Enemies To Lovers Smut Novels & Stories

I рrеѕѕеd mу bоdу against Tom hіdіng mу tіtѕ from vіеw. I looked аt hіѕ fасе fоr encouragement. He kissed mе lightly and ѕаіd, "I lоvе уоu." Then hе whіѕреrеd, "уоu slut." Hіѕ hаndѕ went to mу hірѕ and he ѕрun mе аrоund. Thеrе I was, fасіng these fоur mеn,, twо оf thеm vіrtuаl ѕtrаngеrѕ, in juѕt mу thоng and heels. Mу nipples wеrе hard. I wоndеrеd if thеу соuld tеll hоw ѕоаkеd mу раntіеѕ wеrе.

“Louder. Tell me what a depraved slut you are for your father-in-law.” “I’m your depraved slut!” I cried. “I’ve been fantasizing about your cock since you moved in. I touch myself thinking about you while Mark is at work. Please, make me squirt all over you!” That was all it took. He drove into me with punishing force, his thumb rubbing my clit mercilessly. “Come,” he growled. “Squirt on my cock right now.”

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

“Be sweet. Loving. Flirty. Convince him you’re completely devoted.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, tried to muster any semblance of composure, but before I could process what was happening, I felt him lean in closer. His lips brushed against the exposed skin of my back—soft, warm, and utterly disarming. The contact was brief, but it was enough to send a shockwave through my body, igniting every nerve and leaving me trembling. Kill me. Just kill me. I stifled a sound—half a gasp, half a moan—as my body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach. I felt his lips curve into a smirk against my skin before he pulled back, his hand still resting possessively on my back.

Why not? “Yeah, sure,” I said. “I mean, we can be friends, right?” Liam stared and chuckled, shaking his head. “I don't want to be friends with you, Angel eyes.” My stomach dropped. “What?” He leaned forward, propping his arms on the counter. “Friends don't fuck each other, do they?” he husked. My eyes widened at his response. He leaned even closer. “Let me tell you a secret, I have wanted to fuck you since the day we met, angel eyes.”

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

All filthy, unapologetic tales of the desires we never say out loud. Stepfathers who shouldn’t look twice. Friends who were never just friends. In-laws who cross every line. Strangers who claim what they shouldn’t. And the kind of love that starts in pure sin and ends in absolute addiction. No safe words. No apologies. Just raw, forbidden heat that will leave your legs aching and needy. All characters are 18+. Explicit content throughout. Read with raw caution.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

He doesn't show a hint of reaction—no twitch of an eyebrow, no jaw tightening, no hands balling into fists—nothing. I'm starting to feel like I've crossed my limits, but it's too late. Jeremías finally shifts in his position, his movements somewhere between stiff and hesitant, raising a hand to rub his jaw. His gaze is still steadied on me, but unreadable. “My girlfriend?” He says, his words not as firm as earlier, though it carries a hint of reluctance. “Love is not my thing, boo. You seem to forget—” “I'm not doing this for love either,” I interrupt, shaking my head. My voice is firmer than I feel. “Trust me, you and I have a mutual defiance for that word. I just want to know what it feels