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Warning: This is not your regular love story. This is a collection of explicitly sinful acts. Confession, forbidden deeds, Raw, vivid. DON’T READ IN PUBLIC. Unless… you enjoy the risk of being caught. It isn’t just a book. It’s an experience that will make your body burn. Every story in this book is fast, wild, and full of heat. Bold women take what they want. Dominant men fight their urges. Every touch, every look, every whispered word will make you crave more. As you read, your heart will race. Your body will react before your mind can catch up. You’ll gasp, shiver, and ache for pleasure. Each story is written to make you move your hand as you read, to feel every word. We have it all—MF, MM, FF, MFM, FFM, MMMF, and everything in between. Every fantasy you can imagine. Every kind of desire. Every risky mix of heat. The thrill of being caught. The rush of secret wants. The pull of power and lust. It’s all here. You’ll imagine being there, feeling every touch, every kiss, every deep push. No holding back. No rules. Just raw, hot desire. Your eyes read the words. Your hand follows your body’s needs. You’ll touch yourself, tremble, and feel the heat grow. By the last page, you’ll be breathing fast, shaking, and wanting more. And the stories won’t leave your mind. They’ll stay with you, making you ache for the next word, the next touch, the next release. This isn’t just reading. It’s indulgence. One hand holds the phone. The other? That’s up to you. Are you ready to give in?

“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous. “Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.” His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through. “On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.” Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along. These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.

My son just had surgery. I'm sitting by his bedside in the hospital when I come across a post online. "What's the worst thing you've ever done?" One anonymous comment stands out. "I used the upperclassman who funded me as a stepping stone. My sponsor was rich but clueless. After she paid for my entire college, I slept with her husband and got pregnant. "The craziest part? My son and her son were born on the same day, but my husband swapped the babies. Now, she treats my son like he's her whole world, working day and night to give him a better life. "But her own son lives with me, wearing hand-me-downs and eating leftovers. Today, my son had surgery. I was worried sick, so I slapped her son hard a few times. "Oh, and her family just got a three-million-dollar payout for relocation. My husband is going to the hospital later. He's going to use the excuse of buying a house near the schools to get the money. "Once we have the money, I'm buying a villa. Then I'll get my son back and kick her out!" The post includes a blurry photo of a boy begging on his knees. My breath catches because the charm on his wrist is the same lucky charm I gave my son the day he was born. Just then, my husband pushes open the door to the ward and walks in. "Honey, Sean's starting elementary school soon. Let's use that relocation money your mom received to buy a house near the schools."

Heads up! This story includes mature themes, strong language, and steamy scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine. “After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?” a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body. I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara. He thinks I'm her and I have to be her. I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him. To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He knew Clara...maybe intimately. "I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought. “I got held up, I'm sorry,” I managed, forcing Clara’s sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing. “Uh-huh,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You owe me, Clara. Big time.” ****************************************** Jenna has always had the perfect life, Her mate, Damon...the Alpha of the pack who accepted her, a pack that wanted her as their Luna..... Until it was stripped off her on the coronation night. Just minutes to the coronation time, she wakes up in Clara's body (Her mate's sister) Now she's trapped...replaced and forgotten while someone takes her crown, her mate and her position as the Luna of the pack. She must solve that mystery while living Clara's messed up life.

This is an extremely collection of high-heat romance of erotic forbidden daddies stories. Not for people under the age of 18 "Oh, my god, daddies cock taste better and sweeter than honey." I moaned as his hot cum erupted in my cunt.

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Contents of this story includes explicit sex scenes, and if it doesn't suit you, avoid reading! Tales of iniquity draws you closer to the sex life of the characters in the book. Including- BL, GL, MM, BB and all manner of forbidden romance. Beware!

What if your next filthy favorite story started with a moan… and ended with “Yes, Daddy”? Then take a deep breath… •ON MY KNEES, DADDY• is ready to leave you soaked, breathless, and aching for more. This is a raw, erotic collection of dominant men who don’t ask—they take. And their submissives? Oh, they beg. They kneel. They come apart, over and over. Inside, you'll find stories that cross every line: hotel-room threesomes, forbidden stepdaddy fantasies, one-night stands, rough office sex, taboo roleplay, and the kind of dirty stories that will have your thighs clenched and your fingers wandering. Warning: These pages drip with sin. Read in private, or get caught dripping. 18+ only.

A holiday of raw, dirty pleasures. A collection of forbidden desires brought to life. A Christmas spent in Sin and dirty fantasies. A collection filled with hot, passionate and steamy sex. Are you ready for this rollercoaster of undiluted and unfiltered tale that'll leave you breathless, aching and sinful?. If you're not 🔞 kindly scroll past this book.

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »