First-Person POV Fantasy Web Novels & Possessive Betrayal Stories

This isn’t a love story. It’s a dark, addictive descent into forbidden obsession that will leave you breathless, heartbroken, and begging for more. What kind of daughter desires her step father? Charlotte is a beautiful 20-year-old with dangerous cravings. While her mother Stacy chased stability by marrying the wealthy, commanding Sebastian, Charlotte has been quietly consumed by fantasies of her stepfather ruining her. One stormy night, drunk Sebastian sleepwalks into her room. Charlotte knows she should send him away. But she doesn’t. One reckless, forbidden night spirals into an obsession neither of them can outrun. But when Stacy uncovers their secret, the fallout will be devastating — divorce, scandal, and a betrayal that shatters everything. Torn between love and obsession. She must choose the collar that owns her, or the arms that might save her. She can only choose one.

Elara Voss was raised to believe she was nothing — a spare princess, unloved, unnecessary, easily spent. So when Virell needs to buy twenty years of peace, her father doesn't hesitate. He sends her across the border in a wedding dress, to marry the man they call a monster: Draven Ashkar, the Ash King, last of a bloodline that burns instead of bleeds. She expects a beast. She finds a man carved out of restraint, guarding a secret crueler than anything her own kingdom accused him of. And the longer she stays in his black castle, the more she realizes the real monsters wore crowns in the palace she grew up in. But Elara isn't just a discarded princess. Buried in her blood is the last living thread of a bloodline both kingdoms have hunted for a hundred years — the same power that could end the war, or burn both thrones to the ground. She was sent to die quietly. She is going to become impossible to kill.

“Lay back for me, darling,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning my earlobe, and making me squirm with anticipation. The risk of what we were doing, the fact that anyone could walk into the tent and catch us red handed, made my pussy throb. He trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping above my clit. “Say it, Marguerite. Beg for it. What do you want?” He asked. I gasped as he ran his tongue over my clit, and my body trembled. “You,” I moaned. “Good girl.” He smirked. ”And who’s the best biker?” He questioned. “I am.” I replied, just as his tongue pushed into my pussy, stealing my breath away. *** After stumbling in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman, and sacked from her job, popular biker—Marguerite Kasper—ends up at a club in her quest to vent out her anger. In her brokenhearted haze, she has sex with a hot stranger at the club. She finds out soon enough after a new student joins the biking academy which she attended, that the stranger might be the fuel to her flame, and also her nemesis.