Novel & Cerita Filthy Dramione

"You have two options, Mira," he whispers harshly, "sign the bloody papers or watch all you've worked for go up in smoke." I look up at him, trying to surpress my mounting anger. "I will have you know, Mr. Mason Lachlan, that I am not a pet that can just be bought." I lift my chin. "I will sign your contract, but I will never be yours. My body might be yours to do as you please, but that is all you ever get." His beautiful, smoky gray eyes narrow to slits. "I accept your challenge then. I will have you begging for my love at the end of two years. And I will very much enjoy rejecting you at the end." *** Often referred to as the Dark god of the business world, Mason Lachlan is the most powerful…and dangerous, personality in New York City. Arrogant, ruthless, dominant, and filthy rich, he loves his women like he loves his cars – fancy, eye catching and utterly disposable. But nothing is more dangerous than being wanted by this man. Once he sets his sights on something…or someone, he pursues it with unflinching determination. And he has his eyes on Mira Fernandez. He wants her with a burning passion that could rival Hades. A hostess by day, a stripper by night, and a thief by midnight, Mira is one stubborn young lady on a mission. What happens when she is not so keen on being the arm candy of New York's most eligible bachelor? What happens when a predator refuses to let go of his prey? She can run, but she cannot hide. She belongs to the Dark god now, a property of Mason Lachlan. His dangerous obsession might as well be her destruction.

Warning: 18+ only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo and young adult erotica. This is an erotic compilation containing stories of irresistible fun, steamy, filthy and naughty stories. Get ready to be intrigued and feel the ultimate excitement . ******* I pulled her p*ssy lips apart and just stared at how pretty and pink she was. “So fucking hot,” I growled and spat directly on her swollen, little clit and watched my saliva drip down her slit and toward her ass. Melanie inhaled sharply and shook her head, whispering, “No. I don’t want this.” I chuckled darkly. “Your body tells another story.” She gripped my head, ripping my ball cap off, and tried to push me away. But she was no match for my strength and how much I wanted to suck on her cunt. I wanted to make Melanie come all over my face. I wanted to force an orgasm from her so she cried and hated herself. “Sweet, soft little p*ssy,” I murmured against her now soaked pussy and dragged my tongue through her slit. I nipped at her swollen clit, causing her to moan and cry and curse me out. I latched onto her clit again and sucked it in hard and deep. Her scent and flavor drove me crazy. I growled like a wild animal as I ate her out. This moment, this woman made me feel frenzied. I wanted to devour her. She kicked and pulled my hair, tried to scratch my face, and told me “no” and “stop” in between her moans of pleasure.

🥀🖤🥀 ‎"You're mine, Judy. No one else gets to touch you like this. I will ruin you for anyone else."‎ This is wrong, so wrong. He is married to Eliza, my sister, but the taboo only fuels the fire, the guilt twisting into a dark thrill that coils tighter in my core. ~ "Tell me, Judy," he demands, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to send a delicious jolt of pain through my arms. "Tell me what you meant back there in the conference room. What bond were you talking about?" The absolute desperation in his eyes shatters my defenses. For two fucking years, I have suffered the agonizing loneliness of writhing in pain on my bed and hiding my true nature. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, the truth clawing its way up to my throat. I can't hold it back anymore. “The bond… I…” “Say it.” He pushes. “You stupid, blind Alpha," I sob, my next words ripping out of me. "The bond is my mate bond with you, Kieran. I am your fated mate." ~ 🖤🥀🖤‎ Warning: 🔞 Reader's discretion is advised. This story is a DARK ROMANCE dripping with the forbidden 🥀🖤🥀, so tread carefully. If you love a weak to strong sassy FMC who finally grabs her power back and an equally possessive filthy talker ML who will burn the world to keep her, then you are in the right place. This is not just a story, this is a dedication to every 'JUDY' out there who has been casted aside for being 'UNWORTHY'. Grab your power back. Also, don't forget to grab your seatbelts too because this ride is not for the strapless. See you on the darker side 🔞🥀🖤🥀

She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear. "You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?" She trembled and her body ached for more. Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?" Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch." She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came. "Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body." The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible. She burned for them, and ached for them. And when she ran, they hunted. Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy. She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her. "You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are." This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.

She fought to catch her breath as she took in her mates. They looked satisfied and —fuck if she didn't feel satisfied. “I can't believe I did that.” She whispered softly to herself but they heard her. “Oh, that was just the beginning, dolcezza. When you are ready to have us, we will fuck you so hard that you would feel the soreness in between your legs for days.” Callan said with a smirk. *** **Trigger warnings: This is a dark werewolf/vampire romance book. Containing steamy, erotic scenes, multiple men, filthy languages, bdsm, kinky group sex and more** Claire Evans got the biggest shock of her life when she found out that she was mated to two Alphas. It has never been heard of in the history of werewolves. Claire spent most of her life as the omega of her pack. They were treated like trash by the high ranked pack members and their Alpha. She dealt with insecurities for years, until she found her mates. Callan and Cameron, the twin Alpha of the dark moon Pack. They were known as cold and ruthless, killing anyone without remorse. They had always wanted one mate from a young age and the moon goddess finally granted their wishes. But will they succeed in pushing her out of her comfort zone? But they are left in shock when they find out that their mate wasn't who they really thought she was. She had her darkest secrets too. A secret she had never told anyone, including her mates. A secret that has haunted her all her life. She was a hybrid. Not just two but three species. Werewolf. Witch. Vampire. But she gets an even bigger shock when she finds out that her vampire side has a mate.

WARNING ⚠️: 90% EXPLICIT AND MATURE CONTENT AHEAD 🔞🔞🔞 |Do you dare to read a forbidden love and obsession story between a teacher and her student? Then you're in the right place… 😏| |It starts sweet until it gets filthy and hot all around! 🥵🫦| *** Mrs. Lyla Atelo had just gotten her acceptance letter as a teacher for the most prestigious high school in the country. Her excitement knows no bounds as she rushes to her best friend's house to break the news. To her shock, the door is opened by her half-naked husband, whom she hasn't seen for six years. She feels betrayed as she reads the room and flees in tears. A drunk night in the club, and she lets herself go for the first time in her life. The night gets more heated until she is bent over the hood of her car and f**ked to orgasm (something she didn't know could happen to her). When she returns home, her husband is waiting with proof that he never cheated on her, and Lyla is heavily crushed by her betrayal to her husband. Not only that, to her horror, the man who bent her over is none other than her student… and he asserts that he wants her. Sage Dominic is a nineteen-year-old senior in his finals, dangerously handsome and almost always detached from his immediate surroundings, without a care in the world for his studies until he meets Mrs. Lyla Atelo. He is drawn to her innocence, not caring that she is married. He wants her, and he always gets whatever he wants. Her resistance fuels his desires and obsession, and he knows it is only a matter of time before she will be entirely submissive to him.

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

During the holiday, I took my whole family on a trip. Just as we were about to head back, more than ten police cars surrounded us at the guesthouse. The police showed a video. In it, under surveillance cameras, I drove to a forest near a popular tourist town the day before and dumped a corpse. Even more frightening, there was a strange woman sitting in the car. After throwing away the body, the two of us immediately engaged in intimate acts inside the car. Hannah Walker slapped me hard across the face. "No wonder you insisted on going to that tourist town to buy snacks for us—you were using it as an excuse to go on a date! "After doing something so inhumane, you still had the nerve to do such filthy things in the car?" However, yesterday, I had clearly gone to the town alone to buy snacks and returned. There was no such horrifying experience at all. Without another word, the police opened the trunk. When the searchlight swept across it, it was filled with bloodstains from the victim's body. In the corner, they also found the murder weapon with my fingerprints on it. I had no way to defend myself. I fell from being a rocket engineer, a hero in the country's aerospace field, to a death row prisoner. Due to the severity of the case, I was sent to the execution ground in less than a month. My parents and child, who had been on the trip with me, were blocked at the guesthouse by the victim's family and beaten to death. However, even as reality dawned on me, I still did not understand what had happened that day. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I was about to leave to buy snacks.

The Torres family and the Nostra had been enemies for generations. When I was ten, I was betrayed by my own blood and left for dead. Leon Torres was the one who saved me. So I buried my identity as the daughter of a powerful Cosa Nostra family and stayed by his side, helping him from the shadows. For years, I used my father's underground network to eliminate every obstacle in Leon's path, helping the overlooked second son of the Torres Don rise step by step until he claimed the throne for himself. Then he brought home a woman named Anrina. His childhood sweetheart. Anrina claimed she was the one who had helped Leon seize power all these years. And Leon believed her. From that moment on, every ounce of his protection, trust, and affection belonged to her. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like a filthy stray." "Go clean yourself up. Don't scare my sweetheart." Leon stripped me of my position as Capo and forced me to become Anrina's servant. When pizza fresh from the oven burned her mouth, he made me kneel at her feet and cool every bite before feeding her myself. When a rose thorn pricked her finger, he blamed me for failing to protect her and ordered ten lashes in the punishment room. I endured it all. Because years ago, after saving my life, Leon once said: "You want to repay me? "Then repay me a hundred times." I lowered my gaze to the child growing quietly inside me. "Ninety-nine," I whispered. "Just one more, little one... then Mommy will take you home."

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…