Dirty Little SecretIntro: He had caught her in a fucking strip club!Yes he wasn't related to her and he was her fucking perverted step daddy with his fantasy fetish of having her ride his cock but he still doesn't approve her being a fucking stripper.Galen's P.O.V.Have had this shittiest of all days I need a drink to drown my misery. I head across town to a place where there's a strip club and a bar, it was a far cry out of town but it will do.Having a few drinks won't hurt!I moved inside, it seemed like any regular bat, I ordered a beer although my mood hadn't taken a turn quite yet. The loud country music that blared through the speakers made it hard enough for me to concentrate on my beer neither did my mood help me appreciate what was around me.Like the bartender with the great boobs or the dancer on stage with even better tits and an ass so tight you could bounce a coin off it. A few girls put a hand on my shoulder and ask me if I want a private dance. I thought I did, bu
His Prize!Intro: He had killed just to his hands on having her, Colt is a gangster he doesn't understand fairytale love or endings the only thing the man understands is violence and possession!And he intends to possess her and make sure she knows who she damn belongs to...Solane had thought a little flirting, little taunting with one of her father's business colleagues was just a fun ordeal up until he tells her to pack up and that she was his and now his woman in every way both legally and in bed of course.Solane's P.O.V.It all feels surreal, one minute I had stupidly allowed myself to delude myself into thinking it was okay to taunt and play with a wild animal but now it seems evident I had been playing with fire..Down to the ride to his house I hadn't said a word, when I had my papa telling me I now belonged to Colt draven I couldn't believe my ears..I protested, and pleaded and begged but apparently have been sold to the highest bidder which was him, it's not like I never k
His Prize!Intro: He had killed just to his hands on having her, Colt is a gangster he doesn't understand fairytale love or endings the only thing the man understands is violence and possession!And he intends to possess her and make sure she knows who she damn belongs to...Solane had thought a little flirting, little taunting with one of her father's business colleagues was just a fun ordeal up until he tells her to pack up and that she was his and now his woman in every way both legally and in bed of course.Solane's P.O.V.I had made up my mind after our make up session, he had left me hot and bothered, I had tried to sleep it off but my head kept tearing back to the scene in his living room...That's when I made up my mind and went out of my room to find him. His door was unlocked and I stepped him hesitating slightly but I knew he knew I was here.He sat on the side of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his gaze on the floor. A dangerous haze permeated the air like tendril
Kira’s Passion! Intro: To Kira, Ried Is a man who promised to help Kira with her v card. She refused to be just the silly virgin and the preachers prude daughter.. Not anymore! Kira's P.O V. My heart beats slowly and I was nervous as hell but a part of me just wants to get this over with. I mean, not the sex, I want to enjoy that, but just the whole being a virgin thing. My little heart thuds in fear and anticipation in my chest, scared to death that somehow letting this man between my legs in the back seat of this car will forever tie my soul to his in some kind of primal way that I won’t be able to recover from. The car lightly bumps beneath us against the cobbled road the melody of our moment. His kiss is possessive, his mouth moving against mine with hunger. His hands smooth up the sides of my thighs, battling with the straps of my dress. His fingers trapping the waistband of my panties. He tears his lips away from mine to lock our gazes as he slides them down over m
Frenemy or Daddy?Intro: He was her estranged frenemy they had a love and hate relationship. Travelling to Rome Italy out of the blue might have not been the smartest move especially when the school semester was still on.Her parents had convinced her to add maverick to her emergency contact list as an immediate help response just in case she runs into trouble since she knew nobody but she hated him well not quiet deep not that sort of deep hate the kind of hate where that particular person just unsettled you..Especially when he's bossy, dominating and grumpy and she wasn't one to listen under strict pressure..Blaze considers herself a free bird not someone you could subdue well up until him of course.Blaze P.O.V.I headed into an open pub after exploring the city, my stomach growled and protested so I gave in and grabbed an open table. I sat down and ordered myself the largest buba I could and sat back looking at the menu. I hadn’t had lunch yet, and I felt that I should eat. Of
Sexy Commands!Intro: Harry was obsessed with her yet she had always been the bane to his existence, with her sexy body and her smart mouth.Harry's P.O.V.I pushed deeper into the crowd, Macy wasn’t hard to find. She was the red head on the dance floor drawing eyes from more than a few guys as she moved with both arms over her head. She flipped her ponytail side to side as she danced, mouthing along with the music as she danced freelyI have never seen her so loose and so free it's safe to safe have never seen her in a social setting like this. I could say meeting her in the club was a coincidence but that was wrong. I knew what I was doing when I chose to come here.I elbowed my way through the crowd until I was just a few feet away from her. My drink sloshed over the rim of my plastic cup, wetting my hand. I chugged it sloppily before I pitched it to the side, never taking my eyes off her. Adrenaline coursed through me mounting as I watched the shake and flare of her hips. Her s
The Twisted Games we Play!Intro: Rayé loved her men spontaneous, hungry, dark and dirty and Lucian Castillo fit that category in all ways possible.Rayé's P.O.V.I slid off my stool and scooted it back towards the table, as Lucian did the same. I could feel it in the air that tension again, that need.Damn there was no way we would make it back to our apartment like this without devouring each other out, we stared at each other. My brain already waiting for that signal he gives when dark hungry clouds his judgement.It was always thrilling with him!His eyes were bright under the canopy of patio lights that illuminated the small crowd as night set in. The expression on his face was certain and focused the same that he wore wherever he looked at me.I was the object of his desire! I was the object of his focus. The realization and thought radiated through me, inciting tingles of anticipation. We headed towards the front of the restaurant, his hand resting on the small of my back as
Intro: Mel wants to please her man, she wasn't an experienced lover but she was open to learn for him.Mel's P.O.V.Mel woke up first and she turned and she gazed down at the man she now called her boyfriend. He was certainly a handsome specimen. She couldn't believe this man lying down on her bed was her boyfriend..Feels really surreal!He was putting on a white tee-shirt and boxers and that did nothing to hide the muscle and biceps of his perfecf body. His breathing was slow and even, indicating deep sleep. She swept a hand up and down his arm. Preston didn’t even twitch. Feeling bolder, Mel slipped her palm under his soft tee and caressed his flat and ripped stomach, intrigued by the thin line of dark hair that disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. Glancing at his face, she noted he still slept soundly and gently lifted the waistband of his shorts out and down to expose him. Her breath caught in her throat at her first sight of his generously sized huge cock. Leaning
The Prescription for Obsession Intro It started with the migraines, sharp, blinding, and unrelenting. When Léa Rousseau walked into the Neurological Hospital for what she thought would be just another examination, she didn’t expect to become the obsession of the man behind the cold stethoscope. Dr. Adrien Grey was clinical perfection. Brilliant. Composed. Unnervingly intense. But beneath his tailored white coat and sterile touch was something darker something that stirred the moment Léa stepped into his office. She wasn’t just another patient. She was temptation laced in innocence, and he was a man already breaking. Their sessions grew longer, his questions more personal, his presence more frequent until his house calls became a routine and her bedroom, his sanctuary of sin. Now, he touches her like he’s studying her anatomy by heart. Ties her like he’s claiming territory. Spanks her like she’s his punishment and reward. And Léa? She lets him. Craves it. Because she’s
Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy.Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes h
Situationship Intro; Irina never believed in winning not in love, not in life, and definitely not in a prestigious writing competition she nearly didn’t enter. Drowning in debt, barely keeping her antique store alive, and questioning every move she’s ever made, she had nothing but her words and even those felt small. But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul. For weeks, their connection has been a slow, dangerous burn. A brush of fingers too long. A laugh too intimate. A stare that strips her bare. Irina tells herself they’re opposites, that men like h
The Student’s Shame Intro; Mira is a strict, confident private tutor hired to keep a wealthy 19 year old student from failing out of school. But Leo isn’t just distracted he’s obsessed. Every night, he watches her through the cracks of her door, touching himself as she undresses, too ashamed to stop. What begins as silent voyeurism turns into something darker when Mira catches him in the act. But instead of kicking him out, she decides to punish him. Hard. With cuffs, control, and cruel teasing, she flips the power dynamic, turning Leo into her plaything. Soon, he’s on his knees in her apartment, begging for the shame he once feared. But the deeper she drags him into her world, the more twisted it becomes. And when she starts making him serve in front of others, Leo’s desperation turns to tears and obedience. Mira’s P.O.V. The Peeping Boy Mira’s Apartment — 10:12 PM It had been a long bus day and now the night had a warmth to it, that strange spring heat that didn’t belong i
Thirty Days Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters li
Thirty Days! Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters l
Their Filthy Games Intro; Lysandra was supposed to be a fleeting temptation, a soft distraction. A quiet sin Elijah Vale could ignore but she didn’t stay quiet. Now she’s everywhere beneath his skin, in his head, haunting his sheets like a ghost he can’t exorcise. And Elijah? He’s done pretending to be sane. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her with a hunger that borders on madness. Their game is simple: she hides, he hunts. And when he finds her, she pays in sweat, in tears, in moans she tries to swallow but never can. It’s dirty, twisted but addictive. Each round is darker than the last, each punishment sharper, each reward filthier. And Lysandra plays like she’s not already broken like she doesn’t love how wrecked he makes her. But obsession leaves marks and Elijah doesn’t plan on letting her walk away clean. He’ll chase her into hell if he has to. Because he doesn’t want her consent. He wants her surrender. Elijah’s POV The door creaks open beneath my hand, and I inh
The Billionaire’s ClubIntro; Alexa Quinn is an ambitious young anthropologist invited to observe a secret society known only to the ultra elite one that claims to renact “primitive rituals” deep in the wilderness under the guise of cultural preservation. But what begins as a research opportunity quickly unravels into something far more dangerous… and intimate.She was never meant to observe.She was the Offering.To be chosen, hunted and broken.Behind the masks and shadows is Adrien Duret he’s a cold, enigmatic billionaire who has orchestrated every detail of this ritualistic hunt for years. Alexa isn’t just a subject of his desire. She’s his obsession. The woman he’s watched from afar, studied in silence, and prepared an entire world for.And now, she’s finally within reach.Inside the walls of his private club, where rules are rewritten in blood and silk, she’ll discover a world of predator and prey, of ritual kink and primal chase where pleasure is pain, and power is taken, not
UnstitchedInto; Kira Volnova is a brilliant but untested dressmaker hiding behind the seams of other people’s designs. She’s young, quiet, and burning with a secret obsession for him. Matteo De Rossi. The god of high fashion. Cold. Demanding. Impossible. And her boss.Known for dressing A-list celebrities and destroying interns, Matteo is a man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes or innocence. But when Kira is caught wearing a self-made velvet gown in the shadows of his studio, something unravels. Her curves. Her defiance. Her untouched body beneath the silk she stitched just for him. He sees what no one else has what she’s never given and he decides to take it.What begins with a private fitting becomes a wicked game of control, seduction, and slow, excruciating desire. Matteo doesn’t just want her talent. He wants to mold her. Mark her. Keep her. And Kira, despite the ache, wants every inch of it.Unknowingly to Kira her first time might just cost her more than just her innocence, it mi