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Power. Possession. No mercy. An arrogant billionaire CEO blackmails his reluctant secretary into late-night “overtime,” bending him over the desk and ruthlessly breeding his tight hole until he’s shaking and dripping with cum. Two rival athletes turn hate into raw, aggressive shower sex, slamming into each other until one submits and gets claimed against the tiles. A dangerous mafia don kidnaps his enemy’s son and becomes obsessed with breaking him, knotting him deep and filling him night after night. A strict professor punishes his top student with “extra credit”, spanking, deep-throating, and pounding him senseless across the lecture hall. Best friends cross the ultimate line when one begs for “practice,” only to end up getting railed bareback again and again, stretched wide and addicted to his roommate’s thick cock. Every story explodes with filthy heat: possessive alphas, power imbalance, taboo cravings, enemies-to-lovers, first-time awakenings, breeding, overstimulation, and rough claiming that leaves bodies wrecked and holes leaking. 35 scorching M/M tales. Zero limits. Total surrender. Lock your door, because once you dive in, your hand won’t stop moving.

At my daughter's high school graduation party, she greeted me with a bouquet containing her wish list. "My dearest Mom! "My life truly begins at eighteen! "This is the first step toward rebuilding my social image and starting an entirely new life! "Thank you, Mom, for supporting me completely!" The list tucked into the bouquet included the newest phone, tablet, laptop, and earbuds. Together, the smaller items cost more than five thousand dollars. But the final line, printed in bold red letters, stabbed into my eyes like the point of a knife: Helena Abernathy must give Chloe Collins a house free of charge. The property will be for Chloe's exclusive use, and no one else will be permitted inside. I stared at the bouquet, while the soul that had died unjustly in my previous life trembled inside my body. Last time, I carried that bouquet home and tossed and turned all night. In the end, I still tried to discuss it with my daughter. "Chloe, about the house... I truly can't afford it right now." "Could we possibly..." Chloe was silent for three seconds before accusing me through tears. "I knew it! You never loved me. You only love yourself!" My photograph, address, and workplace were posted across social media. Then came the online attacks, the doxxing, the red paint splashed across my door, and the suspension from my job. When I stood on a rooftop, unable to endure the abuse any longer, the people below kept recording and shouting: "Jump! If you aren't guilty, why would you jump?" This time, I looked down at the bouquet in my arms and smiled. I didn't want the list. And I didn't want this daughter anymore.

For three years, I worked for my coworkers for free—designing, covering for their mistakes, cleaning up their messes. They used my work to get promoted, to win awards, even to run side jobs on the sly, and I never took a cent for any of it. Then I single-handedly landed the hardest client project the company had ever taken on and walked away with a hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. That was the day everyone lost their minds. The same people who'd leeched off me the hardest led the charge, cornering me at my desk and tearing into me in front of the whole office. "The whole concept for that project was a team effort. What gives you the right to keep the bonus for yourself?" "Your work has always been garbage. That free labor of yours was never worth anything anyway!" Worse, they spent the whole night digging up old grievances, stitching together every minor slip-up they could find, and spreading rumors through the entire company—that I'd stalled projects, that my work was worthless, that I'd tanked the department's numbers. Finally, they gave me an ultimatum. "Either split the entire bonus with the department, or pay us two hundred thousand dollars for our trouble. Take your pick." Even the department manager tried to smooth things over, telling me, "We're all colleagues here. You've already got a big bonus—taking a small loss won't kill you. Don't be so difficult about it." Wonderful. So three years of quietly covering for everyone had just produced a pack of lazy, credit-stealing backstabbers. Since they wanted to gang up on the one person who'd always played fair, fine. I was going to lay out three years of original files, timestamps, and proof of exactly who'd done the work—all of it, all at once. And what none of them knew was that the special project behind my bonus was an AI system built to replace every single one of them.

Eli Chamberlin has everything: wealth, legacy, and a very powerful last name. But when he falls for Adrian, a brilliant but struggling journalist from the wrong side of the world, his carefully planned life begins to fracture. Defying his controlling parents and the expectations of high society, Eli publicly claims his love for Adrian, igniting scandal, betrayal, and a war between blood and desire. Adrian, unprepared for the spotlight and hunted by Eli’s vengeful ex- fiance, Sabrina, and parents, finds himself caught in a ruthless game where love is currency and secrets can kill. As lies spiral and family legacies are shaken, both men are forced to choose: each other or survival. But when Sabrina fakes a pregnancy and Adrian believes her, Adrian is left heartbroken and betrayed. Now, Eli must uncover the truth before he loses everything… including the only man he’s ever truly loved. And just when it seems like Adrian and Eli have found their way back to each other… Sabrina disappears. But not before leaving behind one final message: “You thought I was finished? I’ve only just begun.”

Ever read a story that made you laugh and cry hard?Jace Roger is the world's biggest flirt and has always succeeded in getting what he wanted with little to no effort at all. He just knew all the right moves and all the right words to say when it came to getting women to do what he wanted. His perfect bachelor world crashes when Ashley comes into his sights. When he is denied and given no reward for his efforts, Jace begins to fear that he has met his match. Determined to get Ashley to at least notice him, he spends every waking moment unleashing every trick in the book to get her to fall for him. In his mission of a lifetime, he begins to discover the very meaning of life and what it means to actually try and put effort in a relationship. Jace's world is turned upside down and he has no idea what to do next. Will he run for the hills in the end or will he begin enjoying her play Hard To Get?

My husband used to love me so much. Back then, he proposed 99 times just to marry me. It wasn't until the 100th proposal that I was finally moved by his persistence and became the envied Mrs. Frederick Morrison of Harbor City. On our wedding day, I gave him 99 reconciliation vouchers. We agreed that as long as these vouchers weren't used up, I would stay by his side forever. … It's been five years since then. Every time Frederick goes out to see another woman, he uses up one reconciliation voucher. Gradually, he suddenly notices that I've changed. I no longer cry or beg him to stay. Only when he loses his mind over his innocent secretary again do I quietly ask him, "Frederick, if you don't come back tonight, can I use a reconciliation voucher?" He pauses mid-step, then immediately turns. "Of course." He thinks he still has many reconciliation vouchers. He doesn't realize this is his last one.