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KEEP OUT OF THE REACH OF CHILDREN⚠️ This collection is not about love. There are no soft confessions, no forever promises, no gentle hands reaching for something pure. These stories are built on raw hunger...men consumed by obsession, dominance, and the need to take what they crave without apology. Inside these pages are ruthless encounters between men who don’t believe in romance. Men who use bodies like addictions. Men who pin, command, consume, and leave bruises where tenderness should have been. Desire here is violent, intoxicating, and shameless. Every touch burns with greed. These are not stories about soulmates. They are stories about dark locker rooms, sweaty midnight encounters, rough mouths, possessive grips, filthy whispers, and desperate cravings that refuse to stay hidden. Men giving in to temptation with no guilt and no restraint. Men chasing release like starving animals, devouring each other simply because they can. No hearts. No healing. No salvation. Just sweat, tension, sin, and the dangerous thrill of men who know exactly what they want from other men and take it hard, fast, and without mercy.

“Admit it,” He growls, slamming my back against the wall, his body caging me in. “You like it when I piss you off.” My breath catches as our bodies collide, heat and hatred sparking between us. I hate Dorian Hayes with every fibre of my being...so why can't I pull away? For Noah Carter, hockey isn’t just a game–it’s an escape. The golden boy captain with a killer smile and a secret he can’t afford to slip, Noah’s carefully crafted lie is falling apart with every practice and every time he locks eyes with HIM. HIM. Dorian Hayes is fire on the ice with only one mission--Make it to the NHL. But there’s one person he never expected to see when he got in Bridgewater to play for the Artic-Blades. Noah Fucking Carter. The one person he hates with everything inside him. Cue in a plan to destroy everything Noah stands for. But every time their bodies collide on the ice, Dorian can’t deny the pull. It’s infuriating, maddening…and addictive. He doesn’t want to want Noah, but when their rivalry shifts from Icy stares to scalding touches, Dorian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent years skating away from: sometimes, the person you hate the most is the only one who truly sees you.

A collection of scorching stepdad erotica shorts where forbidden desire knows no limits. Every story is packed with raw lust, shameless seduction, and taboo encounters that will leave you burning for more.

Maia just graduated and starts her new journey. She met the love of her life who changes her to become someone she never expected. Maia is an innocent narcissistic woman who strives to be on her best behavior. Her girlfriend named Lena runs an illegal business followed her father and drags Maia into the cartel ring. Lena is a snarky, manipulative, and street-smart woman, she has good survival skills, is calm, and usually has a good sense of humor when facing problems. Both Lena and Maia betray each other for personal gain, despite their feelings for each other. Lena is good at reading people and is perceptive. Maia experiences life chaos with her girlfriend, Lena. And that changes her became cruel, spoiled, and will be manipulative to get what she wants. But in the end, she just does what she needs to do to survive and protect the one she loves. Their adventure through love, pain, and sexual fantasies remain loyal to each other across time, distance, and silence which changes the way we see real love. Both of them end up behind bars and Maia is released before Lena. After her release, will Maia wait for Lena and be with her or start her new life? RATED 17+ This novel contains sex, nudity, and violence.

Janessa got into Berkeley on her own merit, but she didn’t plan on being homeless at 2 AM or living with the one man her boyfriend hates most. Brayden is rude, dangerous, and sees right through her good-girl act. He was supposed to be her punishment, but now he’s the only one teaching her how to want something for herself.

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."