Filthy Rich Artinya Novels & Stories

For as long as I can remember, my parents have been crying about how poor we are. In order to put food on the table, I dare not apply for a prestigious university even though I'm more than capable of doing so. Instead, I work several jobs per day just to pay the bills, hoping to lighten the financial burden on my parents' shoulders. What I didn't expect is that my parents actually bought my younger brother, Randall Carter, a 500,000-dollar Ferrari behind my back! It turns out that my so-called impoverished parents are actually millionaires! The reason why they keep in the dark about their wealth is so that I don't fight with Randall over the family wealth! But they've completely forgotten that if it wasn't for me, Randall would've drained their accounts dry a long time ago!

“Why me?” The petite girl tilted her head sideways to gaze at the concrete wall that suddenly looked quite interesting whilst steadying her erratic breath but within seconds her body roughly flew to the other side of the cave with a harsh thud knocking everything out of. Blood splashed from her mouth in immense amount. Her unsteady blurry gaze shifted at the intruder and what she saw made her heart tighten in terror. There and than she knew she was a goner.

One reckless night in Vegas left Elena Reyes with a poker-chip bracelet... and a secret daughter. Five years later, she's pitching her struggling agency to the ruthless billionaire CEO Damian Holt, unaware he's the stranger who once claimed her body and soul. When he signs the exclusive contract, their worlds collide: forced proximity, late-night strategy sessions, and a slow-burning attraction neither can deny. But danger lurks. Damian's ambitious brother Theo schemes to steal the company. A rival agency spreads vicious rumors. Elena's estranged mother resurfaces with blackmail demands. And anonymous threats target the one thing Elena would die to protect, her four-year-old daughter, Mia. As Damian notices the familiar bracelet and feels an inexplicable pull toward the child who looks too much like him, buried memories threaten to surface. Secrets unravel, alliances fracture, and old debts come due. Will Damian discover the truth before it's too late? Or will corporate betrayal, family lies, and a hidden video from that fateful night destroy everything? A sizzling billionaire secret baby romance packed with suspense, betrayal, forced proximity, groveling hero, and explosive revelations.

18 Explicit raw content. ️ WARNING : this is raw, shameless porn in written form, read at your own risk . This collection contains steamy, dirty raw stories with forbidden kinky desires including rough sex, gay sex, milfs sex, teen sex, forbidden taboo relationships. ****. He begins thrusting in and out roughly, faster as the bed creaks and the head board hits the wall. I felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”

Each story unfolds in a high-risk, everyday-turned-sinful location that heightens the taboo and intensity: family holiday homes, corporate offices after dark, suburban backyards and windows, quiet suburban houses during family trips, empty conference rooms, sacred camp chapels, broken-down vehicles in remote woods, celebrity VIP lounges, shared college apartments, dorm rooms left unlocked.

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she’d forget by morning. But obsessions don’t fade. They grow. In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin. A sex therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren’t heroes. They’re cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover. If you’ve ever whispered “Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, “What if…” Filthy Obsessions was written for you.

Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn’t expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn’t ask for her name. He just whispered, “Dance for me, kitten.” And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother’s house… and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather’s brother. Her step-uncle. Now he’s living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one’s around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he’s starving? He doesn’t want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything.

BLURB: 18+ | Strictly for Mature Readers Only Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised️ ️Content warning ️ This collection is packed with raw, no-limits erotic filth, rough pounding, degrading dirty talk, breeding obsessions, messy creampies, and every taboo fantasy that crosses the line. Expect intense power games, secret betrayals, and characters who dive headfirst into what they know is completely wrong. FILTHY CUMSLUT COLLECTIONS delivers scorching, cum-soaked short stories for anyone who craves the kind of dirty pleasure society screams you should never want. Each tale is a complete, pulse-pounding erotic ride spread over 7 to 10 dripping chapters. You’ll find slow, teasing tension that explodes into nonstop filthy fucking, forbidden touches turning into brutal claims, mouths and holes used without mercy, and desperate sluts begging for more even as guilt burns hot. These aren’t gentle romances. These are raw, addictive fantasies where good girls and boys get ruined, stretched, filled, and turned into willing cumsluts for the wrong person. Open the book… if you’re ready to get wet, degraded, and completely hooked.

After her divorce and a series of toxic relationships, Margot Simmins ... not her real name ... was done. Free-spirited, and a hippie at heart, she never wanted to be attached to anyone or anything anymore, not even for a job. She works as a freelancer, and resorted to one-night-stands for a free, no strings attached, good lay, for one night only. No drama and life were good. And then she met Richard, who seemed reluctant to join in her fun, not having a clue that he was actually a very well-known reclusive billionaire that will change her life forever.

Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat. From a stranger’s fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you’ll return to, again and again, until you’re trembling. Open the book only when you’re ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies. 18