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Content Note: This dark romance contains 80% explicit sex scenes, intense power dynamics, trauma, revenge themes, and heavy triggers (attempted assault, wrongful imprisonment, suicide, family betrayal, graphic violence). Reader discretion advised. Emily Jayden was only nineteen when her life was shattered by a lie she couldn’t escape. After a violent incident with her stepfather, Evan John, she was accused and convicted of attempted murder, despite insisting she never intended to hurt him, but with his influence and reputation shielding the truth, Emily spent ten years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. At twenty-nine, she walks into freedom hoping for a fresh start but the world hasn’t forgotten, her name is stained and no company will hire someone with her past. Survival and revenge leaves her with few options. By day, she carefully builds a plan to expose the man who destroyed her life. By night, she works at R.M Club, one of the city’s most exclusive strip clubs, where powerful men hide behind money and closed doors. The job is humiliating but it gives her something she needed. Money. Then she meets Ryan Mason on her first night, and sparks fly. For the first time in years, Emily allows herself to feel alive and to fall in love. Until she learns the truth. Ryan isn’t just a client.

Chief Kaave was a force to be reckoned with on the gritty streets of Dirty South. With rugged good looks, a fiery temperament, tireless work ethic and boundless wealth, he clawed his way to the top to establish an empire his daughter, Coco Kaave, would do anything to protect. When the taste of power and blood is seductive, and the cutthroat world of Dirty South takes it's toll, Coco finds herself caught up in a dangerous game of revenge and betrayal, where sex is used as a weapon and trust is a rare commodity. As the stakes gets higher and the risks become greater, Coco must navigate a treacherous landscape where every misstep could mean the end of her family's empire. Can she rise to the challenge and take her place as the new Queen of Dirty South?

They all said, sex sells. Yes, it's true, especially for Val. He's a guy willing to meet any woman to share a bed with him. He's a sex addict and he called it his dirty pleasures. Mature Content!

Young sports doctor, Grace Stewart begins her dream residency with the Springfield Vipers, the wildest team in professional hockey. But between a smoldering team captain, a charming rival transfer, and a gruff, secretive coach, Grace’s heart, body, and career are thrown into chaos. When she ends up pregnant after a night she barely remembers.

Angela had sex with a complete stranger after he helped her fight off her ex… she returns home only to discover that the stranger isn’t really a stranger but her sister’s fiancée. Angela is willing to pretend none of it happened for the sake of her sister’s happiness, but she was struck with a life changing news on the day of the wedding. She’s carrying the child of her sister’s husband.

Sumire Massoullevè, is one of the highest-paid actresses and entitled the top 1 most beautiful woman in the world. The sole daughter of one of the richest business tycoons couple in the country, Sumire has been known for being stubborn and persistent since she was a little girl, she was glamorous yet dark. Born spoiled, Sumire gets everything that she wanted. Being an actress is one of her dreams but dejected by her parents, she still pursues it. Despite having everything she wants, Sumire felt completely unsatisfied. There are two things she greatly desired: One, to meet her favorite mysterious artist in the world of Arts who hides under the pseudonym of DEATH, known for painting high class abstract and tenebrism crime scene arts, an art she admires the most and had a hot night-stand with him. The second was to make the infamous Asexual Ruffian Boss, Mort Dmitriv Aslanov, fall for her. In her unswerving pursuit of the man, Sumire was lost and discovered the gritty world of mafias, crimes, and murders, the swarm of mobs and gangs. Is falling to the Heartless Mafia Boss worth regardless of the difference of their world that may lead her to her demise? Will love and lust collide?

This is a Collection of Erotic Fantasies.

Sebastian's POV I've been watching my stepbrother since the wedding. He doesn't know. He thinks I'm cold. Distant. A rich asshole who doesn't care. He's right about the cold part. My father made sure of that. But when I see his manager grab him by the collar, when he accidentally sends me a shirtless photo meant for the girl who's been laughing at him behind his back — something in me cracks. I protect him because I have to. I want him because I'm weak. And when my father starts circling Jae like prey, when I find out someone wants him dead and others just want him broken, I have to choose. My family. Or the first person who ever made me understand what love means. Touching him would be a sin. Letting him die would be worse. Jae's POV In my world, you either survive alone or you don't survive at all. My manager beats me. My girlfriend laughs at me online. My stepfather wants me on a stripper pole. Then my stepbrother — cold, gorgeous, untouchable Sebastian — tells me he wants to protect me. He says he'll make me forget everything she did. But his father is obsessed with me. Someone is trying to kill me. And three years ago, my own father died in a bar that belongs to their family. Falling for Sebastian would be dangerous. Letting him go would be suicide. But how do I trust a man who was ice yesterday and fire today? How do I know the hand pulling me out of the dark isn't the same one that buried my father?

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."

[Free pass for letting Bianca hurt Jenna: 1 remaining.] That was the pinned memo in the phone of Dylan Nelson, my fiance. We had been together for five years. Bianca Shelly was his mentor’s daughter. He had quantified every slight Jenna suffered into a spendable allowance. Three days into our silent standoff, he took my engagement ring from the nightstand. I tried to stop him. “That ring was registered in my name for life.” He checked the note on his phone. His voice turned cold. “Bianca got rejected by the guy she was set up with. She’s been crying all day. She’s just borrowing it for a photo. Stop making this difficult.” An hour later, I received an alteration alert from the jeweler’s app. [Original recipient: Jenna Vogel. Recipient changed to: Bianca Shelly. Ownership status: Finalized and irreversible.] I finally recalled the small print at the bottom of his note. [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset.] From the beginning, he had planned to sacrifice me over and over again. It was not that he did not understand what the ring meant. He was simply certain that I would never muster up the courage to leave him. That evening, Dylan texted to ask whether I was done being angry. I did not reply. I simply changed his contact name from “Babe” back to “Dylan Nelson”. I thought. “Dylan, that was your last free pass. This time, there will be no reset.”