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"You came for revenge. Too bad you're about to get fucked instead," he says darkly against my lips, sending waves of lust blazing through my body at the sound of his husky voice. I shudder but stifle a moan as his hand smoothly glides down my stomach to cup my drenched core. My knees nearly buckle from the blissful sensation. It's intoxicating, but I hate it. I hate him — I remind myself. I shouldn't be feeling this turned on by this creep touching me. "Get away from me, you disgusting pervert," I sneer, wanting to shove him off me, but I struggle to do so. Not because his hold on me is firm or inescapable, but because my heart is already racing with excitement at the promise of him fucking me until I lose every single one of my brain cells. ~~~~~~~~ What started as a determined quest for revenge spiraled into something twisted and dark when Whitney Sullivan unexpectedly crossed paths with the school's notorious hockey captain, Carlos Martinez. She wanted revenge for what Carl did to her friend, Jayden Logan, so she decided to seek justice herself. She carefully devised the perfect plan and patiently waited weeks to enact it. However, on the night she sneaked into his mansion to wreak havoc on him, she unfortunately got caught — by him. The devil. He cornered her with a sinister smirk and demanded that before he'd let her go, she'd have to fulfill his sick request after ruining his orgy night with her pathetic revenge attempt. NB: This book contains great smut, morally gray characters, and other strong dark romance themes like twisted obsession and unsolicited possessiveness. (18+).

Smut Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, obsession, stalking, power play, and dark themes. He was supposed to destroy her. Instead, he became addicted to her. Drisana Varma has spent her life as a traded pawn in Chicago’s brutal mafia underworld. Controlled. Manipulated. Used. So she became the ultimate player, cold, calculating, always three steps ahead. No man has ever managed to break her. Until Armani Moretti. The quiet, dangerous transfer student who knows things he shouldn’t. He mentions her private habits. He appears exactly when she needs him. When Drisana finally connects the dots, the truth is worse than she feared. He is her faceless stalker. He has been waiting for the perfect moment to claim her. She should run. Instead, she blackmails him into a fake relationship contract and demands to move into his apartment, stepping willingly into the monster’s cage. What starts as her calculated game of power quickly becomes something far more dangerous and addictive. Behind the signed clauses and careful rules, the mask falls away. Nights turn raw and filthy. Rough hands pinning her down. Possessive growls against her throat. Brutal, claiming sex that leaves her bruised, dripping, and shamefully begging for the man who has stalked her for years. He doesn’t just want her body. He wants to own her completely, her fear, her pleasure, her every breath. But the deeper they fall into this twisted, all-consuming obsession, the closer they get to a devastating truth. A buried secret involving a dead woman that connects them both in ways neither could have imagined. A lie powerful enough to destroy two mafia empires… and the dangerous love that was never supposed to exist.

"Get on the bed Elowen" His voice sliced through me in a command, silencing every protest in my throat. I climbed onto the king's-sized bed without a word, my pulse thundering as he unbuckled his belt from his trousers once more. My heart hammered wildly, skipping beats, and I opened my mouth to defend myself. "I came to talk to you about—" But he seized my wrists like they were nothing, binding them tight with the leather strap until I couldn't budge an inch. "You came here to let me teach you something filthy, didn't you? Tutoring my daughter isn't enough—you want lessons in boundaries too, right?" I shook my head frantically, but he loomed over me, those piercing Alpha eyes boring into my soul. His fingers pinched my n#ppl£s through my shirt, twisting just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to my cor£. ***** After her Pack was raided by the Lycan King of a dangerous Pack, she fled and got into the arms of a good Samaritan who took her in and nurtured her as their daughter, She finished her degree in college and became a teacher in the famous School in Ashvielle Pack until the day she was chosen to tutor the Alpha's daughter but a lot changed when she wasn't just tutoring her the Alpha's daughter, She was being tutored by the Alpha after stepping into a forbidden room that was sacred, What's worse? She's mated to him and the Alpha's friends, when the sons returned from their trip overseas, they wanted to have her too. She doesn't know how to escape or flee from this entanglement. Warning: Strictly Contains Smut, Reverse Harem MM, MMF and some trigger degrading words.

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

On a rainy night, Emma was raped by depraved men. To escape, she ran into the "Ghost Forest", a place known as the hiding place of the devil. Emma thought she had died at the hands of brutal men, but in the end, she was saved by the Wolf King. Returning home, Emma and her boyfriend Philip eagerly prepared the best things for their wedding. But unfortunately, during the celebration party, she was possessed by a strange man. Emma painfully broke off the engagement and fled to another city. But the demonic man still clings to her, gradually using his power and cruelty to bind Emma, ​​not giving her a chance to escape. What's more terrible, on his neck he also wears a jade necklace, just like the Wolf Queen who saved her life last time. The horrifying secrets of his identity are gradually being investigated by Emma. But she didn't know that she and he had a contract binding fate, not to be able to escape...

By day, Isabella is a ghost—a hardworking cleaner scrubbing the floors of the elite, desperate to fund her mother’s life-saving medical treatments. By night, she is the "Little Secret" of the city’s most exclusive escort ring. She’s numb to the touch, tired of the game, and ready for it all to end. ​Until she steps into the back of a black Rolls Royce. ​Her client is Alexander Sterling—a man whose name is synonymous with power and whose family owns half the skyline she cleans by day. Isabella expected a cold transaction; she expected to be used and discarded. But in the dim light of a luxury penthouse, Alexander is different. He isn't just a client; he's a storm of gentleness and unexpected intimacy. ​In a moment of raw, unprotected passion, the lines between business and pleasure blur. But Alexander doesn't know the girl in his bed is the same one who empties his office trash can—and Isabella doesn't know that some secrets are impossible to keep.

"Sign it. You’re a distraction I can no longer afford." For three years, Seraphina Vance was the perfect "ghost wife" to Xander Thorne. She endured his coldness, his mother’s abuse, and the city’s mockery—all for a man who didn't even remember their anniversary. When Xander tosses divorce papers at her to marry a "suitable" socialite, Seraphina doesn't beg. She signs. But as she walks out of the Thorne Mansion, she leaves the "orphan girl" persona behind. One day later, Xander’s empire begins to crumble. The only person who can save him is the newly revealed CEO of the Vance Global Empire—the woman he just threw away. Xander thought he was the King of Aurelia City, but he’s about to find out he was only reigning because his wife allowed it. Now, he’s on his knees, but Seraphina is no longer listening.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.* *Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ “Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.” I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking… I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

Celeste Harrington has lived her life as a ghost in her own family, hidden and humiliated while her half-sister basks in wealth and admiration. Forced to work as a maid in the Harrington luxury empire, she quietly gathers the family’s darkest secrets, waiting for the day she can strike back. That day comes when billionaire Damien Chen, known as “The Executioner,” saves the collapsing Harrington empire with one shocking condition—he demands to marry the family’s hidden firstborn daughter, Celeste. Thrown into a cold marriage built on power and revenge, Celeste discovers Damien has his own agenda to destroy her family. But as they form a dangerous alliance, hatred turns into trust, and control turns into obsession. When buried truths about her mother’s death resurface, Celeste is pushed into a final war against her bloodline. In a world of betrayal, power, and lies, she rises from the ashes to become the empire’s greatest downfall and rebirth.

For ten years, Elara lived like a ghost in her own marriage. Once destined to become one of the greatest pianists of her generation, she gave up everything for the man she loved only to disappear behind Adrian’s name, Adrian’s world, Adrian’s indifference. In return, she asked for very little: a glance, a kind word, something that proved she had not sacrificed her life for nothing. Then Adrian’s first love returned. And he chose her. Years later, Elara is reborn. No longer the forgotten wife hidden in her husband’s shadow, she is now a pianist the world cannot ignore. Only after losing her does Adrian realize what she truly was to him. Now obsessed with winning her back, he refuses to let her go again. “Divorce?” he says, his voice dark with desperation. “Impossible. Until I sign those papers, you are still my wife.”