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I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and c*m, red rooms equipped for flo****g, bo***ge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gr**ic, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a**-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Warning: Don’t open this book unless you’re ready to lose every ounce of control. Because this Alpha King will knot you so deep, pump you full, and ruin you for anyone else. And you’ll beg him for more while you’re still dripping his claim. This book is 100% raw sin and dripping heat. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s a brutal Alpha rut that’ll wreck your thighs and your mind. If you want gentle romance and pretty words, close this now. But if you want to be pinned down, knotted so deep you scream, slick pouring while he growls that you’re his filthy little secret… spread your legs and keep reading. Grab the lube. And surrender. ******************** At Rudolf Academy, Knox is the Alpha who rules the ice and the school. He hates Everett on sight—the pretty omega whose family murdered his sister. When Everett lands in his territory after barely escaping a pack-rape at his last school, Knox makes him an offer he can’t refuse: ‘be my bitch, warm my bed, let me use you whenever I want, and I’ll keep every other wolf off you.’ Everett says yes. He tells himself it’s survival. He tells himself he still hates the hands that bruise him, the mouth that claims him, the knot that makes him forget his own name. But then the lines on the pregnancy test turn positive. And the man who was only supposed to own his body suddenly owns his future too. Now the war isn’t outside the walls anymore. It’s inside Everett’s belly. And the only person who can keep them both alive is the same Alpha who swore he’d never feel a thing.

"You just swallowed my whole c**k Leo, and you're getting shy from me offering the same?" He huskily laughs. Leo needs money fast. Drowning in debt and hunted by a ruthless loan company, he’s desperate enough to turn to the only person who could help: the dangerously handsome billionaire Grayson Knight. But Grayson doesn’t give handouts. He offers Leo everything he dreams of… for just one thing in return.

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I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TO WARN YOU DO I?Desire doesn't ask. It corrupts. A married coach crosses the ultimate line with his brother’s best friend while his pregnant wife waits at home. A boyfriend pushes boundaries to the absolute edge on his birthday, offering his lover to a room full of hungry eyes, turning him into a thoroughly overwhelmed, ruined toy. Taboo. Risky. Obsessive. Guilt only makes the connection deeper. The constant fear of getting caught only makes the thrill hotter. Boundaries shatter as control is completely surrendered in gyms, living rooms, and hidden corners. No mercy. No escape. Just a raw, addictive temptation that leaves you completely undone and desperate for more. Forbidden Flesh — where wrong feels too fucking good.

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional manipulation, possessive relationships, and explicit sexual content. Intended for adult readers only. Read at your own risk. When 19 year old Elias moves deeper into his wealthy stepfather Vane’s world, he’s already hiding a shameful obsession, years of stealing Vane’s clothes, breathing in his scent, and touching himself while whispering “Daddy.” His cruel stepbrother Cyrus catches him in the act, snaps proof, and blackmails Elias into becoming his secret, unwilling lover. Broken and desperate, Elias drugs Vane one night and offers himself completely. To his shock, Vane doesn’t stop him—he takes him hard, raw, and possessive, awakening a hunger in both of them that can’t be caged. That first forbidden night is explosive: Vane pins Elias to the rug, fills him deep, growls “Mine” against his throat as Elias comes undone, crying out “Daddy” while Vane thrusts until they both shatter. Now Elias is trapped between two dangerous men, one who degrades him with threats, and one who owns him with terrifying tenderness. He should hate it. Instead, he’s starting to crave being claimed by both.