Dirty Business Pants

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom. “That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy. I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy. “Now come for daddy.“ He ordered softly. That was my undoing, I exploded around him. “Good girl.“ He said giving my clot feathery strokes.

A while ago, my sister-in-law, Annie Larsson, who is in her senior year of high school, came over to stay with us during her summer break. The well-developed young woman's daily outfit consists of a camisole and tiny shorts. She doesn't even wear a bra. When she walks or sits, her bust always looks perky. She has a slim, curvy waist, and her butt is always arched alluringly. Any man would have dirty thoughts about her, especially me, her lecherous brother-in-law who dares to act on his lewd impulses. The term "sister-in-law" is simply too tempting to me.

⚠️ WARNING: THIS IS THE ART OF SINS. If you’re looking for sweet kisses and gentle lovemaking, slam this book shut right now. These pages don’t whisper desire—they drag you by the throat, rip your clothes off, and fuck you senseless. Expect raw, filthy, no-limits taboo erotica: step-daddy claiming his little secret, ruthless alphas knotting and breeding their omega, mafia underbosses turning debt into dripping gangbangs, professors punishing their forbidden pets, and every dirty, degrading, creampie-soaked fantasy you were never supposed to want. This is sin as high art—rough, relentless, and completely addictive. 18+ only. Proceed if you dare to get ruined.😈💦

Carl Larson's intern is about to die, and her only wish is for him to sleep with her once. I disagree, and he says I'm petty. "It's just a one-time thing. She's about to die! Why do you have to assume I'm up to something dirty?" Is that so? I've seen them together more than once, though. I later agree, and he's relieved… until he sees me lying on his operation table for an abortion. He widens his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I smile. I want him to murder his child. I want him to regret this for life.

She tended to her in-laws, using her dowry to support the general's household. But in return, he sought to marry the female general as a reward for his military achievements. Barrett Warren sneered. "Thanks to the battles Aurora and I fought and our bravery against fierce enemies, you have such an extravagant lifestyle. Do you realize that? You'll never be as noble as Aurora. You only know how to play dirty tricks and gossip with a bunch of ladies." Carissa Sinclair turned away, resolutely heading to the battlefield. After all, she hailed from a military family. Just because she cooked and cleaned for him didn't mean she couldn't handle a spear!

“I am a wolf in heat. It means, I want to take a woman sexually right now. Any woman at all. I can do just the same that creepy omega could do to you. Are you still not afraid of me?” He asked and she chuckled. “I don't mind.” He lifted her in his arms bridal style, and took her to the bed. He laid her on the bed and kissed her again. Evelyn reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. ******* Dated a man who didn't know the line between family and sexual relationships Evelyn's boyfriend, Alex had sex with her stepmother after her father fell into a coma. She was drugged by her stepmother to cover up for what she had done, thus Evelyn ended up in the bed of a stranger who happens to be Alpha Kian, the most powerful Alpha in the world and the elder brother to Alex. An unplanned Sex with Kian, a powerful Alpha who kept his identity away from Evelyn opens a door to joining them together, but Kian married her for just one reason, revengee. When lies are uncovered, darkness lurks, and secrets are spits, will she push him away and seek a better life outside the pack? Or will their blossoming love continue while she stays in the Arms of her Alpha?

Midnight Cravings WARNING: 18+ ONLY. This compilation contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, taboo themes (step-sibling forbidden lust, best-friend betrayal, power-play seduction), dubious consent elements, rough dominance, breeding kinks, multiple partners, dirty talk, and intense orgasms. Read at your own risk — these stories are unapologetically filthy and designed to leave you breathless, wet, and craving more. ~~~~~ "Fuck, Mia," he growled against my neck. "Been thinking about this since their wedding. About spreading you out and tasting every inch." His hand slid up my thigh, under the dress. Fingers grazed the edge of my panties. Soaked. "Gosh. All this for your stepbrother?" He rubbed slow circles over the fabric, right on my clit. "Tell me you want it." "I... we shouldn't—" "But you do." He pushed the lace aside, one finger sliding through my folds. "Say it." "I want it," I whispered. He groaned, sinking a finger inside me. Slow. Deep. Curling. "Good girl.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Cravings is a dark romance collection of standalone erotic shorts that will ruin you in the best way: filthy surrender on camera. And many more. Each story drips with intense chemistry, dominant alphas, submissive good girls, dirty praise, multiple orgasms, and that addictive rush of "we shouldn't… but we can't stop." Perfect for fans of dark taboo romance, steamy forbidden love, high-heat erotica, and quick, bingeable smut that keeps you up all night unlocking chapter after chapter. One taste and you'll be addicted. Welcome to Midnight Cravings… dive in if you dare.

On my 18th birthday, my adoptive uncle, Roderick Campbell, discovers my journal. He immediately starts berating me. "How could you have such dirty thoughts about me, Savannah? I never would've expected you to be like this!" I apologize to him and say I should never have developed feelings for him. However, he still banishes me abroad. Then, he has a grand wedding with his first love. Later, I return to the country with a child. Roderick looks at me in astonishment. "Who is this kid?" I hold the child closer. "My son. He's three this year." I turn to Danny Tucker and say, "Say hi, Danny."

Axon Blaze is the starting role of every girl's fantasy. His shaggy, dirty blonde hair and grey eyes would make any girl's heart melt. But behind those beautiful eyes is a dark past he is running from. To meets the eye he seems like an average guy. However Tatianna Moretti is the total opposite. Her life is an open book. Tatianna's every waking moment is documented with the flash of the cameras and her smile is plastered on every billboard. What happens when these two meet? Turns out they have a lot more in common than they think. The only difference is he knows about his dark past and she has no clue about hers.