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He worshiped her like a goddess. She let another man make her moan. Duncan Moretti had everything—power, wealth, control. Women wanted him, men feared him. But when Aphrodite walked into his world, she didn’t want his money… she wanted his soul. And he gave it to her. Every kiss, every whispered promise, every desperate moan—he thought they meant something. He planned the perfect proposal, ready to give her forever. Until she didn’t show up. Until she arrived hours late—smiling like she hadn’t just crushed him. Until a man walked in uninvited, laughing, calling her home. And when Duncan followed her, broken and burning, he saw it all with his own eyes—Aphrodite naked under another man, moaning his name like she once moaned his. Now Duncan isn’t the man who fell to his knees. He’s the man who’s rising—with revenge in his blood and nothing left to lose. She wanted to be worshiped? He’ll make sure she remembers exactly how it feels.

In a world where wealth and privilege offer no protection, privileged princesses discover their deepest, darkest desires when they cross paths with powerful, dominant Black men blessed with overwhelming masculinity. Elaine Rhodes, a spoiled heiress, ventures into the Kenyan savanna seeking thrill and ends up on her knees, begging to be stretched and ruined by three massive strangers and their monstrous cocks. What begins as a reckless fantasy quickly becomes total surrender as she discovers pleasures her pampered life could never provide. Sophia Laurent, a sophisticated Manhattan socialite, finds herself blackmailed and cornered in a luxurious penthouse. Instead of fighting, she spreads her legs and offers her body to a billionaire and his crew, craving the brutal claiming that leaves her addicted and broken for any other man. From Brazilian favelas to Dubai yachts and Tokyo underground clubs, these once-untouchable women willingly give themselves over to raw, unrelenting passion. They moan, beg, and worship as their tight bodies are stretched to their limits, their minds shattered by wave after wave of devastating orgasms. No gentle lovemaking. No safe romance. Only savage, soul-consuming ecstasy as they learn to crave the very thing that destroys them — thick, veined big black cocks that ruin them for anyone else. With every chapter, the fallen princesses descend deeper into obsession. Their bodies marked, their holes permanently changed, and their hearts forever owned. They no longer dream of their old lives of luxury and control. All they crave is to be used, filled, and worshipped as BBC sluts. Warning: This collection is extremely explicit, addictive, and without limits. If you’re looking for sweet romance, turn back now. But if your heart races at the thought of innocent, privileged women willingly surrendering to dark, dominant pleasure… welcome to your new obsession.

Two teenagers from two different social classes discover their feelings for one another when a strange viral disease outbreak forced them to mingle in quarantine.

I DIED ON MY THIRD-YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.. ... right when my husband ditched me for his childhood lover alongside a cruel push.. However, I found myself back on earth five weeks later, not as a ghost, but as my usual self with no memory of the past. I was also forced to believe my pregnancy belonged to my saviour, and I lived in that web of lies until I met the man my son looked exactly like -- The devil. My Ex! This time, he seems to be very different and regretful, but I will surely make him pay, especially with the memories recovery.. Ugh.. If only our son wasn't on the way!!

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

In high school, Trixie already had a crush on Ken even though she knew his secret, that Ken was gay. Many women like him but what they don't know is that like them, Ken also likes men. When they graduated from college, Ken was forced to marry Trixie because of their parents, even against his will, he agreed even though he already had a boyfriend. Is there any hope for a gay like Ken to love the girl he hates the most? How many years will pass before Ken realizes how much Trixie loves him? Are they always like dogs and cats that always fight?

🔞PART 3 OF PERVERTED LITTLE ME SERIES 🔞 This is for the boys. This is for the girls that love to see a boy and boy in love. This is another edition of the perverted little me that peaks into everyone's daily diary. I can't guarantee you to remain straight after reading this... Because RF came with more hot series for the boys and the biggest pride community. WARNING: GET READY FOR BOTH CONSENSUAL AND NON-CONSENSUAL RIDE. Namaste.