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When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

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Then Freyr took another step, and the fabric shifted, revealing tree-trunk thighs and an ass so perfect Jack nearly groaned. The god's voice rumbled, low and knowing. "See something you like, little mortal?" Jack swallowed. 'Fuck.' Jack's breath hitched as he forced himself to meet Freyr's gaze, despite the way his pulse thundered in his ears. "Who are you?" he managed, voice rough. Freyr's grin widened, teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Ah. Manners." He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his piercing eyes. "Freyr. Fertility. Harvest. Pleasure." A deliberate pause.

"I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you." IT ALL STARTED SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access. Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."

I love them, I could have all of them penetrating me at once. One tried to offer me money some time ago and I never did it with him again. How dare he, I wasn't doing it for money. Mum already gave me everything—it was always sweeter when done completely free. And with strangers, it was heavenly, how I love it! Just as I got downstairs, the door suddenly made a creaking sound and I hid behind the sofa. Gosh, it must be the son. The jerk wants to spoil my fun this night. Why didn't he come back since or wait till I was gone? I hissed as I hid carefully behind the sofa, my head down.

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind that said he already knew exactly why I was really here. “Freya. You actually showed up. Figured you might chicken out and text me some lame excuse.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “Nah, I’m here. This scar has been messing with my head for years. I fell off my bike when I was a kid, ripped my thigh open on some rusty fence. It’s ugly as shit and I’m sick of covering it up every time I put on shorts or a bikini. I just want it gone.”

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************