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“Fuck me. Use me. Wreck me. I want to be filled with your big cock until my cunt can’t take it anymore.” “That’s my good girl. Now, tell me, what are you?” “I’m daddy’s whore.” _______ An erotic one-shot of delicious, sizzling, tantalizing, toe curling and vibrator grabbing shorts revolving around different characters. THIS BOOK CONTAINS DISTURBING SCENES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR KIDS OR THE WEAK MINDED. READ THIS BOOK AT YOUR OWN RISK!

CAUTION: This contains Erotica Content. 18+, BDSM, KINKS, Reverse Harem, Threesome, Hardcore. My eyes trailed down their long smooth legs in front of me, and I can imagine how they’d be trembling after I'm done fucking the hell out of them. “So…what decisions have you both made?” I coldly asked, indifferently crossing my legs to cover my monster which had been throbbing with desire. My two sexy secretaries looked at each other, but said nothing. I chuckled, then stood up, walking towards them at a gentle pace, “You both don't want to lose your jobs, right?” I stopped in front of Amela, my blonde beauty. I tipped her chin up and my finger trailed down to her neck and then lower until I got to that spot I have been thinking about—Her pointy full boobs. “You both should make your decision. Lose your jobs, or… Give your bodies to me for a month.” *** This is an unapologetically steamy erotica collection with different erotica stories that would surely leave you breathless, aching, secretly dripping, and coming for more Don’t say I didn’t warn you… Get ready to drip. And oh, don’t forget your popcorn.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- SYNOPSIS A forced marriage. A deadly alliance. A love that could ruin them both. To stop a war between two rival mafia families, Emilia Romano is forced to marry her father's enemy—Alessio Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to a criminal empire. Neither of them wants the arrangement. Neither plans to fall in love. But when enemies close in and old secrets resurface, their fake vows become dangerously real. In this world, love isn't just forbidden—it's lethal. – Will the war actually stop? Who is Alessio Moretti? Is Emilia Romanio ever going to be free? Will love find this two egocentric couple? Let's find out in this intriguing story.

A sharp pull by my wrist bought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "what the hell" I cussed. "Shh, baby girl" he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirk face saying it all. His eyes are gazing my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes & moved my face to the left. He stopped right away & increase the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll" he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk like grip which resulted into breaking my bangles & a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut in my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said "even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this" Which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I won’t give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage. _______________________ This is the story of Payal Mehra and Kabir Khurana who are bound by vows in the sacred bond of marriage which was not in their to do list. But yet they are.

On her wedding day, Kayla doesn’t walk into love… she walks into punishment. Forced to marry Dante Cruz—the man who believes she destroyed his past—she becomes a wife hated before she is even known. Dante doesn’t want a bride. He wants revenge. Cold stares, cruel whispers, and a marriage built on bitterness turn their home into a battlefield. But when buried secrets about the night that changed everything begin to surface, hate starts to crack… and something far more dangerous begins to grow. Because in a house built on revenge, even the smallest spark can turn into obsession. And Kayla is no longer just his enemy… She is the one he can’t let go of.

Violet Greco just wanted her father to see her,Instead he sold her. So she did what she always does, she made plan. Aleksei Carmene accepted the arrangement to get his father off his back. The Greco daughter was a business decision. A name on a contract and nothing more. Two rival families. One political marriage arranged to end a war neither family started, She walks in with poison in her bouquet and an exit strategy. He walks in with a contract. Neither of them planned on the other being exactly what they needed.

Eve, a loyal homemaker and mother, is blindsided when her billionaire husband Gabriel’s affair with his secretary Emily is exposed. Broken and betrayed, Eve files for divorce. Gabriel, arrogant and emotionally distant, strings Emily along with promises of a future he hasn’t committed to. Just days before finalizing the divorce, Gabriel is involved in a helicopter crash that causes partial memory loss. He forgets everything from the past three years—including the affair. He wakes believing he’s still married to Eve. Emily is told to stay away for his psychological safety, but bitterness festers. She watches as Gabriel grows closer to Eve again—unknowingly betraying her all over again. Eve is furious, but intrigued. This version of Gabriel is nothing like the man who betrayed her. As feelings begin to stir, Emily begins to fight harder, manipulating the truth to take back what she believes was promised. Only one woman will reclaim him. Only one will walk away healed.

Demon Knight An arrogant businessman. Owner of Knight Corporation. He is a pure devil. Some say he has a heart of stone and some say he does not have a heart at all. He hates women. But once he used to be a golden boy. But when his wife abandoned their child on the day of his birth for her career he turned into a cold-hearted person. His only goal is to give all happiness to his son. But what will happen when his son asks for Mommy? Will he fulfill his wish? Will he marry?

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.