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Isabella Romano's idyllic existence falls apart in just one week. Her engagement and career have been ruined, and the only place she can go is to her father's construction business. Finding herself in front of Dominic Castellano, her dad's business partner, best friend, and the man she's desired since she was eighteen, is the last thing she expects. For years, Dom has avoided contact with Vincent's daughter. She is everything he shouldn't want, off-limits, and prohibited. His good intentions, however, are immediately dashed when she arrives, broken and desperate. A single touch triggers another. An uncontrollable fire is started by a single kiss. With a hunger that had been growing for years, he forced her against the office wall and framed her face with his rough hands before snatching her mouth. "This is insane," he growled against her lips while his fingers entangled themselves in her hair. "Then stop," she said softly. No, he couldn't. He couldn't, God forbid him. As he raised her, plans strewn across the floor, her legs encircled his waist. It was everything he had denied himself: the taste of her, the sensation of her gentle curves on his. She gasped as his lips touched the tender region on her neck. "Dom," she said. "Please—" “Dom? "You in there?" The door opened and Vincent's voice roared in. Both of them froze

⚠️ R18+ WARNING This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and taboo relationships between consenting adults. Expect filthy age-gap sex, forbidden lust, rough scenes, and a daddy’s best friend who can’t keep his hands off the heroine. If you’re under 18, or easily offended by dirty talk, moaning, and being pinned against the wall… turn back now. If you like it dirty… welcome home.****^^^^*******^One kiss in the hallway was all it took to break every rule. Now he’s in my room at night, his hand over my mouth so my father won’t hear me scream his name. He says it’s just sex. I know it’s something more. Because no matter how wrong it is… I’m not sure I’ll ever want him to stop.*****This book is a compilation of different short stories. Have fun reading!

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

****Mature Audience Only***** “Strip.” Heat flooded my cheeks. I hesitated, just for a heartbeat—then let the straps of my red dress slide off my shoulders. The silk puddled at my feet. My heels stayed on, my panties stayed on, and I stood there trembling in black lace, suddenly more exposed than I’d ever been in my life. He circled me slowly, his fingertips brushing over my spine, down my hip, ghosting over the swell of my ass. The touch made me shiver, made my nipples tighten against the lace. Then he fisted my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up at him. His eyes were dark fire. “You’re mine tonight,” he said flatly. “Every part of you. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m yours.” “On your knees.” My body dropped instantly, as if it had been waiting for that command all along. “Open,” he ordered. I obeyed. His cock slid over my tongue, thick and heavy, and I gagged when he… Raw Pleasures will leave readers breathless, aroused, and haunted—satisfied in the moment yet craving more. Each story lingers like a forbidden memory, stirring desire, curiosity, and a secret hunger they won’t easily forget. This book is a work of adult fiction created exclusively for readers 18 years and older. It features highly explicit sexual scenes, strong language, and explores darker, taboo, and morally challenging themes. Within these pages are stories that delve into dominance and submission, power dynamics, and unconventional relationships that may not be suitable for all audiences.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INTENDED FOR THE MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). IT INCLUDES STRONG LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES, AND THEMES THAT MAY TRIGGERING OR DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. PLEASE PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH ADULT THEMES AND MATURE STORYTELLING. “You’re not my Luna. You’re my prisoner. And I’ll ruin you for what your family did to mine.” When Aria Vale is forced into a blood-bound marriage with Alpha Kael Blackthorn, the cold, feared warlord of the North, she expects pain—not passion. The ruthless Alpha doesn’t believe in love. He believes in vengeance. Years ago, Aria’s pack betrayed his. They orchestrated the slaughter of his parents. Tortured and murdered the woman he once loved. Now Kael holds their daughter in chains—his wife by law, his prey by choice. On their wedding night, he throws her onto the bed and growls: “I’ll make sure you know hell on earth.” Used. Humiliated. Punished. He wants her broken. She’ll make him bleed. And when the bond awakens, neither will survive the craving.