18 Miles Out Walking Dead

Midnight Cravings WARNING: 18+ ONLY. This compilation contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, taboo themes (step-sibling forbidden lust, best-friend betrayal, power-play seduction), dubious consent elements, rough dominance, breeding kinks, multiple partners, dirty talk, and intense orgasms. Read at your own risk — these stories are unapologetically filthy and designed to leave you breathless, wet, and craving more. ~~~~~ "Fuck, Mia," he growled against my neck. "Been thinking about this since their wedding. About spreading you out and tasting every inch." His hand slid up my thigh, under the dress. Fingers grazed the edge of my panties. Soaked. "Gosh. All this for your stepbrother?" He rubbed slow circles over the fabric, right on my clit. "Tell me you want it." "I... we shouldn't—" "But you do." He pushed the lace aside, one finger sliding through my folds. "Say it." "I want it," I whispered. He groaned, sinking a finger inside me. Slow. Deep. Curling. "Good girl.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Cravings is a dark romance collection of standalone erotic shorts that will ruin you in the best way: filthy surrender on camera. And many more. Each story drips with intense chemistry, dominant alphas, submissive good girls, dirty praise, multiple orgasms, and that addictive rush of "we shouldn't… but we can't stop." Perfect for fans of dark taboo romance, steamy forbidden love, high-heat erotica, and quick, bingeable smut that keeps you up all night unlocking chapter after chapter. One taste and you'll be addicted. Welcome to Midnight Cravings… dive in if you dare.

Banayad ang unang kagat sa labi ni Samantha kaya napasinghap siya, at hinalikan siya ni Dwyn sa leeg pababa. Mainit at maselan ang bawat dampi, at si Samantha ay kusang tumagilid ng ulo, tila tinatanggap ang halik. Lalong tumindi ang pagnanasa ni Dwyn. Bahagyang bumuka ang bibig ni Samantha, naghahanap ng hangin, pero nanatili pa rin ang inosenteng ekspresyon sa mukha. “Bakit kamukha mo ‘yong boss ko?” tanong niya, lasing na lasing. Binuhat siya ni Dwyn papunta sa kama at inihagis sa malambot na higaan, sabay dakma ulit sa katawan niya. “Alam mo ba kung sino ako?” tanong niya, galit at sabik ang boses. Umiling lang si Samantha na parang tuliro. Napamura si Dwyn at tumayo, pilit pinipigilan ang sarili. Ayaw niyang samantalahin ang sitwasyon. Lumabas siya ng kwarto, pumunta sa kusina at uminom ng malamig na tubig para pakalmahin ang sarili.

Limang taon na ang nakalipas mula nang gumuho ang buhay ni Alice dahil sa pagtataksil at isang gabing nagbago ng lahat. Ngunit sa kanyang pagbabalik, dala niya ang tapang, talento, at determinasyong bawiin ang lahat ng nawala sa kanya. Sa isang mundong puno ng pag-iibigan, panlilinlang, at ambisyon, hanggang saan ang kayang gawin ni Alice para sa hustisya, para sa anak, at para sa puso niyang hindi niya alam kung kanino nabibilang?

อดีตที่เธอไม่อยากจดจำ แต่เขากลับจำเธอไม่ลืม เมื่อเขาได้เจอเธออีกครั้ง เขาจึงจองจำเธอด้วยสถานะ 'เมีย ' “ปล่อย!..” “ไหนเธอบอกกับพี่ว่าอยู่คอนโด แล้วทำไมถึงได้มายืนแรด อ่อยผู้ชายคนอื่นอยู่ที่นี่ได้!” “ฉันจะแรดอยู่ที่ไหน หรือจะอ่อยใครมันก็สิทธิ์ของฉัน พี่ไม่ต้องมายุ่งวุ่นวายกับชีวิตฉันได้ป่ะ” “เธอเป็นเมียพี่ ถ้าจะให้พี่เลิกยุ่งกับเมียตัวเอง พี่คงทำไม่ได้” “สถานะเมียของพี่...ฉันไม่ต้องการและไม่อยากเป็น พี่เข้าใจไหมว่าฉันไม่ต้องการ!” “ถึงเธอจะไม่ต้องการ เธอไม่มีสิทธิ์ปฎิเสธ ..”

Blurb: Pakiramdam ni Graeson Santillan, may kulang pa sa sarili niya kaya hindi niya magawang magseryoso sa buhay. Kaya hinanap niya ang sarili niya. Nilibang din niya ang sarili sa mga babae, bar hopping, car racing at iba pa. Pero gano’n pa rin ang pakiramdam niya kaya nagdesisyon siyang sumama sa kaibigang si Isagani pauwi ng probinsya, baka sakaling mahanap niya ang sarili doon. Hindi niya akalaing magiging wild ang unang gabi niya sa bayang iyon. Isa yata iyon sa hindi niya malilimutang karanasan. Pero minalas siya dahil basta na lang siya iniwan ng babaeng nakaniig na nagngagalang Beth. Hindi pa naman niya nakita nang malinaw ang totoong itsura nito. Hinanap niya ito ng mga sumunod na araw pero walang nakakakilala sa kanya. Saka naman dumating sa buhay niya ang Ate Athena ni Isagani, na matanda sa kanya ng anim na taon. Ginulo din nito ang naguguluhang puso niya, na mas lalong nagulo nang makatanggap siya nang balita tungkol kay Beth…

I was ditched by my father, Alpha of Northcrest Pack. Dumped in the borderlands for a whole decade. "Danae's still young. Once she hits eighteen, we'll bring you back. She's always been insecure 'cause she's adopted. When she's stronger, we'll come for you." Yeah, right. I didn't even look at that delusional she-wolf. Just kept watering my orchard. Even my so-called brother backed Danae. "Danae's the sister I grew up with. Disrespect her when you return, and we're done." Their voices? Just white noise. I shut it down cold. "Wrong wolf. I don't know you." They had the nerve to call themselves family. Joke's on them—I've had real parents for the last eight years.

Ethan Cross, an FBI agent, has been pursuing Dante Valensi, one of the nation's most influential and untouchable crime lords, for years. Dante has created an empire that law enforcement has never been able to destroy. He is cunning, ruthless, and feared by all. Ethan, however, is unique. He has been assigned the task of entering Dante's world as Luca Romano, moving up the ranks, and destroying him from within. It is almost impossible to get close to Dante. He doesn’t trust anyone and doesn’t allow anyone to be close to him, especially not romantically. However, in the role of Luca, Ethan excels at the game, gains Dante’s confidence, and becomes his right-hand man. He gets closer to his objective with each step. It becomes more difficult to keep in mind that this is only a mission every moment spent with Dante. Then everything changes one night. An overly persistent touch. The look says too much. A weakness that neither of them can undo. What little and dishonesty develops into something harmful that is unavoidable. It’s just part of the job, Ethan tells himself. Dante is an evil creature. that the worst thing he could ever do is fall in love with him. What occurs, though, when the lie begins to seem more plausible than reality? Ethan has to decide whether to finish his mission and bring down the man he was sent to destroy or to give in to the one person he was never supposed to love as secrets come to light, treachery looms, and blood is shed. Because there is only one way in with Dante Valenci. And no escape route.

Everyone in New York knew that Don Lorenzo Capone loved his wife dearly. At the height of our love, he shielded me from a bullet that went straight through his chest. The hospital issued eleven critical condition notices. I cried myself hoarse at the door of the emergency room. "Lorenzo, don't you dare die on me, or I'll instantly find a pretty boy to marry and have children with!" He survived the ordeal, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to marry me. After the marriage, he ruled over New York's largest underground empire with an iron fist, but never allowed any woman to get close to him. On our third wedding anniversary, I went to his private dock to give him a surprise. There, I saw him holding a pair of twins, teaching them how to shoot. The man who could kill without batting an eye was looking at the children with eyes full of affection. The children's mother was Elena Tribbiani, the daughter of an arms dealer who was his equal. "Lorenzo, what if Vivian finds out?" Lorenzo dismissed it casually. "A fragile porcelain doll like her is only fit to be displayed in a glass case. Only a she-wolf like you is worthy of bearing my family's cubs." It turned out, what I thought was true love was merely a carefully-woven lie. I did not confront him. Instead, I sent a text message to an FBI special agent. "Agent Smith, I have a list of the arms deal you’re investigating."

Elise Thatcher took care of Kayden Anderson, a rich Billionaire who was in coma for three years. To make things easy for Elise to take care of Kayden, his grandma let them marry. Elise endured the harsh treatment from her in-laws for the sake of love, thinking she could melt his frozen heart. She hid her identity and healed Kayden until he could walk again. But when he recovered, he demanded a divorce coldly, bringing home his first love. Elise had enough. She forced him to sign the divorce papers and returned to claim her throne, becoming the most sought after Queen in the business world. Elise flung the papers at Kayden's face. Kayden glared at her in surprised. The people around them gasped in shock. How could Elise do this to Kayden, a multibillionaire and her husband?! "I've signed it. Don't worry. Jessie doesn't need to leave. I'll leave," Elise mocked as she walked pass them. However, Kayden grabbed ahold of her arm and pulled her back, his grip bruising and punishing. "Where do you think you're going? Kneel and apologize to Jessie!" "Apologize to her? For what?" Elise blinked her eyes innocently. She fought back a wince. Kayden was increasing his grip on her arm as if he wanted to break it. "For scaring her. You should treat her with respect," Elise burst out laughing, catching everyone off guard. Her heart felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer over and over again. "You want me, your legal wife to apologize to your mistress? Kayden, do you know what you're saying?"

“Just stay married to me for three years. After that, we divorce. In return, I’ll help you destroy your husband and the woman who took your child.” I agreed. Not because I was weak. But because I survived. I was once a devoted wife. Obedient. Loyal. Pregnant with a child I believed would save my marriage. Then his first love returned, and everything I trusted turned to blood and betrayal. We were rushed to the same hospital. I was bleeding. She was crying in his arms. There was only one operating room left. He chose her. He wheeled his mistress, his first love, into surgery and left me behind to miscarry alone. I lost my baby on a cold hospital bed while my husband held another woman’s hand. I divorced him. But some wounds do not heal. They sharpen. Now I have a contract marriage, a man with no love to give, and a plan written in patience and pain. I will take everything my ex-husband values, piece by piece, and make him beg for what he threw away. Forgiveness is for the dead. And I am very much alive. Watch out, husband. I will ruin you.