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“I’ve got you,” His free hand finds my waist again, keeping me anchored. “I won’t let go unless you tell me to.” My breath hitches but I don't move away, still fixing my gaze back at him. Water droplets cling to his eyelashes and his hair is slicked back from his face, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. Fuck. He looks so dreamy and beautiful and utterly unguarded with me. I wonder if I look the same to him too. Gently, the water laps at our shoulders, cool against my heated skin that is burning for his touch. Our eyes are still locked on each other, our faces merely inches apart. I want him. I want him so much that I don't want to stop wanting him. This pull between us has tortured me long enough and for so long, I have fought it. Restrained it. But now, I am done fighting it. Without warning, I cup his face and crash my lips to his mouth, shutting my eyes and damning the consequences. He takes in a sharp breath, an adrenaline of desire rushing through me like wildfire at the sound before he pulls me flush against him, his lips kissing me back with a hunger that instantly fuels the fire blazing through my veins. My hands move up and fist into his wet hair, tugging at the strands and drawing out a pleasurable groan from him. He wants me. He craves me just as much as I crave him. And I am glad we're both on the same page of this temptation. ~ They stole my powers, murdered my loved ones, and killed me. But now, I am back for vengeance—and the Lycan Prince is mine!

“You stare like you’re trying to memorize me,” she murmured quietly, without looking up. He stepped closer, voice rough. “I already have. Every inch. Every sigh. But I still feel like I’m starving for you.” He walked up behind her. His fingers trail over her collarbone, slow, reverent. She shivers. “You shouldn’t touch me like that,” she whispered. “Say stop, and I will. But don’t lie.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. Her breath hitched. “This… this is dangerous.” He murmured, “You’re the most dangerous thing in my life. I’ve killed men with steadier hands than I have when I’m near you.” She turned to face him, their eyes locked. One look—everything trembled between them. “Let me ruin every thought you have of gentleness, Inayat. Let me be the fire you crave but don’t dare name.” He lifted her, gently, set her on the table beside the couch. His hands lingered on her thighs, the tension coiling like smoke in the air. He whispered, “You asked me once why I watch you like I might break. It’s because loving you has become my most violent instinct.” *** When King Agnil is betrayed and slain by his own commander, Samarth, his kingdom falls into chaos—and his daughter, Inayat, becomes the obsession of the man who murdered her father. Years later, the exiled prince, Ayman, returns to reclaim the throne. His plan? Use Samarth’s sister as a weapon of revenge. But as vengeance tangles with emotion, Ayman finds himself torn between justice and the forbidden pull of love. Can he destroy the man who stole everything—without losing the girl who might save him?

They've called me a lot of things; Desperate, reckless and stupid. My name is Arthur Rowen, and three months ago, my world ended. My father was murdered—skull branded on his forehead like a sick calling card, Lionel family signature marking him as a traitor. My twin brother Asher vanished the same night without a trace, like he never existed. The police won't help because Lionel's own them. So I did what any desperate, reckless, stupid person would do: I got myself hired at The Pit of Lust, the Lionel family's underground sex club. The plan was simple: infiltrate, investigate, find Asher, get out. Then Andreas Lionel noticed me. Seven years older, dangerously beautiful, rumored to have appetites that would make a devil blush. The man who might have signed my father's death warrant. He wants me in his private suite, in his bed and under his control. Maybe I should run and while I'm at it, I should remember why I'm here but Andreas touches me like I'm something precious, not another pretty body in his collection. Fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else, while somehow making me feel whole for the first time in my life. The worst part? It's working and my legs are spreading with each passing night shamelessly. I'm falling for the man who destroyed my family. My brother is still missing and my father is still dead. And I'm still lying to the one person who's made me feel alive. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. No one warned me it would taste like whiskey and sin on Andreas Lionel's tongue Or that I'd crave the flavor like an additive.

“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and f*ck you senseless.” My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…” “Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.” I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she’s about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains… Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.* *Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ “Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.” I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking… I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

Betrayed. Humiliated. Desired by the forbidden. Heat Level: Steamy contemporary romance with emotional depth Evelyn Hayes thought she could trust her fiancé… until she caught him with her pregnant stepsister. Humiliated, alone, and set up to take the fall for a cruel scheme, her world shatters. But Roman Sinclair—her fiancé’s powerful uncle—has wanted her for years. Protective, dangerous, and harboring secrets that could destroy them both, he’s determined to claim her. One night changes everything. What began as forbidden desire turns deeper. Darker. All-consuming. Roman walked away once, thinking she was too young, too pure, too off-limits. He won’t make that mistake again. Some men don’t just want you—they protect you, claim you, and won’t let you go. For readers who crave steamy, forbidden romance, betrayal, and a man who doesn’t let go, this story will ignite your heart. **** Excerpt: “I’m going to get you pregnant.” Evelyn froze. “What?” Roman didn’t look bothered. His voice was calm. Controlled. “We’ll just… make it happen. Starting now.” Her heart slammed against her chest. “Roman, I have plans. A career. A life—” He pulled her closer, his gaze dark, unwavering. “Do you have a better solution?” She opened her mouth… then stopped. Because she didn’t. “Sooner or later, you’d have to get pregnant to maintain this story. Why not now?” His gaze turned smoldering, almost hypnotic. “But I don’t want to bring a child into a marriage based on contracts. Not now,” she whispered. “Not without love. That’s not fair to a baby.” His thumb brushed her cheek. “Who said there’s no love?” he murmured. Evelyn looked at him, dazed. “What do you mean?” “Hm?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Who said there’s no love, Evelyn?”

My life turned upside down the moment I found out I was pregnant. My infertile husband—Ryan Xavier accused me of cheating, he divorced me, humiliated me, and left me questioning my own sanity because I knew I didn’t cheat on him. My world collapsed all over again when the doctor confessed he made a terrible mistake. He had mistakenly injected me with another man's embryo and the baby inside me doesn't belong to any random person...it belongs to Kian Xavier. My ex-husband Ryan’s twin brother. The richest and most feared billionaire tycoon in the city. Now that I’m carrying his child, Kian isn’t ready to let me go just like that. He offered me a one year contract marriage —no emotions, no intimacy, just protection until the baby was born, with no other where to turn to, I accepted. I swore I’d keep my distance… but every time he looked at me, every time he touched me, my heart betrayed me and I found myself falling for him. Then my ex-husband Ryan found out, the man who once abandoned me became obsessed with having me back. He wanted to destroy what Kian and I had, to remind me that I’d once belonged to him. Then my pain deepened when the doctor revealed another truth. I'm pregnant with twins and they don’t share the same father. One belonged to Kian, my new husband, while the other baby belongs to Ryan, my ex-husband. Now I’m trapped between two brothers—one I should hate, one I can’t resist. Both crave me. Both claim me. Neither is willing to let me go. How would I choose between the man who broke me… and the one I was never meant to love.

How the fuck am I supposed to tell my boyfriend that I let his godfather eat me raw on the night of our engagement party? Like… how do you even start that conversation? “Hey babe, remember when we got engaged? While you were outside cutting the cake, I was bent over in a hotel room getting wrecked by your godfather.” Okay, this is absolute bullshit. Yea. My life is a complete shitshow right now. You must be wondering how everything got so shitty right? It happened so fast. One minute Logan and I were trapped in that room during the engagement party. The next, my back was slammed against the wall, my dress shoved up, and his thick cock was buried deep inside me. And the worst part? I fucking loved it. It felt so wrong… and so good. That night changed everything. Logan Draegor swore he’d have me, and my body betrayed me because some sick part of me wanted him too. Logan is walking danger. When he enters a room, the air gets sucked out. Grownmen tremble. He crushes people, ruins lives, and takes whatever he wants. No sane woman should crave him. But I did. I spent days drowning in guilt, thinking I was betraying my sweet, loyal, Sebastian… until I found out the truth. He never loved me. He was just playing me, planning to dump me on our wedding day. The guilt disappeared after that. I didn’t want Sebastian anymore. I didn’t want Logan either. But when the debt collectors showed up threatening to take our house, I had no choice. I went to Logan. Now I belong to him. And now his cunning cousin, Kai Draegor, wants me too. I’m trapped between two powerful, dangerous men. Fuck. I’m screwed.

“Take off your clothes, Ms. Hadley,” “What?” Esme's eyes widened, hearing the mafia don, Luka Salvino. Her cruel boss was supposed to punish her for defying his order but here he was horny for her…. again. The devil before her smirked. “You are my personal assistant here, remember?” He spoke out while loosening his collar. His eyes shamelessly roamed all over her body. “So now I need you to assist me with something extremely personal,” he started opening the buttons of his shirt. Esme's heartbeat accelerated because she knew what kind of sinful assistance he was asking from her and how forbidden it was in his office. “Mr. Salvino, we can't…..” “Get here, woman ... ,” the mafia don growled, making her swallow. ……… Luka Salvino, the cruel mafia don, had always gotten what he wanted. Be it money, power, pleasure or anything, but it was until, his eyes fell on his precious new maid and a single mother, Esme Hadley, who gave him the taste of defiance, denial and disobedience, which infuriated him but at the same time, it made the mafia don crave his precious maid even more to the extent that he broke all the boundaries of madness just to make her as his. But what Luka Salvino didn't know was that his innocent maid was hiding a deep secret from him…that he was the father of her four years old daughter, Elea, and Luka was not even aware of this. So what would happen the moment when the mafia don would find out that he was the biological father of his maid's daughter and she had been keeping his own blood hidden from him for the past five years? Would the Mafia Don forgive her or his desires for her would turn into something more dangerous and diabolic?