Erotic Rpg I Am In The Game World But My Heroines Are Villainesses

What is a queen without her king? Technically more powerful.Callisto is young, beautiful, intelligent but all a deadly poison. Callisto is patient wanting one thing her sister begs to sacrifice...a throne.It's now a gamble, a game on who can tame the wild lioness who functions without a pride before she tames them?

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

Your legs are shaking baby girl and your breath is heavy. Is that fear i perceive or is it the burning lust you have for me?” He pressed closer into me, my body sinking into the wall and he raised one of my legs around his torso….. He didn’t come looking for trouble. Trouble came looking for him. In this sizzling, erotic collection, five married women reveal what really happened behind closed doors after Daniel, the new man moved into town. From voyeuristic discovery to unapologetic seduction, from slow-burn longing to reckless surrender, each story pulls back the curtain on desire that refuses to stay quiet. Raw. Competitive. Intoxicating. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing a woman can feel… is wanted. Warning: This book is full of exciting erotic short stories. It contains mature content and only is meant for 18+ readers. This steamy collection is filled with cliffhangers and forbidden romance. Read, enjoy and tell me your favourite part.

Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive. If you’re 18+ and ready for filthy, wild, messy passion then this ride is for you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Confess more while I absolve you.' His fingers plunged into her pussy, still slick from earlier, pumping roughly. Isabella gasped, gripping the kneeler. 'I... I rode his cock, bouncing until he spanked me. Oh God, your fingers... deeper.' Miguel added a third, stretching her, thumb on her clit. He leaned in, whispering, 'Did he make you cum as hard as I did?' She nodded, moaning. 'But not like this. Not in God's house.' He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and smeared them on his cock before pressing the head to her entrance. 'Kneel properly, face the screen.' She did, ass out toward him. He thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one go. The booth shook slightly with the force. 'Continue your confession,' he ordered, pulling back and slamming in again. 'Javier... he fingered my ass while fucking me,' she panted, pushing back onto his cock. Miguel growled, jealous fire fueling his thrusts. He grabbed her hips, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene in the sacred space. 'You're a slut for cock, aren't you? My slut.' His hand snaked around, rubbing her clit in fast circles. 'Yes, Father! Fuck your slut while I confess.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks, inviting him deeper. He spat on her asshole, working a finger in alongside his pistoning cock.

Clancy Lockwood was born a Dhampir which changed his life exclusively because he never grew up knowing who his mother was or what she looked like, he was raised artificially in an incubator by Doctor Lloyd Wright. Driven by the rage of vengeance and thirst for revenge, Clancy attained the moniker Rapidfire hunting creatures of the night, mostly vampires as a vigilante because he believed through them, he would be able to reveal his mother's murderer but everything turned from normal to worst after he discovered his life has been manipulated from the start by a biblical prophecy related to the birth of Cain, the first murderer and Lilith, queen of all demons also known as the bride of Beelzebub Lucifer, the devil.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book is a collection of erotic stories and it contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, age gap and dark forbidden elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.]

Reign Stevans was a writer who dreams to have her writings be publish as book, but suddenly the one she expects the most , that will understand what makes her happy was the one who can’t support her fully . Reign’s love for thy writing burns as each day pass by where she learn to hid everything from those around her no matter how it tears her down due to how she loves them both. But will her passion be a reason for success? Or another milestone of being broke. Will Christian be the answer for her misserable life or the other way around.

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

Law enforcement agent Jerome Sandro gave three years of his life to build a case against a man he believes to be a monster. Days before the trial, everything is at stake, including his life. He's on the run and doesn't know who to trust, including the alluring federal prosecutor, Anna Steve He needs to know whose side she's on, and he needs to know now. Even if it means kidnapping her. The road to truth will be naughty.

When I defeated Natalie for the tenth time and claimed the Supermodel Champion title, her childhood sweetheart, Jared Johnson, proposed to me. With his devastatingly handsome face, he walked on stage and kneeled on one knee with a ring in hand. “Will you marry me?” I smiled and said yes. That very night, he became mine. Throughout seven years of marriage, I stepped away from the runway. Instead, I gained three beautiful children. They inherited my supermodel figure and their father’s stunning looks. Together, the four of us turned heads wherever we went. On my birthday, Jared handed me the registration form for the “Supermodel Showdown”. I knew he wanted me to live in Natalie’s shadow and be nothing more than her backdrop. However, I signed my name without hesitation. I already had the best of his genes, after all. Now, it was time to take back the crown that belonged to me.