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My husband's first love was scalded by boiling water. To punish me, he forced me into a customized steamer half my height, turned the heat to its highest setting, and sealed me inside. "I'll make you feel the pain Jessica suffered a thousand times over!" Trapped in the suffocating space, my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat seared my skin, and my body felt as though it would melt. I sobbed, begging him for mercy. "Please! I'm going to die!" But he didn't look back. Holding his beloved in his arms, he walked away. He even locked the door after he left the room. "Don't worry, you won't die. This is the only way you'll understand Jessica's pain." Despair swallowed me whole. I screamed, my voice raw, but the boiling water beneath me splashed up, scalding my skin, stealing even the strength to cry. He left the country with Jessica that same night. A week passed before he finally remembered my existence. "That wretched woman must have learned her lesson by now. Let her out." What he didn't know was that the water had long since boiled away, the heat had faded, and inside the steamer, my corpse lay rotting—swarmed with maggots.

18 Explicit raw content. ️ WARNING : this is raw, shameless porn in written form, read at your own risk . This collection contains steamy, dirty raw stories with forbidden kinky desires including rough sex, gay sex, milfs sex, teen sex, forbidden taboo relationships. ****. He begins thrusting in and out roughly, faster as the bed creaks and the head board hits the wall. I felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”

Arielle has kept herself hidden from the werewolf world for years after losing her parents. When she accidentally reveals her rogue status, she ends up locked up in a pack dungeon. What will happen when her mate finds her in that cell? Will the two give in to the mate bond or will they fight it? Will the couple survive betrayal, heart break, and treachery? Will they abandon each other?

I accidentally ruined the cake at the fake daughter's birthday party. As punishment, my parents and brother locked me in the basement. "You’ve let your jealousy ruin a perfectly good celebration. Stay here and think about what you’ve done!" they shouted. They left me in the basement and went off to the Maldives to throw another birthday party for the fake daughter. When a gas leak occurred at home, I was still locked in the basement. As soon as they remotely turned the lights on, the whole house exploded, taking my life with it. After my death, my spirit drifted over to where my family was celebrating. I saw them gathered around the fake daughter on a beach. When a luxury three-tiered cake was brought out, they watched her make a wish with a smile. The fake daughter put on a show of concern about me. "Darling, you’re too kind-hearted. People like her deserve to be locked up and taught a lesson. Let’s see if she dares to take anything from you again," they said. Hearing that, I completely gave up on my family. When they returned home and saw the destroyed house, however, my parents and brother went mad.

My younger brother told me he was overwhelmed by school stress and had developed depression. I tried to help by encouraging him to seek treatment, drawing from my own experience with the illness. However, my mother blamed me, accusing me of passing the depression onto him. She took me to a witch, who locked me in the house. Every day, the witch used willow branches to drive away evil spirits, beating me until my skin was raw, forcing me to drink filthy water, and making me bleed. "This is the only way to banish the evil and bless your little brother." After enduring days of torment, my depression worsened, and I chose to end my life. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my brother first confessed his depression. I looked at my body—whole and unharmed. This time, I will make them pay for everything I endured.

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"

Adriana never thought she'd find herself here, standing at her ex’s wedding, pretending to be over him. Enzo, the love of her life, is about to marry someone else, and the hurt she thought she’d buried resurfaces in an instant. As he pulls her into a hug, her heart falters, his familiar touch feels like home. Five years apart, yet her feelings are still raw, and seeing him with Alicia, his polished fiancée, stabs deeper than she cares to admit. But Adriana's not alone. Zayn, Enzo's enigmatic brother, offers her an out, a "fake boyfriend" to shield her from the heartache of being the third wheel. What begins as a simple act of convenience spirals into something more intense, as their chemistry turns undeniably real. As secrets unravel and tensions rise, Adriana is forced to confront everything she's avoided for years, her unresolved feelings for Enzo, the fierce connection she feels with Zayn, and the raw vulnerability she’s terrified to embrace. When Zayn reveals his true intentions, Adriana’s world shatters. Is he just playing a game to make Enzo jealous? Or is there something deeper simmering between them? As the wedding weekend unfolds, passion, betrayal, and emotional battles blur the lines of love and revenge. With the stakes higher than ever, Adriana must choose: stay locked in her past with Enzo or take a risk on a future with Zayn, the man who could heal her heart or break it completely. Will Adriana choose to let go of the past and trust in a love she never saw coming?

There’s always a saying in the married world. “Love endures all.” And I’ve always believed that lie. I’ve always fantasized that Andrea would someday understand what I felt about him. That if I endured a little longer, he would be kind to our children. I always hoped that we could end up happy. But I was wrong. It was all an illusion. Being in a cold and loveless marriage alone was pain. But being disrespectful toward me with my sister and treating our kids like they didn’t matter, was hell. Andrea and I had been married for three years without warmth. His intended bride was supposed to be my step-sister, Lily. But it all came crashing down after a night of a drugged encounter that led to pregnancy. He was forced to choose me instead of my step-sister. Stupid me, I fell in love with him anyway. Even when I knew that he was having a thing with her. Even when he chose to humiliate me. I still believed I held a place in his heart. Until he threw a divorce agreement to my face. Tired and fed up with my cold and miserable life, I left with my kids. Guess what? I found my Mr. Right. A man who always stood by me. A man who my children proudly called Dad. Look who’s curling on their knees now?

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

Hazel Greene was never supposed to be taken. She was just a small-town mechanic with a filthy mouth and a dangerous obsession. One reckless night, she joked about letting the ruthless President of the Iron Sons MC kidnap her… tie her up… and use her however he wanted for sixty filthy days. Jax “Reaper” Harlan heard every word. Now she’s his. Snatched off the street, thrown over his bike, and locked inside his compound, Hazel quickly realizes her dark fantasy has become a terrifying reality. The man she wanted so badly is colder, harder, and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. He owns her. He controls her. And he has no intention of letting her go when the sixty days are over. But Reaper isn’t the only monster who wants her. The rival Vipers MC president has been watching Hazel for months, and he’s willing to burn everything to the ground to take her. Blood is already spilling. Fingers have been cut. War has begun. Trapped between two savage men, Hazel must survive a brutal world of loyalty, violence, and raw dominance. Every touch from Reaper brands her deeper. Every defiance pushes him closer to the edge. She asked for the devil. Now she belongs to him. Sixty days. No mercy. No escape. Warning: This is a very dark MC romance with explicit content, violence, and triggers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.