All Chapters of Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

37 Chapters

CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING

CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING This collection contains extremely explicit, graphic, and highly erotic material intended for mature, consenting adults (18+ / 21+ depending on your local laws) only. By continuing, you acknowledge that you are of legal adult age and are choosing to read this content voluntarily. If you are easily offended, sensitive to sexual themes, or uncomfortable with intense depictions of sexuality, stop reading now. This book features: ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses. ☆ Extreme sexual kinks and fetishes: BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance/submission, sadomasochism), impact play, spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, choking, breath play, knife

THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL I

STORY ONE:(THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL) II stepped out of the private elevator into the sprawling 72nd-floor penthouse I shared with my fiancé, the air still carrying the faint scent of the Chanel No. 5 I’d sprayed on my neck before leaving for my final wedding dress fitting. Three days. In seventy-two hours I was supposed to walk down the aisle toward Damien Beckett.I was the happiest human alive and I assumed the feeling was mutual with Damien.Instead, the moment the doors slid open, I heard it.The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. A woman’s breathy, porn-star moans. Damien’s low grunt, the same grunt he gave when he was close.I didn’t drop my purse. I didn’t scream. I simply walked down the marble hallway on silent Louboutins until I reached the open double doors of the master bedroom.There he was—my future husband—completely naked, hips snapping forward as he drove his cock into my maid of honor, Sophia. Sophia’s legs were wrapped high around his waist, red-bottomed heels stil

THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II

(THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II)He didn’t ask permission.He simply cupped the back of my neck and kissed me.It wasn’t gentle. It was possession.His mouth claimed mine with commanding heat, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he’d been starving for years. I moaned into him, fingers curling into the lapels of his suit. He tasted like expensive scotch and pure masculine power.Adrian broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my throat, nipping at my pulse point.The sensation of his wet lips on my skin made me whimper.“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he growled against my skin. “Use your words. I want to hear how badly you need Daddy to fuck the memory of my son out of this pretty cunt.”I shivered violently. The dirty talk hit me like lightning straight to my clit.“I want you to ruin me,” I breathed. “On this bed. Make me scream your name so loud the entire city knows who I belong to now.”Adrian’s low, satisfied chuckle vibrated through my chest.“Good girl.”He walked me backwa

THE WALL STREET WIDOW I

STORY TWO(THE WALL STREET WIDOW I)I stood in the middle of our sprawling Tribeca loft, voice cracking with fury as I waved the foreclosure notice in Tyler’s face.“You put the house up as collateral? You took out a loan in my name without telling me? We’re going to be homeless in three months, Tyler! How could you—”Tyler didn’t even look up from his phone. He lounged on the leather sofa like he owned the world, which, until five minutes ago, I had believed he did.“Relax, Cara. You’re being dramatic. It’s just money.”“Just money?” My hands shook. “This is my credit, my future. We’re married!”He finally glanced at me, eyes cold. “Married? Please. You’ve been useless for years. Can’t even give me a proper heir. Bad luck, that’s what you are. I cursed the day I met you. Should’ve listened to my gut and never put a ring on your finger.”The words landed like slaps. I staggered back a step.Tyler stood, straightening his designer shirt. “I’m done with this conversation. And with you.

THE WALL STREET WIDOW II

(THE WALL STREET WIDOW II)Three days later, the Harrington family mansion on the Upper East Side was draped in black. Mourners filled the grand rooms — Wall Street titans, socialites, distant relatives. I moved through it all like a ghost in my elegant black dress, accepting condolences with quiet grace. I didn’t cry. Not once.When the service began winding down, I slipped away to the private study at the back of the mansion.Zephyr was there.His back was to me, waistcoat hugging his powerful frame, a cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared out the tall windows at the manicured gardens.“Zephyr?” My voice was soft. “Are you okay?”He turned slowly. Steel-gray eyes raked over me — hungry, possessive, no longer hiding behind polite concern. The charismatic charm that made him legendary in boardrooms now burned with raw, masculine desire.“You’re a rare one, Cara,” he said, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. “I don’t know what nation I saved in a past life to deserve a

THE WALL STREET WIDOW III

(THE WALL STREET WIDOW III)I obeyed. My hips rose and fell, taking him deep with every downward slam. The chair creaked beneath us. My tits bounced wildly in his face as I rode him harder, faster, chasing that building pressure. Zephyr’s hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, one finger teasing the tight ring of my asshole while he thrust up to meet me.“Look at you,” he growled, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Soaking my cock, dripping down my balls. My son could never make you this wet. Never make you scream like this.”“Daddy— oh God, Daddy, I’m so close—”“Not yet.” Zephyr suddenly gripped my hips, holding me still, impaled fully on his cock. He grinned, that same charming, predatory smile that made my pussy clench around him. “You come when I say.”He kept me there, grinding slowly, making me feel every thick inch while he sucked and bit at my nipples until they were swollen and red. Only when I was shaking and begging did he release my hips.“Now ride me like you mean

THE GALA HUMILIATION I

STORY THREE PART ONE CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIA The ballroom was a cage of crystal and light, a shimmering jewel box where the air smelled of lilies. I stood at the center of it all in my emerald-green gown—a dress that felt like a second skin, designed to make Ethan finally see me as the woman he would marry. We were New York’s golden couple, the high-school sweethearts everyone used as a benchmark for "forever." Tonight was supposed to be my coronation. I had seen the ring Ethan bought for me. I had heard the whispered rehearsals of the proposal lines with his friend. My heart was a joyful bird in my chest. Then he walked in. Harlan Cross. He didn't just enter a room; he reconfigured it. At fifty-two, Ethan’s father was a force—a silver-fox billionaire whose presence commanded a silence more profound than any applause. He looked devastating in his tuxedo, the fabric straining slightly against his broad shoulders. His jawline, dusted with that signature salt-and-peppe

THE GALA HUMILIATION II

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIAPART TWO – The Drugged Wine & Four Unconscious RoundsMy fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass. Harlan’s words hung heavy in the air between us — raw, filthy, and dripping with dark promise. After Ethan’s betrayal, this felt like the only thing that could fill the hollow ache inside me.“So now,” he continued, voice a low, velvet rumble that wrapped around me like a warm embrace, “I want to do the same to you, sweetheart. I want to make you unconscious… and do every dirty, depraved thing I’ve been fantasizing about doing to this young body for two long years. Let me worship every inch of you while you drift.”He leaned in closer, his large frame casting a shadow over me, yet his touch was already tender. “The wine will knock you out completely. You won’t be able to move, speak, or even open your eyes. But your body… fuck, your body will feel everything. Every touch. Every thrust. Every orgasm I rip out of you while you’re completely helpless.

THE GALA HUMILIATION III

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIAPART THREE – Her Turn & Four More Unconscious RoundsMy eyes fluttered open slowly. The penthouse bedroom was dark except for the soft glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The digital clock on the nightstand read 1:17 AM. The faint thump of music and muffled laughter from the gala still drifted up.I sat up, completely naked, my body deliciously sore. My inner thighs were clean and smooth — no trace of the mess Harlan had left between them earlier. They still throbbed warmly, slightly bruised from being spread so wide and fucked so thoroughly. He must have cleaned me while I was unconscious. The thought sent a fresh, needy pulse straight to my core. I felt claimed, desired in a way Ethan had never made me feel.I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to the window, peering down at the glittering party still in full swing far below. My breath caught.On the terrace, Ethan was throwing a violent fit. His face was twisted in ra

THE GALA HUMILIATION IV

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIAPART FOUR: THE BATHTUB RIDEMy body still hummed with the aftershocks of my last orgasm when a wicked new craving took root. I wanted more than just riding him. I wanted to take him somewhere intimate, somewhere I could see every inch of his powerful body and use him exactly how I pleased.I carefully climbed off his cock, a thick trickle of our mixed cum leaking down my inner thigh. Biting my lip, I slid my arms under Harlan’s heavy, unconscious frame and, with surprising effort, helped guide his limp body off the bed. His head lolled against my shoulder as I half-carried, half-dragged him into the luxurious en-suite bathroom.The massive marble bathtub was already filled with warm water from earlier — Harlan must have prepared it before the second dose of wine. Steam curled lazily in the air, scented faintly with sandalwood.I maneuvered his tall, muscular body into the tub first, laying him back against one curved end. Then I stepped in naked, lowering

1 2 3 4

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP