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WARNING: //MATURE CONTENT. CONTAINS STEAMY, EROTIC AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL THEMES INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCE (18+). READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. . "Spread your legs for me, sunshine." He ordered and I immediately obliged, my dripping cunt arched to meet his thrusting fingers. "After today," he groaned, placing his dick at the entrance of my cunt. "I don't want anyone fucking you. Only I am allowed to fuck you Nevaeh." "Your body, your pussy belongs to me and no one else. Do you understand?" He said and thrusted deeper into my wet cunt. *** Twenty-two years Nevaeh gets herself caught up in a lifetime sex encounter, when she accidentally bargains to give her professor, who happens to be her best-friend's father, a blow job in exchange for her grades. Since then, she is hooked and can’t stop thinking about the man that made her cum in her pants just by watching him groan in pleasure under her touch. Anthony Martinez, a substitute professor, billionaire and perfect description of a sex symbol, who suffers from a medical condition where he can’t feel the touch of people, for the first time experiences all these feelings come alive when Nevaeh touches him for the first time. Now, he wants her. He needs her desperately and will do everything to keep her hands closer to him even if it means damming the consequences and going down the path of the forbidden to make her his exclusive plaything.

Desire doesn't tempt—it fucking consumes. It sinks its teeth into your morals, rips them apart, and leaves you dripping, desperate, and damned. This isn't romance. This is dark, obsessive, boundary-shattering filth. *Wet, Willing and Forbidden* delivers EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT—throbbing cocks plunging deep, slick cunts clenching in surrender, mouths stretched around forbidden flesh, every raw, graphic thrust laid bare. These stories devour you with: - Obsession teetering on total ruin - Possessive, morally black lovers who brand skin with teeth and ownership - Brutal power exchange—collars, commands, choking grips - Dubious consent that melts resistance into frantic, quivering need - Public risk—fingers curling inside soaked panties in crowded elevators - Exhibitionism & voyeurism—eyes devouring heaving tits and straining cocks - Praise laced with vicious degradation—“good slut” hissed through gritted teeth - Total control, shattering surrender, deliberate corruption of the innocent - Feral, animal hunger—bodies slamming, clawing, flooding with sweat and cum - Secrets that torch reputations and leave lives in smoking ruins - Queer and fluid desire—tangled limbs, shared mouths, no rules - Toxic emotional manipulation—love as poison, addiction as chains Every page pulses with predatory chemistry and psychological heat. No safe words. No gentle aftercare. Just the brutal thrill of crossing lines that should never be touched. If your pulse isn't already racing and your thighs aren't already slick open this book anyway. Because once the craving takes hold, you'll be too far gone to stop.

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his cock—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he fucks my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but fuck, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cum, red rooms equipped for flogging, bondage, edging, and total power exchange. Expect graphic, immersive scenes of throat-fucking, ass-pounding, breeding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Sid ZouMing, a pretty, sweet, charming girl who withholds the title of 'Fearsome beauty', changing to a demoness. ZouMi full of intelligent, sharpness, beauty with a tragic past and a single aim REVENGE, from everyone. After a downfall, she took years to comeback like a Queen, ruling the world, her brothers by her side, with unimaginable union and abilities. On the other hand, Gu Huan, a famous actor, musician, and many hidden talents, secretes with in him. Their paths would collide, and it was written thousand years ago, with an element called... Love. What will happen, when these, two pole apart humans, falls in love? 'The journey of life isn't that easy, as it seems.' ----- "You don't deserve to be with me, please leave." "What I deserve or what I not, should not be decided by you. I know, I deserve to be here, and I'm here!" He argued back. "Don't waste your life on me, find a girl that will build future with you. I'm not the one." She requested in a low voice. "If this is what you call, wasting my life, I'm ready to waste it. With you, and only for you." He pulled her in his arms and hugged her. ----- Few month's later, "This is what I get after loving you, with my whole heart?" His eyes turned red. "Listen to me..." She pulled his sleeve, wanting to stop him. "What's there to listen, or talk anymore. I loved you with my whole heart, but you, you used me!" He pulled his hand away from her grip and left. She fainted. ----- Years later, "You may now, kiss your bride." The persist announced. "Finally, you're mine." She said and jumped on him, sealing their lips. ---- -Updates: Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays. Discord: qunin_e#2529 Instagram- @Qunin_e

***Book 1 of the Estranged Souls Series: One Night Marriage!*** Naira loved Zain for as long as she could remember. Being his fated mate was all she had asked for from the Moon Goddess. When this wish went unanswered, and the man she loved found his fated mate, she fell in a void of despair. Unexpectedly, the she-wolf ran away, leaving Zain alone on the wedding altar. Feeling fate was finally on her side, Naira accepted when the man proposed. After a night of consummating their marriage, the she-wolf returned and flew into her husband's arms. "Ira, Jules didn't abandon me. She was kidnapped. I'll give you a check to make up for what happened. So please, sign the divorce paper." Just like that, her dream of their beautiful future shattered into a million pieces. For years, Naira loved in silence. For years, she prayed for him to be hers. But when he finally became her husband, she didn't expect her heart to ache ten times deeper than when he saw her as nothing more than a friend. Swallowing her tears, Naira signed the divorce papers and took a major decision. She was done loving Zain Adeel. She was done with the Moonlit Pack. Packing her bags, she left her pack in the middle of the night. Just as Naira Karim arrived in a new country and decided to put her past behind her, she got a shocking news. She was...pregnant! So much for leaving the past behind... ------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me on my socials! Early releases on Patreon, sneak peeks on Instagram, fun activities, contests, and chats on discord. Patreon: patreon.com/Raising_Moon Discord: https://discord.gg/6kEsGuaqfg @ raising_moon#3913 Instagram: @ raising__moon Follow any of my socials to connect with me!

"Aren't you afraid of me?" asked Max, who was still on top of Ivory in his transformed lycan form. "You can run if you want." "Run? I've never been afraid or run away. Let's finish this and see if it proves that what we're doing can free you from the Lycan curse." *** Based on the prophecy from her elder that Max should meet a silver-haired virgin girl, Ivory was the one who could free him from the Lycan curse that made him unable to make love with all women because every time he did, he would turn into a horrible beast. Unfortunately, the curse did not go away even though he and Ivory had made a union that made Max intend to eliminate Ivory. It was only then that Max was indeed a werewolf who would lead the Alsenic Pack, which was passed down from his grandfather. Another thing also found a bright spot, Ivory is a mermaid who is the last descendant of Poseidon and is the target of several races, such as wolves and vampires, for strength, immortality, and power. Being in the captivity of Benjamin, from the vampire race, who treats her like a queen but for the sake of getting satisfaction, Ivory survives and manages to break free and learns the fact that she is pregnant with three babies that are not known whether they belong to Max or Benjamin. But other problems come and go until her first love—Seth—is the cause of Ivory's meek character change into a strong and stubborn woman. . . Dear all readers ... Since I'm an Indonesian language-speaking author, I'll try my best to translate my work and deliver a nice story to you all. Hope you'll enjoy reading and love the story❤️ Happy reading, all❤️ *** Reach me on Discord: Kennie Re #4440

Après une fausse couche, je suis sortie seule de la chambre et me suis dirigée vers le bureau du médecin où Serge se trouvait. Alors que je levais la main pour frapper à la porte, j'ai entendu leur conversation. Serge : « Enlevez l'utérus de ma femme, je ne veux pas qu'elle me donne un autre enfant. » Il a saisi la femme à ses côtés et l'a conduite devant le médecin, la main caressant son ventre : « Mais l'enfant qu'elle porte, il faut absolument le préserver, c'est mon seul héritier. » Cette femme, je la connaissais bien, c'était Jessica Picard, la secrétaire de Serge depuis trois ans. Il a répété avec sérieux et anxiété ses instructions au médecin : « Utilisez les meilleurs médicaments ! Je ne tolérerai aucun accident ! » J'ai replié ma main, et tout mon corps s'est figé, comme plongé dans un abîme glacé. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que l'homme que j'avais aimé, après avoir perdu notre enfant, prenne une décision aussi cruelle. Je ne pensais pas que ma confiance en lui se transformerait en une lame acérée, qui me poignarderait le cœur... Si l'amour a une autre forme, c'est probablement celle de laisser partir, pour lui permettre d'être heureux.

Scarlett Voss has one rule: get in, get paid, get out. No attachments. No exceptions. No mercy. When a mysterious client offers her the biggest payday of her life to seduce billionaire Xavier Blackwell and steal a file from his private server, she doesn’t hesitate. Men like Xavier are easy targets — too powerful to expect betrayal, too arrogant to see it coming. Except Xavier Blackwell isn’t either of those things. He knew about Scarlett before she walked through his door. He knew her name, her game, and exactly who sent her. What he didn’t know — what no amount of preparation could have warned him about — was how completely she would dismantle every wall he’d spent years building. What neither of them knew was how deep the danger truly ran. Because the man who hired Scarlett isn’t just a client with a secret. He’s a senator with blood on his hands, a confirmation hearing in twenty-seven days, and a willingness to destroy anyone who stands between him and untouchability. He’s already killed once to protect himself. He’ll do it again without hesitation. He’s also Xavier’s uncle. And he chose Scarlett specifically — not just for her skills, but because he saw what would happen between them before either of them did. Now Scarlett and Xavier are running out of time, running out of trust, and running toward each other in a situation designed to make both impossible. The con was supposed to be simple. The truth is anything but. Some lies protect you. Some truths destroy you. And some people are worth burning everything down for.

Pendant longtemps, j'ai été la fille parfaite aux yeux de mon père. Celle qui a accepté d'épouser l'Alpha Alexander pour préserver les intérêts de ma meute natale, même s'il refusait de me marquer et répétait que notre mariage n'était rien de plus qu'un contrat. Puis, je suis devenue la Luna parfaite pour mon Alpha. Au fond de moi, j'espérais encore, naïvement, qu'un jour je finirais par gagner son affection, et que nous deviendrions enfin de véritables mari et femme. Tout a basculé le jour où l'on m'a annoncé que ma louve était entrée en dormance. Le médecin m'a prévenue sans détour : dans l'année, Alexander devait me marquer ou me rejeter. Sinon, je mourrais. Pourtant, ni mon mari ni mon père ne se sont souciés de m'aider. C'est dans ce désespoir que j'ai pris une décision. J'ai cessé d'être la fille docile qu'ils voulaient que je sois. Très vite, tout le monde s'est mis à me traiter de folle. Parfait. C'était exactement ce que je voulais : être rejetée, être libre, mettre fin à ce mariage. Ce que je n'avais pas prévu, en revanche, c'est que mon mari, autrefois arrogant, finirait un jour par me supplier de ne pas partir...

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and fuck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!" As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at fuck. When his fingers worked circles around her clit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, she was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your pussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." Onyx Reighs is perhaps one of the finest Chief executives in town. He was respected by his subordinates and desired by females since he possessed every excellent precision a man should have as a leader. But by the end of the night, he was the most notorious player. To him, the purpose of life was to work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. No woman could ever resist his enchantments, and he hadn't expected to know the word "rejected" until she came to fly his bird. What will happened when the lady who rejected him turned out to be his soulmate?