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The night I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend shattered me and if he could betray me with my best friend, then I’d betray him in the most brutal way possible, seducing the one man he swore was off-limits. His uncle.Caesar Dominic Calder. Cold. Ruthless. A notorious playboy billionaire who ruined women for sport. Too powerful to resist. Too dangerous to control. A man whispered about scandals, feared in boardrooms, and fantasized about in bedrooms.I thought it would be just a sweet, simple revenge—a filthy, reckless one-night stand to scorch my ex where it hurt most. But when Ceasar discovered I used him, I didn’t get rage. I didn’t get punished. And he didn’t push me either. Instead, he got me pinned against his office wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, his mouth at my ear, growling, “You want revenge, kitten? I’ll give you revenge. But don’t forget—you’re mine now.”Now I’m torn between destroying my ex…and surrendering to the only man who makes me feel alive. The man I should never want. The man who could ruin me as easily as he ruins everyone else. My ex’s uncle.It took me a while to realize this wasn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about him and me, drowning in his darkness, his touch, and his claim. I crave him every second of my life. I should run. I should fight it. But every time he breaks me, I beg for more.And worst of all? I’m falling for him. My ex’s forbidden uncle.

The boy group shaking New York City to its core. The Three Golden Voices of New York. **GOLDEN ECHO** Jaxon (the magnetic leader with a voice that could melt steel), Kai (the playful rapper/vocalist who hides sharp pain behind his smiles), and Ryu (the quiet storm with deep, powerful vocals that anchor every harmony). Together, they’re unstoppable. Magnetic. Their blended voices could send shadows running and shatter stadiums. Fans scream their name like a religion. But everything fractures when *he* crashes into their world. Jaxon finds himself falling — hard, recklessly, maddeningly — for Kai’s boyfriend. The man who never asked for any of it. **Leonard Clifford**. Multi-billionaire. CEO of Clifford Enterprises. Cold as arctic steel, built an empire on ruthless control, and commands rooms without raising his voice. Respect follows him like a shadow. Desire does too — but he keeps everyone at arm’s length. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t bend. Until Jaxon’s gaze locks on him at the wrong (or right) moment, and something cracks in that icy armor. Without trying, Leonard shatters the trio’s bond. Best friends become strangers. Secrets claw their way into the light. Jealousy burns hotter than spotlights. Lust and love tangle until no one knows what’s real anymore. One stolen glance at a mall perfume counter. One accidental rescue. One whispered “Shorty” that hits like a spark to gasoline. From sold-out arenas to penthouse secrets, the ride is messy, intense, forbidden. Friends to enemies. Enemies to something dangerous. And love that might destroy them all — or save them. This is gonna be filthy, heartbreaking, and fucking electric. Jump in if you're ready for angst, steam, betrayal, and two men who shouldn't want each other... but can't stop

"With all the heat coming from his eyes, I'm surprised the garage does not catch fire. I take long gulps of the cold night air when we finally reach the exits. For a moment there, Mr. Dark and Dangerous looked like he wanted to swallow me whole…" ********** Strong, powerful, filthy rich and ruthless are qualities that do not even begin to describe Luca Blackstone, Capo of the American crime syndicate. After suffering unimaginable torture in the hands of Romanov Anton, then Bratva Enforcer, during his time in prison, he has just one agenda. Eliminate the man that destroyed his life and killed off his parents then wipe out every trace of family he has left. Skylar Romanov is at the top of his kill-list. The twenty year old daughter of a Russian monster is fast becoming the object of a very dark obsession–his obsession. He vows to own her completely, body soul and mind. He plans to break her resolve. He craves her total surrender. The little Russian minx proves to be his most difficult conquest. But what belongs to Blackstone forever belongs to Blackstone and she belongs to him. She's mine. Checkmate, baby. Skylar Romanov has been sheltered and protected for all her life. Her entire life comes crashing down and she is forced to live with the one man responsible for the possible death of her father. He wishes to have her surrender but she vows to fight him every step of the way. She vows to make herself immune to the dark, alluring power that practically oozes from Luca Blackstone. Becoming Mrs. Blackstone spins a spellbinding tale of lies, deceit, secrets and passion – very illicit passion. When two arrogant souls collide, sparks are sure to fly. Will she finally give in to Mr. Dark and deadly?

Tamed by the Devil Stepbrother Nolan Carter is everything Clara Bennett despises—cocky, cruel, and sinfully irresistible. On campus, he’s the untouchable golden boy: captain of the team, the star every professor favors, and the devil every girl wants in her bed. And Nolan gives them exactly what they crave. One night. No promises. No emotions. Just filthy satisfaction. His harem of willing admirers proves he doesn’t need to lift a finger—women fall at his feet. But behind that perfect smile hides venom. Nolan has no love for his new “family.” He hates Clara’s mother for marrying his father, and he hates Clara even more—for invading his world, stealing space in his home, and daring to defy him. Clara isn’t like the girls who line up outside his door. She’s sharp-tongued, stubborn, and immune to his charms—or at least she pretends to be. Nolan delights in breaking her down, tormenting her with cutting remarks, cruel games, and dark whispers meant to ruin her reputation. Everywhere Clara goes, Nolan lurks—reminding her she doesn’t belong, reminding her he’s in control. But the more he pushes, the more the lines blur. Hatred burns hot, and desire burns hotter. Clara swears she’ll never fall for him, never be just another notch in his bedpost. Nolan swears he’ll never want her, never crave the one girl who dares to fight back. Yet temptation is a dangerous game. Because when the devil stepbrother sets his sights on you… you either burn, or you break. And Clara is about to discover what happens when hate becomes hunger—when the boy who torments her decides she’s the only sin he can’t resist.

The night before I was supposed to marry the heir to the Moretti family, I found a string of ninety-nine filthy texts on my fiancé Leo’s phone. A woman named Ava Collins, telling him she loved him. Shameless. Desperate. She was begging him to call off our wedding, threatening to kill herself if he went through with it. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the phone in his face and demanded an explanation. The silence stretched for an eternity before he finally broke. “Her brother was Liam. My underboss. He took a bullet for me. My bullet. I promised him I’d look after her.” "Jennifer, we grew up together. You know it’s you. It’s always been you. I swear, I’ll handle it. I’ll cut her off." I searched his eyes, hunting for the lie. I swallowed the acid in my throat and chose to believe him. The wedding was on. This was bigger than us. It was a treaty signed in blood between two families. And God help me, I still loved him. But on our wedding day, as we stood at the altar, vows on our lips, Leo got the call. It was her. Ava. On a bridge, threatening to jump. Demanding he come. Now. The diamond ring, a breath away from my finger, clattered to the stone floor of the church. Not a word. Not a single explanation. He just left. Left me, our families, our future... left me standing alone at the altar. Through a blur of tears, I screamed after him, "Leo, if you walk out that door, we are done!" His only reply, tossed over his shoulder, “She needs me.” He never looked back. Carrying his child, I vanished from his world and never looked back.

Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive. If you’re 18+ and ready for filthy, wild, messy passion then this ride is for you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Confess more while I absolve you.' His fingers plunged into her pussy, still slick from earlier, pumping roughly. Isabella gasped, gripping the kneeler. 'I... I rode his cock, bouncing until he spanked me. Oh God, your fingers... deeper.' Miguel added a third, stretching her, thumb on her clit. He leaned in, whispering, 'Did he make you cum as hard as I did?' She nodded, moaning. 'But not like this. Not in God's house.' He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and smeared them on his cock before pressing the head to her entrance. 'Kneel properly, face the screen.' She did, ass out toward him. He thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one go. The booth shook slightly with the force. 'Continue your confession,' he ordered, pulling back and slamming in again. 'Javier... he fingered my ass while fucking me,' she panted, pushing back onto his cock. Miguel growled, jealous fire fueling his thrusts. He grabbed her hips, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene in the sacred space. 'You're a slut for cock, aren't you? My slut.' His hand snaked around, rubbing her clit in fast circles. 'Yes, Father! Fuck your slut while I confess.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks, inviting him deeper. He spat on her asshole, working a finger in alongside his pistoning cock.

“That’s it, little sister,” he rasped against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Soak your stepbrother’s fingers like the dirty, naughty girl you are.” Two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping core without warning, stretching me, claiming me, pumping hard and fast. I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the moan that threatened to betray us. “Be a good girl and stay silent…” he rumbled low in my ear, “or everyone in this library will know exactly how desperate you are to be fucked by me.” ~~~~ One reckless, drunken night. One masked stranger who set her body on fire with sin and secrets. No names. Just raw heat, tangled limbs, and forbidden pleasure. The next morning, still throbbing from the memory, Miyara walks into class only to freeze. The man commanding the lecture hall is no stranger. He’s Caden Cross, her stepbrother. The one who vanished six years ago, leaving her with a childhood crush she never quite buried. Her one-night stand. Now he’s back. Older. Darker. Her professor. The stepbrother she once ached for has returned with one purpose: to take her, ruin her, and break her completely, until she’s nothing but his. As buried secrets surface and outsiders conspire to tear them apart, Miyara must decide: fight the pull of the forbidden… or surrender to the man who’s always owned her heart and now wants every filthy, shattered piece of her. Will they burn together in the ashes of their taboo desire, consequences be damned? Or will the world force them apart before she can beg for more? ️ Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes, stalking, non-con/dub-con acts, coercion and manipulation. Kindly proceed with caution

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.

He is called the EMPEROR of the business world, he is filthy rich name it he has it all except his empress. A god-like human, it’s like God sculpt him perfectly. Possessing a dark blue tantalizing eye that held so many secret, has a jet black hair that makes him more look divine, sharp jaws that looks like God carve it himself, a pale heart shape pink lips, and a sharp well carved pointy nose. Ladies flocked to get his attention but they only receive a sharp dangerous glare. She came from an abusive, a heartless family who is insecure on what she has, jealous on the gift she has. Only her dad and granddad treated her well. She possesses a sweet smile that can melt a frozen heart. A heart shaped goddess like face, that god has sculpture her beauty with care and perfection, possessing a silver dark eyes that shouts so many emotions, a small pointy nose and a pouty natural red small lips. What happen if the cold, ruthless, and dangerous emperor laid his dark blue eye on a girl who possesses a sweet smile and a goddess like face? Fate has a plan for them, destiny is just around the corner and cupid is ready to match. “Love, keep your smile for me that is exclusively mine only,” Zhane sweetly told her wife his dark blue eyes shows so much love while looking at his goddess wife. Shayne nod smiling sweetly to his husband. The whole room was quite, mouth-wide open, eyes popping and shock written in their faces. They couldn’t believe what they have witnessed they just saw and heard their master in a different aura, gone the cold, dangerous aura, deadly eyes, emotionless face and cold as ice voice of their master.

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!