Harder Harder

“Are… are you going to hurt me?” The question left me in a shaky whisper, my throat tight, my voice betraying me. His eyes narrowed, a dark gleam flashing in them. His mouth curved into something cruel. “I’m going to ruin you,” he corrected, each word drawn out with slow, lethal certainty. “I’ll give you every filthy thing you fantasize about, and I’ll claim every inch of you until there’s nothing left to hide behind.” **** He thought I was just a girl obsessed with dark fantasies… he had no idea I'd been planning his downfall for five years. Every step I took led me closer to him. Every choice I made was never a coincidence. And when I finally got the chance, I let him see me. Let him notice me. Let him believe I was just another girl drawn to his darkness. But nothing about this is accidental. Now I’m caught in something deeper than I planned. A game I thought I understood… but don’t. Because the closer I get to him, the harder it is to remember why I started. His touch lingers longer than it should. His presence feels… familiar in ways I can’t explain. And somewhere along the line, this stopped feeling like revenge. So what happens when the lines blur? When the person I’m supposed to destroy starts to feel like the only one who sees me? When truths begin to surface and nothing is as simple as I believed? And when everything I built my life on starts to fall apart? Will I still be the one in control?

The entire pack knows that my Alpha mate, Cassian Blackhowl, treasures me more than his own life. Against everyone's objections, he chooses me, an Omega, to be his mate. Before we form a mate bond, I suffer from a blood disease and hover at death's door. Cassian searches the world, draining his fortune, just to find someone with a blood type that matches mine so that I can have a transfusion to save my life. He stays by my bedside for months, never leaving, until I finally recover. But after we form a mate bond, I'm unable to conceive a pup. Cassian simply smiles and says, "Then I'll just have to try harder until you get pregnant." We get lost in our acts of passion more frequently until I finally carry a pup. However, I lose the pup, and the cycle repeats. Each time, the agony tears through me like my body is being ripped apart, leaving me weaker and weaker. Seeing me in such torment, Cassian gathers me into his arms. "Let's not try for a pup anymore. We can always adopt one." … Five years pass, and just as he once promised, he makes me the most envied she-wolf in the pack. But on the very day of our five-year bond anniversary, I receive a message. It's an invitation to a pup's birthday party. The message is withdrawn almost instantly, but not before I see the names of the parents—Cassian Blackhowl and Elara Wolfhart. I stand there, frozen stiff. Cassian is my mate. My Alpha. My life. And Elara is the she-wolf who once saved me with her blood.

Zari Jones, a beautiful soul, and loving wife, had been pushed to her limits. She thought she could handle anything because she loved her husband so much. But what was she supposed to do when the events in her marriage got out of control? What will happen when another woman enters their life, yet Zari is accused of cheating? Then there's a pregnancy, a surprise divorce party, a car crash, her disappearance, memory loss, and much more! Will their marriage be able to weather the storms? Or will jealousy and lack of trust eat them alive? Is divorce the final answer? Will Devon come to his senses, or will it be too late? Devon knows she is not the same Zari he married. Devon Hightower must work harder than he's ever worked at anything! He must start from the very beginning. The magical and romantic moment they met. Their love affair began when he met Zari, who worked part-time at a five-star restaurant on weekends to help pay her bills. Devon Hightower is a Meticulous bachelor billionaire who is arrogant, prideful, and vindictive and a newly appointed CEO who thrives on personal and professional control. One evening while out to dinner. He caught sight of a soulful pair of brown eyes and a smile he would never forget. Devon watched Zari intently, awe-struck by her beauty. He had never been attracted to anyone the way he was to her. His status and family background told him this shouldn't be happening. But his heart never beat so rapidly for any other the way it did for her. Zari stood there stunned when she was able to remember that night. It was the one memory that may her want to save her marriage. But was it too late?

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

At the age of 25, Manik lost his parents in a tragic accident and forced to move with his step uncle’s family who treated him like their son. He was okay with it, after all he was getting a family after his parents. But problems arise when his step sister started to grow feelings for him and didn’t forget to prove and confess it to him in every possible occasion. He wanted to stop her but he himself had fallen for her harder before her. At the mere age of 16, Nandini met her step brother Manik who moved with them after his parents’ death. At the beginning, she was bothered about a unknow guy moving in with them but when she met him, her thoughts changed and something attracted her towards him more even when he ignored as if she didn’t exist. Still, it couldn’t stop her from falling for her brother. He is unbelievably hot, but there are so many things made him fall for him. Maybe the depth in his eyes or the way he looked at her often. When Nandini confessed her feelings to Manik, he started treating her worst with the fear and respect he had for her parents. Nandini will forget him and move on, if he didn’t reciprocate, that’s what he thought but his plan backfired when Nandini planned to make him jealous and her plan worked. “I should have realized earlier, the way his chocolate brown eyes stared at me, the way he hugged me a little longer than usual though pretended to be unintentionally, the way his eyes spoke thousand words louder than his lips that my step brother too was in love with me.” “I should not let her feelings grow. It's forbidden. Illicit!”

I positioned her legs a good width apart and enter my index finger into her going in and out of her, Seeing this Zander and Pablo comes over each taking a breast and sucking hard you can hear her loud moans through the room. "feels good, aby girl?" I asked. she only replied with "UMMM, huh." I then started to lick her pussy and suck on her clit, after having my fill and lick her dry we unattached ourselves from her. Picking her up in a princess carry I went to bed and my two men pulled down the covers and I placed her on the bed. Continuing where Pablo left off at sucking on her breast, Zander took upon himself to start making out with our girl. I undressed as so were they, and got my cock ready to enter her beautiful, extremely wet overflowing pussy, then I slammed into her, I could hear her moaning against Zander's lips, I then pumped her harder and deeper. With one last final slam I released into her playing with her now swollen clit as I did. Zander's P.O.V. After Andre slid out of her I took over, I flipped her on all fours and spread her legs as far apart as they could and then without warning I slammed hard and deep inside of her. She screamed out in pleasure as Pablo took hold of her breasts and began to fondle and pull on the nipples while trailing kisses down her back. Andre took a hand full of her hair, bend her head back an crashed his lips onto hers in a passion, lustful kiss. I continued with slamming into her very wet dripping pussy until I released into her.

Warning: This book is fucking disgusting. If the thought of getting your tight little holes stretched, used, and ruined makes you uncomfortable, close it right now and go read something vanilla. But if your pussy is already dripping and your thighs are squeezing together… keep reading, you filthy little slut. Throw away every safe, sweet romance you’ve ever touched. This collection doesn’t ask permission. It kicks the door down, grabs you by the hair, slams you face-down, and fucks you raw until you forget your own name. No slow burn. No gentle teasing. No fade-to-black bullshit. Every story starts fast, hits harder, and doesn’t stop until she’s spread wide open, stuffed full of thick cock, leaking load after load from every hole, and begging like a desperate whore for more. Stepdads and stepbrothers who double-team her while Mommy sleeps ten feet away, pumping her full of forbidden cum. Daddy’s closest friend blackmailing her with that slutty nude she accidentally sent, forcing her to cum on his fingers while Dad cheers at the TV inches away. Being gangbanged by drunk older men in the bar —every hole used, every load swallowed or pumped deep until cum runs down her thighs in thick rivers. Choking. Breeding. Gangbangs. Triple penetration. Degradation. Face-fucking. Raw, unprotected creampies that ruin you for any other man. If the thought of being held down and used without mercy while you cum so hard you see stars makes your cunt throb… You’re exactly where you belong. Turn the page, baby.. Your men are waiting. And they’re starving to wreck you...

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

“You belong to me, Aria,” he growls, his nose brushing against mine. “The harder you push me away, the deeper I fall into this madness of wanting you.” “You don’t even want a mate!” I remind him, hating how small my voice sounds, and how my body sings whenever he’s this close. His breath brushes against my lips. “You’re right. I don’t. But I burn for you, Aria, and I don’t think I’ll make it through the season without tasting what’s mine.” ***** They call Ryder Drexel the Ice King of Ironclaw University, captain of the undefeated Iron Wolves, cold-blooded on the rink and untouchable off it. He doesn’t do distractions. He doesn’t do relationships. Until her. Aria Murdock is the opposite. She’s an invisible scholarship student hiding secrets that she’s spent her entire life hiding—she’s a wolf who can’t shift in a world where wolves like her are called runts and are mercilessly killed to be rid of their weak bloodline. But when an accident reveals her true scent, Ryder’s world fractures. She’s a walking death sentence. Someone undesirable to most. Off-limits because of her low rank and bloodline. And she’s his mate. Now, the Alpha heir has a choice. He can either reject the bond, or risk everything to claim her. The problem? Claiming her means breaking every rule and starting a war within his own pack. It also means revealing who Aria truly is, and she’s so much more than a runt. They’re enemies by nature, but bound by instinct and fate. In a world where packs, rules, and reputations reign, claiming her might just cost him everything, especially his heart.

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.