Filthy Frankie

Warning: These stories are raw, intimate, and unapologetically intense, written for readers who crave dark, twisted, and emotionally charged erotica. Beware, some hungers don’t loosen their grip once awakened. ~~~ “Look at you, turned on already. Look at your pussy, glistening and oozing even in the dark.” “I’m not…” The words die on my lips as his eyes darken. “Touch yourself. Dig your finger into your hole and see for yourself just how filthy you are.” It isn’t a request. It’s a motherfucking command. ~~~ This collection explores everything from sexual manipulation and temptation to consuming need, obsession, power imbalance, forbidden attraction, and Dom/Sub dynamics. Each story is nasty, tainted, and designed to leave you corrupted. Whether it’s the cold, aloof single dad, the ruthless, wicked debt collector, or the client you simply can’t ignore, each tale will wreck you in the best possible way, and leave you burning for days to come. If you’re bold enough, turn the page.

Get on your knees and take Daddy’s cock like a good boy, Jace.” * Rough hands. Sharp tongues. Zero restraint. ‘Devour Me’ is a hot compilation of 40 gay erotic stories that leave you wet; made for filthy readers who love it hard, fast, and dirty. From hookups to intense love making that leave you breathless and messy, these stories don’t hold back—dominant men and submissive good boys, dark obsessions and fluff, and raw satisfaction. No feelings. No strings. Just pure, unfiltered heat. One book. Forty chances to lose your breath, plus 5 bonus stories at the end of the collection. You do NOT want to miss out. ;) Trigger Warning: This collection contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences (18+). Themes explored include dubious consent, power imbalance, manipulation, degradation, rough sex, obsession, and emotionally dark dynamics. Some stories may involve kinks that are not suitable for all readers. Please read with caution. Your comfort and safety matter.

"If staying in prison is too harsh, warming my bed should be better, right?" He whispered into my ears, his eyes burning and his tone husky. With a push, I landed on his bed, my body shaking violently under his burning gaze, "For a filthy whore, fucking you gently isn't a punishment so I've prepared some things for you," Xavier bent over, revealing his perfect set of abs and his strong abdominal muscles. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up, showing me sets of sex toys he had prepared for me. "Shout for me, slut!" "Scream, Whore," Slowly but steadily, I became Xavier's bed warmer and sex toy... But what could be more achy than forbidden love? I got pregnant for my brother! However, Liam entered and gave me a new chance. "I will love you, fight for you, and make him pay," This was his vow to me~

I loved him more than anything in the world. He was all I had since I moved to the new city. Hell! We were engaged, but he took my heart and shattered it like a broken glass. When I look into the mirror, all I see are hurt pieces of me, Now I am stuck dealing with the consequences for the rest of my life! I am a werewolf, a female werewolf. The only one under the sun that ever survived the changing. I struggle to keep my sanity while fighting my thirst for blood and breathing things. They kept me in a glorified prison which they call a filthy pack! I Can’t keep living like this! I can’t keep seeing the face of the one who destroyed my life every day. I don't care if I become a lone wolf, nor do I care if I am hunted by them for the rest of my life as a stray, I have to get out of this place!

"How long will you cry over your dead fiancé?"The man came closer to the weeping girl while whispering his venomous words with a dark chuckle.She looked at him with pure rage in her eyes. "Don't you dare to bring his name in your filthy mouth?" "Come on.You can think of my offer now.We can start from where we were left." "Slap" A loud sound echoed. "You murderer, you have killed him." She spoke in between her uneven sobs. "How would you prove that?Your lawyer partner has committed suicide after losing his case."He spoke while rubbing his cheek where she slapped him afew seconds back.Wiping her tears away she spoke with her gritted teeth, "Mr. Madhban, you have seen me fighting with my fiancé so far.Now you would face Advocate Suhani Rane fighting for her fiancé's justice.See you in court."

"Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back into me. ******** He’s my stepbrother. The one man I’m not supposed to want. But I’ve felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me exactly how he’s going to ruin me. It started one night as a mistake, one sex and I never saw him again. Now he’s in my room after midnight, pressing me against the wall, making me beg for more. We’re breaking every rule, crossing every line… And the filthy truth is... I love it. Because once my stepbrother tasted me, he swore he’d never stop.

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

"Rule 1! I don't want to see your filthy hands on my kids, make sure you are clean before touching them." "Rule Two! I don't want you close to me. People like you are nothing but gold diggers." Those were the rules Lucas Maxwell, the renowned billionaire gave to Scarlett Barnes before she was finally accepted into the big mansion as a nanny. She had long dreamed of a high-paying job to foot her bills, and she finally got one. Without considering the terror she would face from Lucas, being the father of the kids she bonded with. Scarlett thought it was the beginning of a new life, without realizing it was another phase of woes for her. Fortunately, an opportunity came and she got into a contract marriage with Lucas, she gradually falls in love with him, but then secrets are revealed. Would she be able to stick with Lucas even after discovering his secrets? What happens when she herself discovers her true identity?

***MATURE CONTENT**** A Collection of Forbidden, Rough & Relentless Erotica This isn’t soft, this isn’t sweet, this is raw, merciless fantasies written to make your pulse race and your body ache for more. Raw Desires brings you 50 full-length taboo stories, each crafted to drag you deep into a world of submission, power and raw lust. From office punishments and step-family secrets, to public fucks, gangbangs and relentless domination, these stories don’t hold back. You’ll find innocent girls ruined, sluts shared by many men, dirty roleplay scenarios and even a taste of male-on-male heat and bisexual threesomes. Each story is explicit, graphic and unapologetically filthy, written with sharp detail that lets you see, hear and feel every thrust, slap and moan. Whether it’s being pinned down in a dark alley, spit-roasted by strangers or punished until begging for more, this collection is designed to push your imagination to its limit. If you crave erotica that’s raw, rough and unfiltered, this is your book.

I'm going to die. In the eyes of the underworld, I was a sinner. My death would be a final, cursed dishonor. But even with the Ricci family in ruins, I was still the noble Principessa. The Ricci pride in my blood would not allow my body to fall into the hands of a rival Family. Humiliation. Desecration. Photographs flaunted for all to see. I didn't much care if my body became a trophy to celebrate their victory. But if the world knew the last of the Ricci bloodline had become a plaything for our enemies, it would be a disgrace to the entire Family. After weighing my options, I dragged my broken body to the turf of my ex-boyfriend, the man I'd left seven years ago, now the Don of the Falcone family. "After I die, I need you to handle my body." He was silent for a long moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Of course. I'll sink you in the Hudson River with a tombstone tied to your feet, engraved with the name of your filthy family."