Demon Inside Me

"I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?" I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I do like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me." ***** The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper—lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin. Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful. He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him. All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction." And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer. His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming. Who did I like more? Simon or Soren? I swear I do not know. Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless. Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever.

I'm due for a promotion when I stumble upon my husband entangled with his childhood sweetheart. After that, I'm secretly admitted to a psychiatric facility. I repeatedly tell the doctors that I'm fine, but all I get is worse abuse and humiliation. When Howard Armstrong visits me every month, I beg him to get me out. Each time, he says, "This is a proper establishment, so you have to follow the doctor's instructions. Don't be unreasonable!" On the day I'm discharged, he speaks to me tenderly and calls me his honey. Later, when I place a divorce agreement before him, he breaks down in tears.

She thought she was being saved. He knew he was claiming her. But neither of them expected to fall. When Calla Moretti is torn from the quiet life she knew and dropped into the lavish, dangerous world of the man who owns the city — she learns quickly that nothing in Damien Blackthorne’s empire is simple. Especially not him. He’s older. Ruthless. Powerful. The head of a criminal syndicate with secrets stitched into every wall of his mansion. She’s the daughter of a man he was sent to destroy. And now, she belongs to him. What begins as a cold arrangement turns molten when obsession blurs the lines between punishment and pleasure. Damien is dominant, controlling, and never lets anyone close — until Calla. Her fire draws him in. Her silence speaks to the war inside him. And when she starts craving his control, he gives it… without mercy. But someone in the house is lying. Someone wants her gone. And Calla’s father? He’s alive. And coming. In a world of loyalty, betrayal, seduction, and control — love might be the most dangerous game of all.

Kyra never believed in miracles. At twenty, she’d already stopped hoping, beaten by the hands of the man who called himself her father, ignored by the world that never cared to notice her bruises. The only thing she ever wanted was escape. When her friend drags her to a secret BDSM bar, Kyra expects nothing more than another disappointment. But in a room filled with power and control, her broken gaze meets his—the Master, the man everyone fears and obeys. A single look, and something inside her cracks. He gives her his card but she throws it away. Until the night her father’s fists nearly kill her and she finds herself crawling back to the only man who ever looked at her like she was worth saving. But when she stands before him again, begging to be his sub, Kyra doesn’t realize the truth. The man she’s surrendering to is not just the Master of the bar. He’s her new professor. And he’s been waiting for her to come back.

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.

CONTENT WARNING. EROTICA ROMANCE: RATED 18+. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what you want..." My senses were reeling, my body jerking against his hand. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want your gorgeous fucking cock in me..." "Nice," he smiled against my cheek. "More..." My voice was just a whisper. "I want to feel you inside... I want you to fuck me, hard... I want you to take my ass, and make me fucking squeal..." "You want to be stretched, little girl? Is that what you fucking want?" Oh fuck, my clit was clanging like a church bell. "Yes... Oh, fuck, please... I want you to stretch me..." "Gonna open you up so fucking wide," he growled. "Gonna take your fucking cunt with two fat cocks, stretch you nice and fucking big... two big fucking dicks in your sweet little pussy... gonna feel so fucking dirty... gonna feel so fucking tight..." "Yes..." "Wanna see inside you... into your pink fucking hole..." "Yes..." "Gonna make you wet... make you stretch... make you fucking gape for me..." The heel of his palm was so hard against my clit. "Fuck..." I ran my fingers down his chest, over his abs, until I found the swell in his pants. I squeezed him through his jeans. "Fuck me..." "I fucking shouldn't..." he groaned. "Fuck..." But he was grinding against my hand, moving over me. "Just a quick one. Hard and fast. Please..." "I can't..." he said. "I can't..."

The church was full of different kinds of majestic decorations. A theme of white and gold, the color that is perfectly expressing both purity and prosperity. Indeed, it is really f*cking wonderful. But then... On this fre*king wonderful day who would have thought that a mere guest like me who was forced to attend this d*mn wedding of my damn stepsister will become the bride??! “She is right here. The… bride is here. We shall start the ceremony, Mr. Morgan” “Is it her?” “Y-yes. She is the one you will marry.” “Wait what, me?!”

"You are not my wife, you can never be my wife do you understand me?" his eyes filled with hatred shot daggers at her. "You are an imposter, a nobody, a thieve. During your days in this house, I don't want to feel you close, don't ever look at me, don't ever talk to me. When you hear the sound of my footstep, you run far" "Now get out." Genesis an average girl with plans ahead, she forged to achieve those dreams of hers after graduation. But the news of her upcoming marriage to Jordan Chase, the son of the most influential man in the state shattered those dreams. Her dreams were used to pay the price for her sister's medical bill. What happens to Genesis when it hits her that she was a trophy wife? How will she fight for her marriage when her husband is a cold hearted demon who loves another? Can a girl live such lonely life? Or would she rather run away than face her husband? Will love blossom or will this be another failed marriage?

[WARNINGMATURED CONTENTS! RATED 18] -----~[[AMELIA]~----- ~AND I KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING ISN'T RIGHT BUT NO ONE ELSE TOUCHES ME LIKE YOU DO~ In the small, picturesque town of Willowbrook, eighteen-year-old Amelia Thompson finds herself caught in a tempestuous and forbidden romance that could tear apart her friendships and shatter her world. "SIN FOR ME" tells the gripping tale of Amelia's struggle to navigate her burgeoning feelings for her best friend's father, while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. Amelia has always admired Mr. Daniel Mitchell from afar. As a well-respected businessman and devoted father, he exudes charm, intelligence, and mystery. But when Amelia's feelings for him evolve from innocent infatuation to something deeper and more complex, she is consumed by guilt and conflicted emotions. Determined to suppress her forbidden desires, she resolves to distance herself from him and protect her best friend, Lily, from the truth. However, Mr. Mitchell isn't willing to let Amelia go. As the lines blur between love and obsession, he becomes relentless in his pursuit, determined to make Amelia his own. His dangerous infatuation threatens to unravel Amelia's carefully constructed world, and she finds herself torn between her loyalty to Lily, her desires, and the potential consequences of their illicit romance. As the story unfolds, Amelia is faced with difficult choices, heart-wrenching betrayals, and an undeniable attraction that she cannot ignore. She grapples with her moral compass, societal expectations, and the taboo nature of their relationship, all while desperately trying to protect the people she loves. "SIN FOR ME" is a gripping tale of forbidden love, exploring themes of desire, loyalty, and the consequences of succumbing to our deepest passions. Will Amelia find the strength to resist the allure of an illicit romance, or will she succumb to the intoxicating power of forbidden love?

Lorenzo De Angelis is an Italian tycoon who runs his empire with an iron fist. He is gorgeous, powerful, young, and very wealthy. His enemies are several and quite ferocious, so Lorenzo trusts no one. This is why when he discovers a woman hiding in his office, listening to some important and extremely confidential information, his first instinct is to keep her ‘prisoner’ for a few days while trying to discover who is this beautiful ‘spy’. She is Phoebe Stone and she is just doing her job cleaning offices, without knowing she is ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’. So, in a matter of minutes, against her wishes, she will start a thrilling adventure, next to a stunning but frightening man. This adventure will change both their lives forever. (Excerpt) The reality hit her hard. She was standing in a dimly lit room, half naked in front of the man who kidnapped her… who threatened her... The most beautiful man in the world. He lifted her hands and put them on him as if it was the most natural thing in the world that she should touch him. She caressed him again, just to make sure he was really there. He covered her small hands with his and stood perfectly still. “If you want me to stop, I will. If you want me to leave this room, I will. ‘Piccola’ (Ita. Baby), the decision is yours.” “Don’t stop, please… I just want to be yours tonight… and always…”