Filthy Frank Memes

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?

"You said nothing would give you pleasure more than seeing me in pain, huh?" He said as he stalked me like his prey until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Absolutely. " I said, firing back. "Then sex works. It causes pain..but more pleasure than pain, and as you have noticed, I'm great at pleasing people." He had that smug smile on his face, and while I hated him at this exact moment, my body was about to betray me rather too quickly. Karrion Xavier Black is the CEO of Black Industries and at night, the head of the biggest Italian mob in the world. He's arrogant, rude, a terribly annoying playboy, and yet filthy rich. Very few people get to see another side of him and at that, for a moment at times. Sophia Kane is an art consultant for the 1% of the 1% at day, but at night, she's the best assasin/spy for the organization. What happens when the next name that comes across her desk is his? She's out for revenge, and she's going to get it no matter what. Follow us on this journey as we see the hate moments, the love moments, the love-hate moments.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

️ CONTENT WARNING ️ This book is a filthy best-friend’s-dad / massive-age-gap / gay-awakening erotic romance with explicit, raw gay sex. If extreme taboo is not your cup of tea or these dynamics upset you, close the book now. >>>>>>>> Asher Vale has been turning heads since the day he learned to walk. A tall black-haired blue eyed stunner with a deliciously sinful body. Yet, Asher has never cared about sex or women because for twenty-two years, he's never gotten an erection. Until one drunken night when Asher stumbles downstairs and sees his best friend's father, Nico, fucking a man. Asher didn't mean to watch, and he definitely hadn't meant to grab out his cock and masturbate to the sight. But he couldn't help it. But now he can’t unsee it: and every time Nico walks into a room, Asher’s cock remembers exactly who it belongs to, leaking in his jeans every time Nico so much as breathes near him. Finally, he's found someone he wants and it’s the one man on earth he’s not allowed to have but some hungers don’t care about rules.

“Look at me when I touch you,” Sebastian growled, Mara swallowed hard “this isn't part of the deal”. Sebastian's lips brushed her ear.“Everything about you is part of my deal” pinning Mara against the penthouse glass, city lights blazing behind her. His hand slid possessively between her thighs. “I own your moans, your wetness and every filthy inch of you.” She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “You bought my body to save my son. Not my fucking soul.” His lips crashed against her neck “ then I'll take that too until you beg me to keep you forever”. He caught her falsifying figures to steal for her dying son then chained her to his bed with a devil's bargain instead of jail. She was the only woman who never wanted him until desperation made her his sex tool every night. Now Sebastian's obsession burns hotter than ever. He hates seeing her around other men. He starts claiming her publicly. Mara is no longer just the desperate thief warming his bed. She's his obsession, his property, his addiction. And what happens when a medical test exposes a secret buried in the past?

During the summer break, I took my daughter, Stella Quinton, to a private beach that I own for some fun and some scuba diving. That's when Felicity Portman, a famous actress, barges into the beach with a group flocking behind her. "This is a private beach that Micah has given me permission to entertain VIP clients at! Hurry up and get lost, you filthy commoners!" The arrogant Felicity has the gall to bring up my husband, Micah Morrison, just to threaten me. When she finds out about my identity, she even makes fun of me for being a useless woman who relies on him for survival. I'm furious, to say the least. As the heiress to the richest family in Seacrest City, how am I a useless woman who relies on men for survival? Also, I'm the one who gave Micah his movie company and all of his resources! But when Micah reaches the beach, he works with Felicity to coerce my darling Stella into putting on a diving performance for a lecherous investor. With a sneer on my face, I summon the Seashark Special Forces, who only take orders from the most elite members of Seacrest City. "Seashark Special Forces, come to Moonrise Bay right now and clear out the area!"

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man and woman Ángel meets disappears. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. At sixteen, Ángel Di Cristina lost everything. His father—an FBI agent—was closing in on the Mafia when a brutal massacre left his parents dead. But that night, one masked man went rogue. He killed his own allies, marked Ángel with a scar, and disappeared. For years, Ángel hunted him. And now, he’s closer than ever. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

*** He fell in love with her the day he lost her *** Getting bullied for years, being rejected by her own mate, and being threatened to be a pack whore, Crystal finally decided to take her sick mom to leave this filthy pack. To cross the border and get rid of the chasing, she had to accept a deal from a stranger. To be a breeder for some rich family. However, the moment she entered the wrong room, her fate pushed her to another dangerous edge. She had a one-night stand with the wrong guy and got pregnant for him! What's worse, the wrong guy turned out to be the most ruthless Alpha, who would never accept a weak Omega like her to be the mother of his heir! *** 'Alpha Ramos?' Crystal gasped at their words. 'The strongest and the cruelest Alpha in the world!' The moment she realized, the furious Alpha dashed toward her and caught her arms. Now, she had nowhere to run. "A...alpha, I d...didn't mean to..."She tried to explain shivering, but he just stared at her belly harshly. "P...plea...se, don't hurt my..." She wanted to cover her belly and his furious roar echoed in the hall, making her heart drop to the ground with his words, "Puppies, MINE!" He glared at her with anger burning in his eyes, "How dare you an omega steal my seed!"

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

“You threw divorce papers in my face, humiliated me, and now you’re crawling back saying you love me?” Samantha laughed coldly, her voice dripping with venom. “Do I look like a fool to you, Nathan?” “I made a mistake,” he whispered brokenly. “Please, Samantha… don’t leave me. I still love you.” “Love?” she asked with a mocking smile, dragging a finger slowly down his chest. “You didn’t love me when you threw me out for someone richer. You just want me now… because you have nothing left.” ***** Samantha gave up everything for love—her family, her pride, her identity—just to please a man who saw her as nothing more than a disposable wife. After sacrificing everything for Nathan and his controlling family, all she got in return was betrayal, humiliation, and divorce. But Samantha had a secret. She wasn’t just a scorned ex-wife, she’s the hidden heiress of the most powerful conglomerate in America and she’s done playing nice. When she returns to the world she once left behind, she isn’t the meek woman begging for love anymore. She’s fierce, fearless, and filthy rich. And this time, she’s calling the shots.