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Jason was to the side, already finished, his chest heaving as he stared at the floor, his spent seed splattered across the expensive rug. Conner was still standing near the door, his face a mask of tortured lust. His hands were clenched at his sides, fighting the biological urge to join the chorus of depravity. And William... Poor William just sat there like a statue of spite, gritting his teeth so hard I could hear them grinding. He kept checking his watch, the Bulova Diamond watch I'd destroyed my credit to buy him. The irony was a bitter pill, so I decided to make him choke on it. "Conner," I moaned, my voice a raspy, filthy invitation as Preston rammed into me, his cock stretching my wal

Chapter 1: Taken Trigger Warning- Consensual Non-Consent Elena Voss had been feeling restless for months. At twenty-six, her life was stable but painfully boring. She worked from home as a graphic designer, had a small circle of friends she rarely saw, and hadn’t been on a date in over a year. Sex had become something she only experienced through her own hands and late-night fantasies. She had dark fantasies. Very dark ones. Elena had always been too ashamed to say them out loud. She wanted to be taken. She wanted to feel powerless. She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to.

1) This book is a dark book. It will have 18+ scenes, some violent scenes, non-consensual scenes and some trigger warning scene. If you can't handle this type of scenes then kindly swipe past this book. You have been warned. If you don't like it then don't read it. Kindly don't pass any kind of hate comments. 2) The whole book is fictional. Name, place characters, events and everything is completely fictional. It has no connection with real life. The writer doesn't promote any kind of violence. It's a work of fiction and kindly take it as fiction.

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Daniel pounded him for so long that he began to feel his knees buckle underneath him. Soon he found himself reaching behind to create a small distance between them. “Am I hurting you?” Daniel asked, as he pulled himself out from him. Evan shook his head and replied. “No, I just think we should change positions.” Daniel smiled at his response and immediately switched him to his back, without warning he shoved himself back into him and continued pounding. He grabbed Evan’s member and stroked it rhythmically to his lower body movement. Within minutes, Evan’s body began to spasm from the orgasmic euphoria and with one last stroke from Daniel he shot his load all over his abs, and with one final

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

•Simulated Sexual Assault •Consensual Non-consent •Strong Language •Graphic Violence •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for choosing to read my story! Your support means the world to me. I would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to leave a comment and vote if you enjoyed the book. Your feedback not only fuels my writing but also keeps me from talking to myself in a padded room. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• POINT OF VIEWS - POVs.

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you have proof?” “Mr. Blackwood does. Server logs. Intercepted messages. The burner phone Eze carried tonight. It’s in his possession.” She nods slowly. “We’ll need your full statement. On record.” I lean forward. “I’ll give it to you. But I want one thing clear.” She waits. “Everything between Damian Blackwood and me is consensual. Everything. The collar. The sex. The kink. The pain. The pleasure. I chose it. I chose him. If you try to twist that into coercion, you’re not fighting corruption. You’re fighting consent.”

I blurted the words out and quickly slapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. The girl leaned in, her dark eyes burning with heated interest. “What did he do? Go on, spill the tea!” She lifted her drink, which happened to be a Long Island Tea, and drank deeply. I followed her lead, coming up for air when the glass was half empty. “He does exactly…” I hiccupped, “…what you said men do. He takes what isn’t his, and doesn’t give a flying crap about consent. How disgusting is that? Like, how can you enjoy sleeping with someone who doesn’t want it?”