawled up my spine. Fuck Bellamy, he told me nothing, now I look like a fool. I recovered almost immediately, and forced a smile. "Christ! Bell never told me a thing. I'm really sorry, please come in." I moved, granting his huge body access into the apartment. Only then did I notice he came with a bag. "Thank you," he flashed me a knowing smile and stepped inside, marching towards the steps that led to the bedrooms. I closed the door behind me and went to the couch I laid earlier, to retrieve my phone. I tried calling Bell, but it was all directed to voice mail. Frustrated and angry, I sent him a message and tossed the phone on the table. I was nervous. Really nervous. Just then my phone rang, I immediately grabbed it. It was Bellamy. Relief washed over me like a gut punch. "I'm sorry, babe. I was busy when you called, I saw your message." Came his soft, honeyed voice. The voice that made me always crave him, but I was mad right now. "Bell, you never told me a thing about your step dad. How am I to face him right now? Either come home right now or I'd pack my things and leave" "I know you're mad right now, just calm down, okay? I had no idea he'd return today." "Okay???" "Babe, you'll have to listen to me, because right now, I can't come home. I won't even be back in weeks." My stomach twisted, "What do you mean?" "The company sent a couple of us to Maldives for some work. We'd leave this night and I can't come home. I had no idea, I would have told you before now." "Fuckin Bellamy Jace!" I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, "So you're gonna be away while I stay with you stepdad? Bell, I don't even know a thing about him." My voice cracked slightly. "Please don't cry, babe. I'd make it up to you once I'm back. Tyler is not bad, he's easy to get along with. Just try to get along with him, for me, okay? I'd do everything I can to make sure I return faster." "Bell..." "I'm sorry, and I love you, okay? I gotta go." He killed the call. I stared blankly at the phone as a lone tear rolled down my cheek. Despite him being an asshole sometimes, I love him and this was the longest we're gonna stay away from each other. "He's right tho, I'm very easy to get along with. Good thing, I'm here... I'll make sure you don't miss him too much." I turned to sound of Tyler's voice from the steps and instantly froze. He was bare chest.UNRAVEL ME 3In between the kiss, Cyrus slid his hands underneath her shirt and grabbed her plump breast. He rubbed and pinched her hardened nipples, which sent a sharp sensation through Camilla’s body.She arched her back, bucking her hips into him, as his hardness rubbed on her aching bud.Cyrus kisses trailed from her lips, to her neck, then to her cleavage, where he paused. He shoved her shirt above her head, and then settled his face between her breasts. “You wear perfume, even at night?” He hummed, sniffing her hard. He couldn't get enough of her scent.“Perfumes?”“Hmmm,”“I don't wear perfumes.” Camilla said, her voice throaty and sensual. Cyrus paused immediately and raised his head to look at her, “You mean, you don't wear any perfume at all?” “Yeah. I sneeze a lot whenever I wore them, so I stopped.” Cyrus lowered his head to sniff her again, her fragrance was really intoxicating. In his entire life, he had only encountered two people whose natural fragrance was intoxic
UNRAVEL ME 2“Cyrus…what are you doing?” Camilla widened her eyes as Cyrus brought his head lower, between her thighs. The hem of her dress raised.“Shhh….Relax.” he cooed, as he caught her hand and put two fingers into his mouth. His free hand was cupping her breast, kneading with soft, rhythmic squeezes.“Cyrus, No—”He lifted his head and looked at her his with his stormy grey eyes, “It’s insane, I know. I don't….I can't explain it, Camilla. I can't stop thinking about making you come, Camilla. It's driving me insane.”“Then do it. Show me I’m worth obsessing over.”One of his hands pushed between her legs and they fell open shamelessly. Camilla's body was so aroused, she was flushed and almost feverish. Every touch, every breath, every word, cursing a wave of electric down to her core.His other hand on her breast, continued to pump her, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.“You're wet for me.” He murmured, his gaze sliding down her body to where he was parting her thong w
UNRAVEL MECAMILLA JONES (FL) — 23YRSCYRUS STERLING (ML) — 29YRSThey sat in silence during the entire drive back to the house. Camilla was not sure what to say and Cyrus looked one comment away from fucking her in the car, so she remained quiet.Camilla's heart beat hammered against her chest by the time they drove into the garage. She was out of breath as he pulled her out of the car and straight into the house. His movement was so fast. One moment Camilla was blinking up at him, the next she was being pushed against a wall and her spine tingled from the momentum.“Tell me what you want?” He rasped, his crazed expression doing something insane to her insides.Her heart thudded against her chest, her pulse thundering with each beat. Camilla lost the ability to speak, not even a word. The way he stared at her, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, made her shiver.This wasn't an act, because no one was watching, everything felt real, his hard stares, he
MY ANTONIO CAMILLE (FL) — 22YRSANTONIO (ML) — 28YRSThe moonlight slipped through the curtains, silver and soft against my bare skin. I lay tangled in Antonio’s arms, his body heavy and warm around me. For a moment I just listened to him breathe, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his arm curled around my waist like a shield. He looked so peaceful in sleep, stripped of the weight he usually carried. I almost didn’t want to move.But curiosity tugged at me. Slowly, I slid out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded barefoot across the room. The floor was cool under my feet as I went to the window. Madrid glimmered in the distance, thousands of tiny lights like stars scattered across the horizon. For a moment, it felt like I was floating in a dream—me, him, this city, this strange little slice of happiness.Then I felt his absence. The mattress creaked behind me. When I turned, Antonio’s eyes were already on me. Sleepy, hooded, but the way he looked
HE SAVED ME THEN FUCKED ME 2SCARLET POVHis hand closed around my throat before I could even blink, forcing my back against the wall with a thud. My breath hitched, my pulse hammering wildly beneath his grip. Heat exploded in my veins, a dizzying fire that had been building since that damned drink I never meant to take. My skin burned, every nerve ending alive and hungry.His shadow towered over me, broad shoulders filling the dimly lit room. His face remained mostly hidden, but his eyes gleamed, hard and assessing, like a predator deciding whether to devour its prey. My knees weakened under the weight of that gaze.I tried to speak, to protest, but the words dissolved into a needy whimper. My lips parted, my chest rising and falling rapidly against his palm.“Please…” The plea tumbled from me before I could swallow it back. Not a plea for mercy. Not for freedom. But for him. For something I couldn’t even name, something the drug in my blood twisted into unbearable need.He smirked,
HE SAVED ME THEN FUCKED MESCARLETT HILLS (FL) — 24YRSALEXANDER MARIO— 35YRSSCARLETT POVMy pulse hammered in my throat as I darted through the narrow alleyway, shadows clinging to the cracked walls. The streetlights flickered above me like dying stars, mocking me with their brief flashes of light. Every corner I passed felt like it could be the one where they’d catch me. Every sound behind me was a reminder: I wasn’t running from strangers. I was running from my own family.The Rossis.I’d been raised in that house, fed from their table, shaped into their weapon. I owed them my life, and yet tonight I was tearing myself free of them. Or at least trying to.The click of footsteps echoed off the walls. I didn’t need to look back to know it was Marco’s men. His dogs never strayed far from their leash.I ducked into the first parking lot I saw, my breath ragged as I pressed myself into the shadow of a broken car frame. My knees stung against the cold concrete, but I didn’t move. I crou
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