Jaket Tokyo Noir Familia

TRIGGER WARNING Close this page right now if any of these will ruin your day: • Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her “Mom” while he’s balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, “slut” talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession • Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About “Hooked on his Dick” One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she’s ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they’re doomed. Secret quickies while Dad’s downstairs. Kitchen counter pounding with the cake burning. One last soul shattering night on the eve of Liam’s wedding to his old school crush. She knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. But every time he growls “Mom” and slams into her, wrong feels so fucking right. No hearts and flowers. No redemption arc. Just sweat, cum, guilt, and the kind of dirty, obsessive sex that leaves you shaking. If you want your taboo served raw, breathless, and unapologetic this one will ruin you in the best way.

J'ai acheté un homme-bête de service de niveau compétition. Il ne m'aimait pas. Il a remué la queue uniquement devant ma sœur. Plus tard, j'ai ramené chez moi un homme-bête de bas rang, destiné au simple défoulement. Cette fois-là, il a paniqué. Il a même failli pleurer. « Isabelle Lepont, tu ne peux garder qu'un seul. Moi. Rien que moi ! »

Aurore podcasteuse spécialisée dans les affaires criminelles, pensait enquêter sur une affaire classée de plus... jusqu’à ce qu’elle découvre que la victime était le père qu’elle n’a jamais connu. Son meurtrier ? La famille Rossetti. Elle devrait les dénoncer. À la place, elle retombe dans les bras de Xavier Rossetti, le parrain marié qu’elle n’a jamais cessé d’aimer. L’aimer, c’est trahir son sang. Le dénoncer, c’est tout risquer — y compris sa vie. Dans la mafia, l’amour est l’arme la plus mortelle.

I loved Liam with everything I had, waiting for the day he'd finally accept me wholeheartedly as his wife. I watched him bring his mistress to our home without complaining. And I had no intention to complain as our marriage was obviously an arranged one even though I loved him. Hence I waited patiently for the day he'd finally see through my sincerity and show me even the tiniest bit of affection. However, five years down the line, nothing had changed. Liam was still the same, bringing his mistress into our home, and frolicking around the city with her. I endured it all for the sake of Grandma Helen. But when Grandma Helen died, I had no reason to remain in the marriage anymore and must give him a divorce. I gave you enough chance to love me as your woman but since you couldn't do that, I’d be gone from your life for good.

“You shouldn't be here…” Naila felt like her whole world was crumbling down as she stared at the man towering over her. “Funny,” his voice was hoarse. “Neither should you. I guess Santa has a funny way of playing for the season, don't you think?” ******** Naila Cole escapes to a snowbound mountain cabin days before Christmas, desperate to outrun a life that’s falling apart. She expects silence, isolation and healing. She doesn’t expect Remy Sterling. Her ex-boyfriend. The man she walked away from years ago. One booking mistake. A brutal blizzard. One night they swear will mean nothing. But weeks later, Naila is hiding a secret that could destroy them both. When a new job offer drags her into the city, she’s ready to rebuild—until she walks into the boardroom and comes face to face with her new boss. Remy Sterling. CEO. Ruthless negotiator. And the father of the child she hasn’t told him about. As Christmas approaches and a dangerous corporate merger tightens its grip, Naila is forced into close quarters with Remy once again—while rumours ignite, rivals circle, and someone begins leaking secrets meant to ruin her. With her career in flames, her body changing, and the truth ticking like a time bomb between them, Naila must decide how long she can keep the secret that could cost Remy his empire… or her heart. Because some mistakes can't be hidden. Especially not the ones conceived on Christmas night.

I’ve always felt the child that I’ve cared for the past three years was not mine. My mother-in-law told me I was overthinking and was just tired. However, I remember it clearly. My child had a birthmark on their left arm.   Even my husband said it was nothing more than a dream I had after passing out during labor.   Still, I began to suspect that my in-laws swapped my child at birth.  

"I hate you." I gasp,clutching his leather jacket as his hands tighten around my waist. "The feeling is mutual." Then he crushes his lips against mine,making me forget my name. ------------- In my world,veltrith dominion,I am only my parents and my older sister's younger sister. But that changes when I am forced to marry the boy I hate. I become a fiancée,then a wife. My secret becomes hard to hide. The Secret that I am a dragon. A girl that weirds magic. In veltrith Dominion,I ought to be killed along with my family. But I am good at hiding it. when everything begins to unravel and tensions rise,I have no option but to work with my enemy to survive. It would be simple if my heart knew not to change course and start falling in love with him. A system where gods do nothing but their silence demands obedience. People pray with terror in their hearts- out of fear not out of love- for survival. Nobles fight among themselves while the commoners bleed for bread. Magic,the one thing that could free humanity is punished by brutal death. Faith is currency and yet,those who believe the most are poor. Welcome to Veltrith Dominion.

Isla, the unwanted daughter of the Grayson family, has a shadow of rejection hovering over her. Her father, when he was alive, treated her with cold civility; her mother could barely tolerate her, and her sister despised her. After her sister travels abroad and refuses to come back, she is forced to marry her sister's fiance but her sister’s fiancé is not just any man; he is Alpha Lucien, the Alpha of Redridge Pack, who now hates her because of the marriage. After years of a loveless marriage, her sister returns and once again her life is pushed into a haul of negativity. She is banished from her home and left for dead but when it seems all hope is lost, she is saved by him. Alpha Killian, the lycan king, not only saves her but tells her she is his mate. After living a life of hardship, can she accept love when it comes from the most unlikely source? And how can she forget her past when it keeps coming back?

A los siete años, papá llevó a casa a una mujer hermosa y fue ella quien me regaló una caja de mangos. Ese mismo día, mamá me vio comerlos con tanto gusto. Firmó los papeles del divorcio sin decir nada y, poco después, se lanzó del edificio. Desde entonces, el mango se convirtió en la pesadilla que me acompañaría toda la vida. Por eso, el día de mi boda le dije a mi esposo, Héctor Preciado, que si algún día quería divorciarse, solo tenía que regalarme un mango. Él me abrazó sin responder y, desde ese momento, el mango también se volvió su tabú. Cinco años después de casarnos, en Nochebuena, su amiga de la infancia dejó un mango sobre su escritorio. Ese día, Héctor anunció que cortaba toda relación con Violeta Sánchez y la despidió de la empresa. Y ahí sí creí, sin dudarlo, que él era el hombre indicado para mí. Hasta que, seis meses después, regresé del extranjero tras cerrar un trato de cien millones de dólares. En la cena de celebración, Héctor me pasó una bebida. Y, cuando ya me había tomado la mitad del vaso, Violeta, la mujer a la que había despedido de la empresa, apareció detrás de mí con una sonrisa provocadora y preguntó en tono despreocupado: —¿Está bueno el jugo de mango? Me giré para mirar a Héctor con incredulidad. Él apenas contenía la risa. —No te enojes —dijo—. Violeta insistió en que te hiciera esta broma. —No te di un mango, solo jugo de mango. Luego añadió, como si nada: —Pero, creo que Violeta tiene razón: que no comas mango es una manía tuya. —Mira lo feliz que estabas tomándolo hace un momento. Mi expresión se endureció. Levanté la mano, le arrojé el resto del jugo en el rostro y me di media vuelta para irme. Porque hay cosas con las que no se bromea. El mango no lo es. Y mi decisión de divorciarme, tampoco.

She was sold like cattle, rejected by her fated mate, and silenced by a curse that buried her wolf. Elara Moonridge has spent her life shackled in shadows—until the cold, ruthless Alpha Kael Draven buys her at a slave auction with a single word and a dead stare, but what begins as punishment becomes something far more dangerous when sparks ignite between predator and prey... and a long-buried prophecy starts to awaken. As dark enemies close in and secrets unravel, Elara must find her voice, her strength, and her wolf before time runs out. Because in a world where second chances are rare, love might just be the deadliest weapon of all.