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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! I never should have applied for a job to the Cromwell's Corporation–because the only available position is to become his fake wife... James Ethan Cromwell a half British-Filipino billionaire. Tall, dark and handsome, not to mention his oozing sex appeal. He had an appearance that was tightly restrained, dominating air, and a smoldering stare that instantly made me shiver. His absence of humor is the only aspect that sucks worse than his attitude. But to be honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my mother's failing health. So, when he offered me the chance to work with him; to pretend as his fake wife, I accepted it. Besides, it's only a couple of days during his family's visit. It's not like I'm in danger of falling in love with the most notorious bachelor in town. But at the end, I eat my own words–ended up falling so hard for him.

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content, intense BDSM, and steamy adult affairs. It is strictly for readers 18 years and older. If you are under 18, please stop here. Tempt Me, Master is not for the faint of heart. Step into a world where desire rules, control excites, and every touch burns hotter than the last. From the office to secret bedrooms, from strict dominants to willing submissives, these stories explore forbidden pleasures, raw lust, and intense erotic tension that will leave you breathless. In these sizzling tales, every heartbeat, every glance, and every whispered command drives women to the edge of pleasure. Lou is caught in the strict, commanding grip of her boss Dante, surrendering completely to his control in private sessions that are as painful as they are intoxicating. Jane signs a daring contract with her boss Eric, where obedience becomes her ultimate aphrodisiac. And in other stories, midnight temptations, secret encounters behind closed doors, and one night of unrestrained ownership ignite passions that can’t be tamed. Each story is a journey of craving and surrender — where lust dominates reason, and every desire is explored without shame. If you love erotic affairs, commanding lovers, and forbidden pleasures that leave the body trembling, **Tempt Me, Master** is your ultimate escape. Enter only if you’re ready to obey, crave, and succumb to the heat of desire.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

"She's his enemy, his downfall—and his one last chance at love. After Adam Danvers lost his wife in a tragic accident, he stopped believing in love. Instead, Adam has focused solely on running his family’s struggling vineyard in the small town of Heron’s Landing. When Joy McGuire, a beautiful and clever journalist, moves to the sleepy town, suddenly Adam can’t control his intense attraction to her. She’s witty; she pushes his buttons. He wants to shake her as much as he wants to kiss her. But Joy is a journalist, and Adam hates them all on principle. He saw firsthand how a journalist’s lies destroyed his late wife. Yet as Joy proves that she’s nothing like the writers he’s known, Adam can’t help but give in to exquisite temptation. Soon a conflagration ignites between Adam and Joy. Yet as secrets unfold, Adam must trust in love or lose the woman who’s awakened his slumbering heart. This title was previously published as Seduce Me Sweetly. It’s been rereleased with a brand-new look and with lightly edited content."

"Emily! You must not come out of this room or turn your back to me!" Emily's brow furrowed, not understanding what Jason wanted from her. "What do you mean?" the girl asked, starting to get annoyed. "You stay where you are, facing me!" ordered Jason. "You must not look away at all and must witness what Tamara and I are doing from start to finish!" *** Emily Karlton was forced to go through a marriage without being based on love with Jason McKennel, who was her adoptive brother. The feeling that should have been for Jared—Jason's brother, was misdirected. Especially when the head of the family and owner of the Kennel'z Industry, Charles McKennel, decided to a death sentence for both. Jason, who has been in a relationship with a married woman, finally obeys his father's wishes for power in the company but still lives his love story secretly. While Emily tries to be a good wife, Jared can't accept Emily's decision and continues to pursue it and struggles to take back what should belong to her. Emily tried to suppress any feelings because she felt she had to keep the good name of the McKennel family who had raised her. She tries to cultivate a love for Jason and take the man's heart. Will Emily manage to get Jason's heart, or will the relationship between the two have to end because there is no love growing between the two? . . Dear, all readers ... It's my very first english book on Goodnovel. 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 will love the story❤️ Happy reading, all❤️

I discover Quilton Fuller's affair before our wedding, so I lie to him about having aborted our child. He hates me for that and gets engaged to a woman who looks just like me. On his wedding day, he video-calls me, wanting to show me his bride. However, he's greeted by the sight of me bloody and battered after being tormented by abductors. I beg him to at least save the baby in my womb, but he says to the abductors, "You'd better kill her and her child."

"Good boys don't wear briefs," the man murmured in a low, seductive tone, causing Ivan's blood to heat up. An involuntary soft moan escaped Ivan's lips as he fought to catch his breath. Upon returning home from the office, he had purposely discarded his briefs, knowing the effect it had on his mysterious lover. The man always preferred him naked, and Ivan complied willingly. Whispering softly, Ivan repeated the words of his dream invader: "Good boys do not wear briefs." His voice was barely audible. The man pulled Ivan's buttocks firmly against his hips, causing a surge of sensations to rush through Ivan's body. "Good boys must be spanked," the man declared, inhaling Ivan's sweet scent, before planting his lips on the exposed soft skin. Ivan trembled and closed his eyes as the man playfully bit and kissed his neck, his hands teasingly exploring his torso, eventually reaching his sensitive, hardened nipples. After weeks of longing and erotic torture, there was one thing Ivan yearned for: Why couldn't his dream progress to the moment when the man actually penetrated him? The point where he claimed Ivan as his own. For at least, Ivan believed that he would truly comprehend what it felt like to be intertwined with him even in his dreams. To have himself be intimately connected with him. However, Ivan was aware that enduring the torture from this man, in his dreams, was the price he must pay for what he did ten years ago. Everything he feared, everything he regretted was coming back to slap him in the face tonight. By 6 p.m. he would be coming face to face with his dream invader at the college ten years reunion party, Shawn Maddox, in flesh.

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

Note:this book does not contain incest and both characters are not related in anyway. “Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around ?” “ I fuck them, I don’t make love Nora , I don’t kiss and I most definitely do not touch , I fuck you and treat you like the dirty little slut that you are”. When 18 years old Nora finds herself having feelings for her uncle, she tries to fight the dirty feelings , as they were seen as a taboo but what she didn’t know how long she was going to fight them . Was she going to let her feelings consume her