Impel Down Arc

18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes. From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy. Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot. You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

Devyn Reilly isn't a socialite or mafia princess - she's down on her luck and it shows. Her rent is due, bills needed to be paid and she just got fired. Her singing career was going the same way as her life was - nowhere. But would all this be enough to make her go down The Rabbit Hole? Kieran Teague is a ruthless Irish mob boss, known to be so callous that even the Russian Pakhan of New York was wary of him. Stepping into his newly opened BDSM club, The Rabbit Hole, he did not expect to be intrigued by a lowly new dancer. However, the second she opened her mouth to sing, he knew he had to have her. Will the ruthless mobster be softened by the submissive siren? *Book 3 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*

Clarabel Jones, a florist, was forced into marriage with her childhood arch-enemy, Aiden Smith. Aiden Smith, a renowned oil businessman from a very wealthy background was however indifferent about the arranged marriage. The marriage was a written down instruction from their grandparents.

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

"For heaven's sake mom, I'm just twenty-one. I'm tired this marriage stuff" She reminded plainly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother only stared at the tears rolling down her cheeks, sympathetically. But she had no choice but to get her only daughter married again. Flora, a young and pretty lady has been forced into an early marriage. Her husband passed away a year after their marriage and she became a widow. Again, she was forced into another marriage, she was pained, she was troubled,why she? Why was her mother bent on ruining her life? She was just a young girl who wanted to explore and enjoy life. To escape getting married again, she fled. On that night, she met with a dangerous looking guy. She was frightened, but she preferred the dangerous looking guy rather than to get married again. Zayn, a nice looking young man, but a notorious gangster was out on that night, he almost knocked the person down with his car, he became so furious when the person was not getting out of his way. He got down from his car and discovered it was a lady, a lady dressed in black outfit, a lady who looks so timid and innocent, a lady who pleaded to him earnestly to save her. Would he save the lady? Would Flora get a help? And why was her mom bent on getting her married over and over again?

"Fuck," I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. "You've driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?" I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. "For that, I'm going to pump so deep, you'll see stars." "Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider as I go down and take a long, sweet whiff of her pink pussy. "I'd like that very much, Daddy. Please me. Please, Daddy...fuck..." I take the first lick, my fingers digging into her laps as she moans out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh my God." One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I've rested them on my shoulders. "Damien." I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she's crying out. "What do you really want from me, little girl?" "Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." ------------- Warning: This book is intended for 18+ audiences. It is an erotic boxset, containing seventeen original erotic short stories. Steamy, fun, and fulfilling, just how ya'll like it.

Martha's life is turned upside down when she starts having terrible and scary dreams that creeps into reality. She thinks she can protect her family from it but she fails repeatedly. How is she going to handle the tragedy?

"This is a notice regarding proper use of the air conditioning. Please sign to acknowledge receipt." My six-year-old son stood there with a stern little frown, slapping a sheet of paper down in front of me. I glanced at the page. Written in colorful marker were several neatly listed "charges." The whole thing felt absurd. When I did not respond, he pointed at the paper like a tiny adult. "Mom, you didn't turn the air down in time yesterday. That could've affected my health. It was very irresponsible." I looked toward my husband, who had just gotten home from work, hoping he would say something, anything, in my defense. Instead, he snatched up the paper and slapped it down on the table, his voice sharp. "Can't you be more attentive? Our son's health comes first. If you can't even handle something this simple, what kind of mother are you?" With someone backing him up, our son's eyes immediately reddened. He burst into tears. "Mom doesn't love me!" The two of them, playing judge and jury, left me suddenly breathless. "Fine," I said at last. "If I'm such an unfit mother, I'll leave. Let your father find you a new one, someone who knows how to set the air conditioning properly."

"You are mine! My slave, My property. I can do whatever I want with you. I saved your fucking life and bought you with my money. I am the reason you are still alive. Without me, you would have died. You should be happy for being privileged to become my sex slave. You turned me down and insulted me the other time, but now I own you. Now get down on your knees and take my dick into your mouth!" Mike commanded Jennifer. Mike saved her from her evil uncle when he was about to waste her life and bought her to take full ownership of her. Jennifer thought he rescued her from her wicked uncle to take good care of her, not knowing he have an evil intention for turning him down on his first approach in a hotel, coupled with the fact that she insulted him in a way no human have ever. "Do you know who you are talking to?" Mike asked. "Yes, I'm talking to an uncircumcised foolish pervet. A mental deranged idiot looking for who to satisfy his stupid sexual urge, while disguising himself as a gentle philanthropist." Jennifer replied. . . As Mike set to make her is sex slave, he was bound to find out how different she is from other girls he have encountered.

"Aha…" I moaned while digging my fingers into his lustrous black hair while the stranger was busy sucking my nipple. "You are liking it, aren't you?" He whispered into my ear. My clit throbbed as I felt his magical fingers crawling down my waist, sending sparks of lust into my body. Lacing his fingers into my lace panties, he pulled them down and tossed them out of the bed. I shot out a loud moan when he ran his fingers up and down my clit. My heart throbbed when I saw his giant cock springing out of his underwear. Fuck! It was dripping already. He was eager to fuck me but I was scared if my innocent pussy could accommodate it. I crossed my legs but he harshly spread them apart and kissed my clit. "Fuck! You are wet already," he said, licking my clit. You need my dick badly, don't you?" I blushed when he read my mind, and was thrilled to lose my virginity to the handsome stranger to humiliate my husband. ------ Tonight was meant to be my wedding night where I should have been fucked by my husband but after how he left me at altar all alone and humiliated in front of the world, I decided to give away my virginity to a stranger in the hospital where I work.