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CAUTION: This is an R18 EROTIC DARK ROMANCE COLLECTION containing multiple RAW LGBTQIA+ STEAMY STORIES. HUNTED will meet you dry and hand you insanely vivid imaginations to leave you soaking wet, and as hard as diamond, rutting like an Alpha. Clicking on read more will definitely take you on a journey to either press your thighs together or use a vibrator; suffer in hard silence or stroke your dick faster with lubricant. Since you read everything above, and are still reading, I guess you volunteer as tribute to this world of perversion. Welcome, sinner.

"Ah… Mr. Carter, my legs can't spread any further…" My dance instructor, Cameron Carter, is in the middle of correcting my posture in the dance studio. He grabs me by my inner thighs while pressing on them forcefully. His actions drive my ticklishness to its peak. At the same time, I'm so acutely sensitive that I get wet instantly, soon drenching Cameron's hands with my juices.

People said the five years I spent with Chase Sean had witnessed my unrequited love for him.By the reservoir, he casually threw my bag into the water.He joked, "If Evelyn Thea has the courage to jump in and retrieve the bag for me, I'll admit her as my girlfriend."He didn't expect that I would actually jump.In that instant, a rare panic flashed across his eyes.Later, I resurfaced from the reservoir with bloody thighs, clutching a broken bracelet.It was a gift from Chase...

As I lay limp in the man’s arms, my face flushed red. I could not help but let his oil-covered hands move over my body. “No… That tickles…” I whined and shuddered because the oil felt hot on my skin. His hands tightened around my thighs as he leaned in and whispered in my ears, “Be good, Claudia. Repeater students face a lot of pressure. Spread your legs. I’ll help you relieve your stress.”

THE TASTE OF LOVE By Yeiron Jee Nica Joy Rodriguez - she does not want affection and care. She has a bad reputation for being wicked and cold-hearted even to his own father. "Who cares?" her motto in life. Chrismith Yuchan - his passion in life is playing guitar and singing. But he had to let it go for the sake of his family. Above all, he wants to teach a lesson to someone who thinks highly of herself. But, it all changed when he met her in person. Will Chrismith succeed in taming a girl he can compare to a wild animal? Can a song soften a heart full of anger and fear to love and be loved?

Please read until chapter 10, I guarantee you will like it. This story begins with A modern-world reader dies and wakes up as Kael Dreadmourne , the forgotten eldest son of the novel's primary villain, Lord Varen Dreadmourne, who was already slaughtered by the hero before the story even began. In the original novel, Kael was a background corpse , killed in Chapter 3 alongside his father's household. He has maybe two lines of dialogue before dying. He has four days before the hero's army arrives to purge the Dreadmourne bloodline. His only way out: the woman the original novel never explained , Seraphyne Voss, the Crimson Empress, the final boss the hero never actually defeated. In canon, she simply vanished. The readers never got closure. Kael knows why: she made a deal with someone. She traded her freedom for something. He's going to find out what. And offer her a better deal.

After being reincarnated as the villain in a story where everyone doted on the heroine, the system appeared. It told me that if I could win over any one of the male leads, I would regain a healthy body and return to my original world. But I failed to win over any of them. There was my adoptive brother, the fake heir, who grew up with me. My rebellious high school deskmate, the real heir, who became a boxer. And my childhood sweetheart, the genius surgeon. Even my own son, whom I carried for ten months. Without exception, they all fell in love with that cold, stubborn damsel while growing to deeply despise me. The system sighed and told me that if I could die at the hands of any one of the male leads, I would be able to see my parents in the original world. In the end, I used every method possible and was finally killed by them, with their own hands. But why did they all go mad afterward?

When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. Two people carrying different tragic stories met each other by fate. One who wants to cage herself in her memories, and the other one who wants to be free and bury his memories. What happens when fate starts to play with them? In a midst of chaos, Cassidy Amber found herself captivated through the beat of his drums. With every beat and every thump; she follows its rhythm. Together, they synchronized with each creating a song from their heartbeats.

"Come sit on my lap and we will talk about the first thing that pops up!" He tapped over his thigh while grinning, she could clearly see the bulge in his pants. "Oh? And what is that?" She playfully walked over him and stood there, lifted his face from chin as she licked her lips. "Come sit down, and you will get the point." He winked and pulled her closer from waist as the woman landed over his lap and something hard touched her thighs

Warning: This book is for fearless readers only. If you can’t handle heat, knotting, breeding, obsession, or two Alphas who would kill to claim what’s theirs… turn back now. I mean it. Because once you step into this story, there’s no way out. Not without scars. Not without shaking. Not without wanting more. I went into heat for the first time on campus. He found me. He pinned me down. He dragged his tongue up my thighs and told me I belonged to him. Then his father walked in. He didn’t stop us. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He watched. He growled. And he wanted me next. Now I can’t forget what they did to me. One held my hips. The other held my throat. They made me fall apart until I couldn’t remember who I was before them. They are both Alphas. They are both my mates. And they both left their mark. But I only get to keep one. So tell me… How do you choose between the man who claimed you first. And the one who made you beg? Read at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your heart races… and your thighs won’t stop clenching. Welcome to the heat. See you on the other side.