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️️ Trigger warnings: Explicit sexual content (R18+) Strong language. This book contains explicit,unapologetic dark romance content. Read at your own risk. My best friend's dad has been in my dreams since I was sixteen. Everytime I went to bed and dreamed about his hands and woke up ashamed and did it all over again the next night. I was managing it. Then my heat hit, he's the only one home and everything I'd spent four years managing came apart in one night in ways I'm still not fully recovered from. He's thirty-eight, I'm twenty and he is the most dangerous thing I have ever wanted. He made me beg for it, took me apart so slowly I cried before he even started, pushed me past every limit I thought I had and then looked at me like I was something worth ruining himself for. My ex said I was cold. Now I realize, I'm not cold, I was never cold. I was just with the wrong man.

Ellen’s POV “Hmmm… Yes, Cane… just like that…” Mom’s voice drifted through the thin walls again, low and breathless, followed by a deep, masculine groan that made my stomach tighten. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the familiar rhythm coming from their room. It had become a nightly occurrence ever since Mom took a week off work. It was just the three of us in this apartment, and I was the only one who couldn’t seem to sleep. Dive into a scorching anthology that awakens your deepest, most forbidden desires. From possessive CEOs claiming what's theirs, to intense contemporary encounters dripping with seduction, each short story delivers raw passion, explicit heat, and unapologetic sensuality. Click the “Read” button if you dare!

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

“I’ve been in hell for years, Bella. Trying to forget. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the man Victor thinks I am.” I stood up, closing the distance between us. “What if the right thing is being honest about what we both want?” He reached out, cupping my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The touch was gentle, completely at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “If I kiss you now,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t stop. I won’t be gentle. And I won’t be able to pretend anymore that you’re just Victor’s daughter.” “Good, I don’t want you to.” I leaned into his touch, my own hand coming up to cover his. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

I grew up calling him Uncle. My father’s best friend. The man who built an empire, a billionaire everyone feared in business… but who always softened around me. Now I’m no longer a little girl. And when I return home, his eyes linger too long, his voice dips too low, and his touch makes me burn in ways that should never happen. He promised my father he’d protect me. But the way he looks at me now? Protection is the last thing on his mind. I know he’s dangerous. Older. Forbidden. But every time we’re alone, the walls close in and the line we can’t cross begins to blur. If my father ever finds out, it will destroy everything. But what if I don’t care anymore? Because when a billionaire this powerful decides he wants you… How long can you resist before you’re his?

In the ninth year after I married Charlie Lockwood, he brings his first love, Cecilia Moore, back home. She is gentle, beautiful, and understanding. Everyone treasures her like she is some precious gem. Right under my nose, Charlie begins to develop feelings for her. The household gradually comes under her control. Even my two children, whom I cherish dearly, would rather have Cecilia as their mother. Just when I am completely disheartened, I discover my true identity. With how things are in the Lockwood household now, there is no longer anything here that is worth staying back for. Without hesitation, I file for divorce and return home to take over my family business.

BOOK 2 after “Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friends TW: Dark Romance. BDSM. MF. FF. MFF. MM. MMMF. After years of fantasizing about her best friend’s hot, untouchable brother—the ruthless president of the Crimson Reapers MC—Ashley Johnson finally gets her chance. Gray’s wife walks out, leaving him shattered with nothing but rumors of a pregnancy she may or may not have faked. Gray is struggling, drowning in ghosts of the past, but Ashley is more than willing to distract him—with her body, her loyalty, and threesomes at sex clubs that push every limit he’s been afraid to cross. But when Christine storms back into town nine months later—with Gray’s four-month-old son in her arms—the game changes. Will Ashley step aside and let Gray rebuild his family? Or will she fight for him with everything she has… even if it means sharing the man she swore would one day be hers? Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother by Destiny B. Is a streamy, dark MC romance full of betrayal, obsession, and a love too wild to cage.

I groan, leaning my body over his.”Ride me, little princess”, He commands, panting, maintaining eye contact and guiding my hips. “Put me in,please…” I plead, biting my lower lips, trying to control the sensation that's taking over my body. He’s rubbing his dick on my clits, sliding it into my wet entrance. This was bad. She wasn’t supposed to be sleeping with her best friend’s father. But here she was, with his cock deep inside her, deciding to free herself, not caring at the thought of losing her virginity, her fiancé and her best friend.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.

️ CONTENT WARNING ️ This book is a filthy best-friend’s-dad / massive-age-gap / gay-awakening erotic romance with explicit, raw gay sex. If extreme taboo is not your cup of tea or these dynamics upset you, close the book now. >>>>>>>> Asher Vale has been turning heads since the day he learned to walk. A tall black-haired blue eyed stunner with a deliciously sinful body. Yet, Asher has never cared about sex or women because for twenty-two years, he's never gotten an erection. Until one drunken night when Asher stumbles downstairs and sees his best friend's father, Nico, fucking a man. Asher didn't mean to watch, and he definitely hadn't meant to grab out his cock and masturbate to the sight. But he couldn't help it. But now he can’t unsee it: and every time Nico walks into a room, Asher’s cock remembers exactly who it belongs to, leaking in his jeans every time Nico so much as breathes near him. Finally, he's found someone he wants and it’s the one man on earth he’s not allowed to have but some hungers don’t care about rules.