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Aru, Polly and HiVi are three Omega in three different situation, Aru and Polly grow up together like real blood brother's while HiVi and Aru are twins separated right after birth and never got the chance to know each others existence. Aru was forcefully taken to pay for his biological fathers debt and left Polly uncared by his own mother and was married to an old politician, exploiting him to the old man's will and six bodyguards who gives him a slight freedom in exchange for his body. Then HiVi meet Aru and became close friends inside the club, being part of the elite prostitute and the highest paid for their intoxicating beauty and tantalising body. On Aru's last day of paying his father's debt, HiVi cried bidding his goodbye and followed secretly, their he found his mate which was their own boss, but his body was used to close a business deals and suffers and almost died in his mates hands, if not for his unborn childs spirit, always saving him. Then Aru and Polly meet again, but Aru was sold by Polly in exchange for a new identity, escaping his miserable life, but inspite what Polly did to him, he can't get angry to him and wish he finds a good life. Their he made a negotiation to his new boss where Polly sold him, just to gain his freedom, but while doing his best to finished the task given to him, to have his freedom. He found out his target was his DESTINED MATE. And his life became a total mess, because turned out his new boss where Polly sold him, has something to do with the death of his mother and manipulation of his ruined life, and the one who killed his daughter.

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.

****Mature Audience Only***** “Strip.” Heat flooded my cheeks. I hesitated, just for a heartbeat—then let the straps of my red dress slide off my shoulders. The silk puddled at my feet. My heels stayed on, my panties stayed on, and I stood there trembling in black lace, suddenly more exposed than I’d ever been in my life. He circled me slowly, his fingertips brushing over my spine, down my hip, ghosting over the swell of my ass. The touch made me shiver, made my nipples tighten against the lace. Then he fisted my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up at him. His eyes were dark fire. “You’re mine tonight,” he said flatly. “Every part of you. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m yours.” “On your knees.” My body dropped instantly, as if it had been waiting for that command all along. “Open,” he ordered. I obeyed. His cock slid over my tongue, thick and heavy, and I gagged when he… Raw Pleasures will leave readers breathless, aroused, and haunted—satisfied in the moment yet craving more. Each story lingers like a forbidden memory, stirring desire, curiosity, and a secret hunger they won’t easily forget. This book is a work of adult fiction created exclusively for readers 18 years and older. It features highly explicit sexual scenes, strong language, and explores darker, taboo, and morally challenging themes. Within these pages are stories that delve into dominance and submission, power dynamics, and unconventional relationships that may not be suitable for all audiences.

Warning:This book contain some sensitive content Rated +18, and everything in this book is a work of fiction and not related to any real life person or event. Imagine you broke up with your boyfriend and the same day you saw him in the arms of another woman. Because of a fake result Nazy lost her relationship, her life and every reason to live, having her last mental breakdown, she went back to street where she thought she belonged, well you could say she does cause she's the queen of SHANTY, but this time she went back for only one reason to destroy men for ruining her life, her plan was going well not until that night when she accidentally met Vincentte Vladimir, a mysterious man who’s different from all the men she has met, he was not after her body or what he’ll gain from her, neither did he judge her for her lifestyle rather he treated her like a queen and was ready to burn down the world for her. Nazy’s revenge plan has been altered, she has started developing feelings which were never supposed to happen, how does she tell him that it can never work out between them not because of her past, but because she did not want to ruin him, she did not want to hurt him. She's like fire and he was neither ice or fire, you can say he's something more than fire and ice. Just like Heaven cannot come down to Earth, their worlds are totally apart, in a world were criticism excel especially when it comes to women, will love be enough for the two hearts

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.

Read With Holy Water, A Priest, And Your Ancestors On Speed Dial from chapter 40..🔞‼️⚠️ ~~~~~ Rhydian’s fingers curled deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to cum for me, Little Wolf. Whether you want to or not.” Tavian’s cock pressed against my lips. “Open.” He growled. “Now.” “They’ll hear you.” Astarian warned, his mouth trailing fire down my spine even as his fingers joined Rhydian’s. “You’re ours.” All three of them said it like a verdict. ~~~~~ Twenty years ago, three Alpha Kings slaughtered my entire Omega clan—My parents were not left out, including my twin pup. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She cursed their unborn sons, binding all three to a single fated mate they must claim before their twentieth birthday. Or die. I am that mate. And I came here for blood. Rhydian rejected me the moment the bond surfaced. Yet his hands keep finding their way back to my body. Tavian thinks he is seducing me. He has no idea I am the one holding the strings. Astarian offers a tenderness so genuine it terrifies me more than either of them. I am the last son of Kaida, leader of the slaughtered Omega clan. I can shapeshift, bend any will, and bring three Alpha heirs to their knees without lifting a blade. My revenge was perfectly planned. Until the mate bond turned it into something I never prepared for. Because the closer I get to destroying their fathers, the harder it becomes to protect my heart from their sons. And intimacy, I am learning, is the sharpest weapon of all. ~~~~~ ⚠️Explicit MM content. Dark revenge themes. Depiction of violent scenes and blood. Three heirs who will ruin your standards. And an Omega who will ruin them first.

“Say it,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, his thick cock buried deep inside me, stretching me so full I could barely breathe. I was bent over the couch in nothing but my collar, thighs shaking, pussy dripping down his balls as he pounded into me without mercy. “I’m your little sister…” I gasped, voice breaking as another brutal thrust made me see stars. “And I belong to you.” Damien’s hand tightened around my throat from behind, pulling me back against his chest while he fucked me even harder. “Louder,” he demanded, biting my ear. “Tell me whose forbidden cunt this is while I breed you.” “It’s yours!” I cried, tears of overwhelming pleasure running down my face. “My step-brother’s pussy… please fill me up… breed your little sister!” He groaned like an animal and slammed into me one final time, flooding my womb with thick, hot cum as I screamed and came harder than I ever had in my life clenching around the cock I was never supposed to take. That was only the first night. ⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. Inside these twenty stories you’ll find step-siblings breaking every sacred rule, best friends’ fathers claiming what doesn’t belong to them, professors turning innocent students into personal fuck pets, cousins hate-fucking through a snowstorm, nannies collaring powerful men, ruthless CEOs owning their employees on office desks, blackmail turning into dark obsession, and weddings being deliciously ruined from the inside. If “yes, big brother” or “please, Daddy” makes you blush… close this book right now. If the thought of being completely ruined by someone you’re never supposed to crave makes you wet… welcome to Twenty Shades of Sin, baby. One-click if you dare.

I came to Hawaii chasing sun, surf, and freedom. Instead, I woke up drugged, locked in a cage, and halfway across the world. They said I was payment for a debt I never owed. They called me a gift for Valiente Cárdenas, Mexico’s most ruthless cartel king. He never asked for me. He didn’t want me. But the moment I fought back, I caught his dangerous attention… and sealed my fate. I should be plotting escape every second his gaze burns into me. Yet every time he calls me “Little Red,” my body betrays me. The most terrifying truth? Part of me is already forgetting why I ever wanted to run. “Why do you always call me that?” I whispered. He grinned, fingers twisting in my soft curls. “Because you turn bright red every time you hear the word ‘fuck.’” ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧✧✧✧₊⁺⋆☽ ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a dark romance with extreme, explicit, and disturbing content. It explores intense power imbalances, obsession, and taboo fantasies. It is not a representation of healthy relationships or real-life consent. The story contains or leads into: * Abduction/kidnapping. * Prolonged captivity and imprisonment. * Psychological manipulation and gaslighting. * Extreme dominance and submission. * Bondage and restraint (ropes, chains, collars, leashes) * Impact play (spanking, flogging, whipping) * Forced voyeurism via mirrors. * Orgasm control/denial/edging. * Rough and graphic sexual content (including oral, anal, and more) * Trauma, fear, helplessness. * Obsessive/possessive behavior. * Revenge-driven hatred. * Family betrayal, and mild paranormal elements (ghostly whispers and apparitions). This is fiction for adults who enjoy dark, taboo fantasies. Real-life BDSM requires safe, sane, consensual practices with safewords and aftercare—none of which are consistently present here. If any of these themes are triggering, please skip this book. Your mental health comes first. xoxo, SarahBlythe 🖤

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.