Are There Any Trigger Warnings For 'When They Touch Me'?

“I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I’m still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait… If I am mated to triplets, how come I’m about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes *** Book 1 : When They Touch Me - Completed Book 2 : Their Burning Touch on my Skin (Sequel) - Ongoing

TITLE: TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY BLURB: This collection pulls you into the most dangerous corners of forbidden craving where every “innocent” touch turns into betrayal, every whispered command drips with guilt, and the wronger it feels, the harder they cum. Expect savage age gap dominance, brutal dirty talk, relentless breeding, messy creampies, power soaked corruption, and deliciously broken “good girls” who learn they were made to be ruined by the one man they should never crave. No vanilla. No mercy. Just raw, addictive spirals into total depravity. Each story is a complete, multi chapter filthy ride packed with slow building tension that explodes into merciless fucking secret rules that turn everyday moments into dripping need, hidden hands in risky places, and whispered ownership that leaves them aching for more. These are stories of complete surrender: flexible young athletes stretched and trained on gym benches, curious neighbors claimed on balconies, goddaughters corrupted in penthouses, innocent patients bred on exam tables, protected girls turned into mafia pets, bad girls disciplined in uniform, and office interns fucked raw over conference desks, all risking everything for the rush of being possessed and filled deep by their ultimate Daddy. Open these pages only if you’re ready to get addicted to the kind of filth you’ll never admit you love.

This book contains mature themes, intense romance, and adult situations. Do not Touch explores complicated desires, emotional conflicts, and darker aspects of relationships. It includes themes such as violence, strong language, power dynamics, and mature experiences. This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.

Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."