Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

The only thing that he could say was, what the hell is wrong with these people? Max can disagree with anything that he was overhearing at the moment; however, he wasn't going to agree or disagree with anything vocal Deanna was within hearing distance, and this was her family. “I honestly have no clue what is wrong with these people. I got the best part of it, though.” Max said as he turned back and then steadied himself to go back down into the basement. He didn't need to do with these people or this basement. Instead going to the room that he knew had frightened the other men, he walked into the room that had been next to that he had cleared. The room that was in the middle was a lot bigger

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

We were like that through the death-knell of her second orgasm until it had run its course. She slowly came back to life as her breathing normalized. We were really a mess now. My jacket was a mass of stickyness that was sure to be a dry-cleaning nightmare, and all of that covered one side of her face too. The other side had been smeared by her sweat and secretions from her cunt. Her leggings were probably so soaked as to be a total loss. The smell in the doorway was not only twice as pungent now, but playing with her buttplug had added that to the mix as well.

The air was grounding me, keeping me upright when my legs threatened to give out. I could feel the frantic thrum of his heart against my spine, slowly syncing with the slowing rhythm smelled of sex and bleach, a raw of my own., illicit combination that made my head spin even as the adrenaline started to fade into a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion. He exhaled sharply against the back of my neck, the sound shaky and raw. The heat of him was a stark contrast to the cold metal biting into my palms and stomach. For a second, neither of us moved. We were frozen in the aftermath, suspended in the illicit reality of what we’d just done.

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th