A Dawn Of Onyx Spice Level

‎Blurb: If you have been looking for a steamy, passionate and crazy spicy story, you just found it! Get ready to ignite your passions and body with this provocative erotica story. Each chapter is a sensual exploration of desire, pleasure, and the unbridled heat, heat and more heat. From slow-burning seductions to explosive, raw, tantalizing encounters and forbidden flames. This story will push your boundaries, introduce you to new sexual experiences and leave you craving more. There will be kinks, b**m, fingering, blood play, pool sex, candle play, degradation, gags and ropes, whipping and bondage, l***q+, etc. This book is rated 18++

DISCLAIMER—THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF EROTIC FICTION. IT CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENTS RATED 18+ When private chef Lilith is hired for an exclusive weekend at a cliffside mansion, she expects three arrogant billionaire brothers who only care about perfection on a plate. Instead, she finds three devastatingly handsome men who crave ‘her’—each in his own intoxicating way. Between sizzling kitchen counters and moonlit dinners, their teasing touches turn into hungry commands, shared glances into shared pleasure, and two forbidden nights into an unforgettable feast of dominance, surrender, and scorching desire. In the heat of their world, Lilith discovers that the most delicious thing on the menu… is her. Short, filthy, and unapologetically spicy. This is just one of many steamy tales in the 'Spicy Shades of her' collection. Turn the pages if you’re ready to burn.

Spicy & Forbidden is a collection of stories about morally gray characters who ignore every warning sign and cross lines they know they shouldn't. Some fall for the wrong person. Some chase dangerous obsessions. Others mistake desire for destiny and refuse to turn back, no matter the cost. Every choice pulls them deeper into messy relationships, impossible situations, and secrets that could ruin everything. They're flawed, reckless, and impossible to look away from, but beneath all the chaos, they're searching for the same thing: to be wanted, to be chosen, and to find someone who won't run when the truth comes out. The only question is... How far are they willing to go before desire destroys everything they have left?

Reader Discretion Strongly Advised | Steamy Passion Ahead. Sexuality: All Kinds. Ranging from MxF, MxM, MMxF, MMxM, BxB, MxB, MxTF, MxTM, MMMxF, MMMxM, FFFxM and so on. Content Warnings: This collection contains intense private content. Everything here is unholy, the characters are broken and desperate, and the scenes are rough. If you're not familiar with dark, taboo-ish, forbidden stories, then this book isn't for you. 100 Shades of Spice is a wicked collection of short stories where there are no rules or boundaries to follow. Enter a world where innocence is corrupted, temptation is law, and the forbidden feels far too pleasurable to resist. From off-limits sadistic bosses to one-night stands turned rivals, and everything taboo in between, these stories aren’t just dirty… They're deliciously dangerous. You’ll blush. You’ll squirm. You'll wish for more. And you’ll come back for more. Welcome to the fantasies you were never meant to have. Because now you do.

My new next-door neighbour was a total hottie. He fixed my plumbing and brought over baked goods, basically the perfect gentleman. However, I could see a bright red stat hanging over his head. Malice Level: 1,111 It could only mean he was out to get me. One night, he snapped my stalker’s wrist, and red digits reset to zero. Somehow, his murder meter turned into a pink possessiveness score of 9,999+. He wiped the blood off his hand, his tone eerily gentle. “Who gave you the right to touch my prey?”

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.