Forgive My Unholy Desires Father

When Kristina got her job as the secretary to the CEO of Black’s textiles, the last thing she expected was to end up in his bed, while he was married to her sister. **** “We need to stop doing this,” Kristina muttered silently to the beautiful man lying next to her. He chuckled silently as he dabbed her cheek with his finger. “You're having so much fun with this,” he teased, She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. As much as she hated admitting it, it was indeed true. She wasn't supposed to be happy nor satisfied in this situation with her in-law. She was betraying her only sister. Her only sane family. She needed to break up with him. She would break up with him, she decided. But as soon as she opened her eyes, the words disappeared from her tongue. “Well, one last time.” She agreed to his pleading eyes. Only that, deep down she knew it wasn't one last time. This unending desire for her in-law would consume her.

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

"So you admit to seducing me?" Elijah whispered against my neck. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His soft lips brushed against my neck, goosebumps began to coat my skin. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip. I sucked in a breath when his tongue touched my hot skin, slowly he caressed his tongue along my jawline then gently bit my earlobe. "Elijah." I moaned softly. "Yes." He responded in his deep soothing voice. "You're fiancé is outside." I replied, as I held his shoulders for balance. "She can wait." - 24-year-old Josephine, a carefree and creative woman who owns one of the best studios in New York. 27-year-old Elijah, stubborn but loving man. One of the best photographers in America engaged to a well known model. A secret affair occurs between them both as time passes they realise that they can't get enough of each other and there's a risk that one of them might catch feelings. Will they both come to the realization and end it or continue to fulfill their desires therefore the whole situation can be an endangerment to their careers?

DON’T READ THIS IN PUBLIC. . . . . . . This is not your regular love story. This is a collection of raw, filthy, and deliciously forbidden sins. Stepfather secrets. Best friend’s dad fantasies. Power-hungry professors. Twisted threesomes. And every dirty little craving you’re not supposed to want. Every story is fast, wicked, and dripping with heat. Dominant men who take control. Bold women who surrender… or fight back. Best friends who discover they don’t mind sharing. And the kind of nasty, pulse-pounding sex that will leave you soaked and aching. As you read, your heart will race. Your thighs will press together. Your breath will catch with every moan, every slap, every filthy command whispered in the dark. You’ll feel every thrust. Every wet tongue. Every moment of risky, heart-stopping pleasure. We have it all — Forbidden older men. Steamy professor/student tension. Best friend’s dad caught in the act. Dominant stepfathers who kneel for their mistresses. And scorching hot threesomes where boundaries are destroyed. The thrill of almost getting caught. The shame of wanting what you shouldn’t. The rush of giving in to your darkest urges. No vanilla. No limits. Just pure, unfiltered lust. By the time you finish the last page, your body will be burning. Your hand will have wandered. And you’ll already be craving the next sinful story. This isn’t just reading. It’s indulgence. It’s temptation. Are you ready to give in?

Warning: Extremely explicit. For adults 18+ only. A Collection Of Filthy Erotica stories, Welcome to a world where forbidden temptations rule, thirty scorching-hot stories push pleasure to the absolute limit.From the ruthless CEO who finally claims his innocent virgin secretary over his office desk, breeding her with every deep, possessive thrust… to dark stepbrothers, powerful mafia dons, best friend’s fathers, strict professors, and strangers who turn one night into raw, dripping obsession. MxM, FxF, MMMF. Every story is packed with intense, no-limits heat: rough desk sex, public risk, filthy breeding, domination, squirting orgasms, and dirty talk that will leave you soaked. These powerful men don’t just fuck…they claim, stretch, and ruin their women in the most delicious ways.Steamy. Taboo. Addictive. If you crave stories that go straight from slow-burn tension to mind-blowing, sheet-gripping filth with zero restraint, dive in.One taste is never enough.

This isn’t a book. It’s a violation. Of your rules. Of your morals. Of the last line between want and ruin. These aren’t stories. They’re commands. Each page is a filthy little dare to spread wider, moan louder, and let go of every ounce of control you thought you had. Because once you start reading? You don’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where innocence gets devoured by the mouths it was told to avoid. Where best friends’ daddies, strict professors, and stepbrothers with no self-control break all the rules in your head—and then break you. They’re not gentle. They’re not careful. They’re not here for love. They want your breath caught in your throat. Your thighs shaking from how much you need it. Your body betraying every thought that says “no.” They’ll pin you down with a stare. Fuck your mind until it spirals. Make you beg without even touching you. You’ll gag on the tension. Cry from the pressure. Climax from the ache of what you’re not supposed to want. So keep your fingers ready. Keep the lights low. And baby? Be warned: You’re gonna need a towel by the end. Because this book doesn’t just seduce you. It owns you. Read it loud. Feel it deeper. And don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every depraved second of it.