Filthy Riches Book Novels & Stories

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

The Don looked down at the mess with satisfaction, then leaned in and kissed me slow and possessive, tasting his own cum on my tongue. “Welcome to your new life, Sophia,” he whispered against my lips. “You were auctioned for fifty million dollars… and tonight you just became the most expensive, well-used little whore in the city.” He stood up, tucked his cock away, and looked at his lieutenants. “Clean her up a little. Then bring her to my bedroom. I’m not finished with my prize yet. Tonight we’re going to break her in properly — all night long. By morning she won’t even remember her own name… only how good it feels to be owned by the Billionaire Don.”

Even his name felt forbidden. I hesitated, then let it pour out. "I've had thoughts…filthy ones. About a man taking me roughly, his hands pinning me down while he thrusts into me without mercy. I imagine sucking him deep, choking on his cock until tears run down my face. And... worse. Him fucking my ass hard, making me beg for forgiveness even as I come undone." The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. My cheeks burned, but relief mixed with a twisted thrill. Why tell a priest? Because no one else would judge without recoil.

It was huge on me, but I didn't mind. Picking through my clothes on the floor of the bathroom, I found my panties. They were red. As I stretched them out and lifted one leg to step into them, I noticed the entire crotch area was a much deeper, crimson red. Lifting them up to my face, my eyes flashed as I realized just how soiled they were. Pressing the material with two fingers, they came away sticky and wet. I suppose that shouldn't be all that shocking. I didn't have a clean pair at his place. A grin slowly appeared on my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. Lifting my feet one at a time, I pulled the soiled panties up my legs and snugged them around my crotch anyway. They were cold b

I never applied for one, I needed a fortune to start college, but it stated that I have cleared my tuition and paid every f*e necessary. I suddenly remembered Jack’s promise to me, I never thought wealth was this powerful. I didn’t get to take any test, or do anything at all. Tears ran down my eyes for being born in a poor home “Rich people life’s are easy” I said to myself, alone in my quarters. I had told the head housekeeper about my sex with Jack, and she said I should make sure not to feel anything silly for him, since I was just used. I guess she was wrong.

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

“Filthy rich slut… getting fucked raw in the dirt where I work… You love it, don’t you?” “Yes… I love your big cock… use me… I’m your garden whore!” He reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while pounding her. Isabella came a third time, screaming loud enough that birds scattered outside. Rafael followed soon after, flooding her again until cum poured down her thighs in thick streams.

The weight of it felt like holding my father's legacy – cold, unavoidable, deadly. My mind flashed back to the first time he'd brought me to watch. I was sixteen, still grieving Mother's first husband, the man I'd thought was my real father until the cancer took him. Charles Richie had been teaching me the family business for two years by then, explaining how our wealth really came from specialized services, not the construction company that was just our front. "The clients pay premium prices, Alexander," he'd said as we drove to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. "They want very specific experiences with very specific types of women. Our job is to provide both the woman and the experienc

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

"He told me that you were young, and that if you married a girl whose family was drowning in public corporate fraud, the board would strip you of your succession. He said he would let my father rot in a federal cell. I was twenty years old, Alexander. I was terrified. I didn't know I was pregnant with Theo until after I arrived in Seattle. I didn't take the money for myself. I never spent a single dollar of it. It went straight to the lawyers to keep my father alive." Alexander slowly stood up from the armchair. The movement was entirely devoid of his usual predatory grace; he looked almost unsteady, his broad shoulders tense as he closed the distance between them. The folder slipped from hi