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Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection)

Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection)

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-10-07
Par:  S.D CarellaComplété
Langue: English
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Fast-Paced Plot

Steamy

Badboy

Badgirl

Dominant

MxM

Forbidden Love

Affair

Seduction Unleashed is a dark, unrestrained erotic collection of fast paced stories that explore obsession, temptation, and forbidden desire. When two souls collide under the weight of secrets and reckless passion, boundaries blur and control is lost. What begins as curiosity quickly spirals into a dangerous game of seduction—one that could consume them both. ⚠️ Reader Advisory: This book is strictly for 18+ readers due to its explicit sexual content, mature themes, and strong language. Trigger Warnings: Power imbalances BDSM Rough sex (Very consensual) Infidelity themes Emotional manipulation Mentions of jealousy/possessiveness In this book, all your darkest and dirtiest fantasies come to life. With a wide range of sexuality explored, there's a story fit for everyone. From secret affairs to solo stories and unconventional relationships, the book mirrors sexual experiences and utmost desires. This novel is hot and full of lust at its finest, with dominant alpha males completely obsessed with claiming his/her untouched heroine. So if you're searching for a hot, filthy, dirty, wild sex fantasies novel then you've gotten one. For example maybe a story that entails: A horny man with his brother’s wife! Things are going to get messy while reading, so reader discretion is strongly advised.

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His Brother's Wife pt1
The first time I saw her again, she was stepping out of the car in heels too high for gravel.Elena Salvador—the star of every goddamn fantasy I’d ever had.Her sundress clung to her thighs like it missed her hips. Her sunglasses hid half her face, but not the pout of her lips or the sway in her walk. That hadn’t changed. That would never change.I leaned on the porch rail, drinking her in like the first glass of something forbidden.“My sister-in-law,” I muttered to myself, smirking. “Married to my brother for nine years.”And every day of those nine years, I’ve wanted to fuck her.She didn’t see me at first. Her eyes were on the lake, the trees, the house she hadn’t visited in years. The summer home we grew up in. The one filled with memories—some warm, most buried.Then her eyes landed on me.She hesitated. Just for a second. A flicker of something in her chest.Recognition? Surprise? Heat?Then: “Stefan?”God, that voice.“Hey, Lena.” My voice came out smoother than I felt. “Didn’
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-20
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His Brother's Wife pt2
"We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.But her fingers were already around my wrist, pulling me into her room.The lights were off. The moonlight spilled in through the open blinds, tracing the lines of her bare shoulders, her parted lips, the slip she’d barely bothered to wear. Every step she took backward was a dare I was too far gone to ignore.My brother—her husband—was asleep just across the hallway. The next room.Ten feet away.And she pulled me in anyway.The door clicked shut. My back hit it.She looked up at me, chest rising. “Don’t make a sound,” she breathed, voice thick with want. “Don’t you dare.”Her hand slid down my chest, nails grazing skin, and then lower. She dropped to her knees. My brain fuzzed. My cock twitched.“Elena…” I breathed.“Shh.” She smiled. “Let me.”She undid the drawstring of my pajama pants with a smooth pull, and my breath caught as she took me in her hand. One slow stroke. Then another.She kissed the tip first—just a tease—and then wrapped
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-20
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His Brother's Wife pt3
She didn’t even look at me the next morning.I walked into the kitchen and found her at the stove, robe tied tight around her waist, hair pinned back, voice calm like nothing happened.“Coffee?” she asked, casual. Cold.I stared at her.She didn’t meet my eyes. Just poured a mug and slid it across the counter like I was some house guest.Last night I was inside her.Last night she came with my hand over her mouth.Last night she whispered my name while her husband slept ten feet away.And now?Now she was pretending it didn’t fucking happen?“Elena.”She didn’t flinch. “What?”“You’re really doing this?”“I don’t know what you mean.” She sipped her coffee, eyes fixed out the window. “We were drunk. It was a mistake.”Bullshit.I walked around the counter, closing the space between us. “You weren’t drunk.”She set her mug down. “We’re not talking about this.”“You’re right,” I said, grabbing her wrist. “We’re not talking.”She gasped as I pulled her down the hallway. She struggled, but
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His Brother's Wife pt4
She didn’t speak to me for two days.Not a glance. Not a whisper. Not even a fucking breath in my direction.Ever since that morning in the shower, she’d locked herself in silence, like if she ignored me hard enough, the ache between her legs would disappear. Like pretending she was still loyal could erase how loudly she moaned with my hand over her mouth.But guilt was a weak shield.And lust always wins.Especially when my brother finally showed up.---Matthew Salvador arrived on a Wednesday—pressed shirt, expensive watch, briefcase like he was walking into a board meeting instead of a summer lakehouse. He kissed Elena’s cheek with the passion of a dead fish and set his bag down like he was already bored of being here.“Stef,” he said, nodding at me.“Matt.”We shook hands like strangers.Polite. Stiff. Civilized.But my eyes were on her the whole time.Her lips still looked swollen.Her thighs stayed pressed together.She wouldn’t look at me.Not once.---The next day, I found he
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-20
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The Confession Booth Part 1
Part OneThe first time she came, he thought it was a test.Friday evening, ten minutes before the last Mass, when the sun had already started bleeding out of the stained-glass windows and the old cathedral sat still with silence. She walked in like she wasn’t sure if she belonged there, head down, heels clicking lightly on the stone floor. Her body swayed under a long coat that kissed her calves. She didn’t genuflect. She didn’t cross herself. She didn’t even look at the altar.Father Luca watched from the back of the pews, his fingers still looped around his rosary. He hadn’t seen her before. And he knew his parishioners. Too well, if he was being honest.She sat in the pew for a few moments, then stood again. Confession hours were over. She didn’t care. She went straight to the booth.He hesitated. The air was thick. Still. Heavy in the way that warned of storms. He should have walked away. Should’ve told her the booth was closed. Should’ve remembered what temptation wore when it s
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-20
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The Confession Booth Part 2
Part TwoFather Luca didn’t sleep that night.He sat in the dark of the rectory, the sweat of her still clinging to his skin, his hands trembling where they rested on his lap. The crucifix above his bed loomed heavy. He didn’t dare look at it. He just breathed.And remembered the way her moans echoed through the church like a hymn.She hadn’t said her name. Still hadn’t. And yet, she’d taken up residence in his veins like holy wine. His cock stirred again at the thought.He gritted his teeth and reached for the cold water by his bedside.It wasn’t over. He knew that.He didn’t want it to be.She came again the next Friday.But this time… she wasn’t alone.He was already in the booth, half hard from anticipation, his hands folded but unsteady, when the door opened.Footsteps. Two sets.A pause.Then her voice. "Bless me, Father. For I’ve sinned."He exhaled. "Again?""Always."And then another voice. Softer. New. Feminine."Bless me, Father. I’ve sinned too."His blood turned to ice.H
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The Dare
Everyone at the party knew it was a bad idea. That’s probably why it happened.The music was pulsing, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and bad decisions. Somewhere between the third shot of tequila and the fourth round of “Truth or Dare,” someone said his name."Ezra."Even the sound of it made my blood boil.He was lounging against the couch like a king, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, beer in hand, eyes narrowed. Those eyes were sharp, wicked—like he knew he lived rent-free in my most annoyed, unfortunately also aroused, thoughts.I hated him.I hated his stupid perfect jawline, his obnoxiously broad shoulders, and the way he always had something to say about everything I did in class. Ezra Cross was the kind of guy who never let you forget he was smarter, hotter, and way too aware of it.So when the circle turned to me and someone—probably Mia, that traitor—grinned and said, “I dare you to sit on Ezra’s lap for ten minutes,” I knew two things:One, I was not going to bac
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Submission Clause
Cassandra Hart had never believed in playing fair. Not when her rent was due, her credit cards were maxed out, and her so-called “merits” kept getting passed over for men with mediocre smiles and less experience. If the system was rigged, she’d rig it back.And Daniel Cross? The elusive, quiet CEO of Lexington Tech? He was her target.He didn’t yell in meetings, didn’t boast at board dinners, and always had this unreadable expression behind his rimless glasses. No ring. No kids. Just a clean, clinical office and long fingers he never seemed to stop tapping against the table. She figured he was harmless. Passive. Easy to push.All she had to do was lean forward, smile sweetly, and let her blouse fall just enough to give him incentive.So when she booked a "progress review" after hours and saw the flicker of interest in his eyes, she knew she had him.“Mr. Cross,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “Thank you for seeing me s
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-22
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Right or Wrong
The soft hum of summer air danced through the open balcony doors, brushing against Lena's bare legs as she sat curled on the plush leather couch. Her best friend, Kayla, had left hours ago, leaving Lena alone in the Sterling home. She should have left too. She knew that. But Mr. Sterling was still upstairs, and something about that knowledge rooted her right where she sat.She shouldn't be here.She shouldn't be thinking the things she was thinking.But she was.She crossed and uncrossed her legs, the friction of her thighs making her pulse throb. He wasn’t just any man. He was older. Wiser. Controlled in a way that made her feel exposed. And lately, the way he looked at her... it wasn’t fatherly. No, not anymore. There was a quiet tension in his eyes. A pull. And she felt it too.She heard the soft creak of stairs and straightened, breath held."Still here?" The voice was deep, rough with age and authority. Mr. Sterling wal
last updateDernière mise à jour : 2025-08-23
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Late Night Confessions
Her POVI should’ve gone to sleep.But something about his text—“You up?”—made it impossible to close my eyes.A stupid, two-word message. Just enough to wreck me.So I found myself walking barefoot down the hall of my dorm floor, hoodie zipped up halfway, shorts barely peeking out underneath. I looked casual, like this was normal. Like I hadn’t just stood in front of the mirror for five minutes debating if lip balm counted as “trying too hard.”I didn’t knock. I never did.I slipped inside his room like I belonged there.Eli sat on his bed, phone in hand, dark curls messy like he’d been running his fingers through them all night. His hoodie was off, just a white tank stretched over his chest, gray sweats hanging low on his hips.Dangerous.He looked up and smiled, lazy and slow. “Hey.”“Hey.” I shut the door behind me. “What’s up?”He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”“That’s new.”
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