Maximum Security Novel Novels & Stories

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“Because your safety will be out of my control and I’d be trusting strangers with your life. WITSEC has been compromised in the past. It’s rare but it happens. Anyone can be bought. Families threatened. By the time I found out, it would be too late.” “I trust our lives with you. Let’s go with the first option.” Gabe’s safety came first. Abby refused to examine the second reason—spending more time with Max. She stood up and placed the frog back on the bed. Max pulled her in for a tight hug. The safest place she’d ever known was in his arms. Forgetting the terror, Abby tucked her head into his neck. “That’s not even the biggest challenge we have,” Max muttered into her hair. “What’s the bigges

’ Pamela remarked ‘I promise mum, from now on I will be telling you.’ Emma said with a huge smile. She was glad that she had handled the conversation with her mother smoothly. A part of her was worried when her mother first started with the questions, she suspected she knew something but it turned out her secret was still safe. Of late she and James were less discreet in their affairs, they were now sometimes meeting in broad daylight at numerous places a move they both new was dangerous but could not help themselves.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

My destination: the basement, where the security control room was located. I found a secluded corner and slipped behind a pillar, staying out of sight. The door to the security control room was fortified with high-tech locks that only Zander's biometric scan could open. Inside, the pack's entire security network, along with sensitive information about the North, was stored on the main computer. The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof.

I was twenty the summer Mom left for Tokyo. Six months. A new contract, some massive consulting gig that had her flying first-class and FaceTiming us from hotel suites with views of skyscrapers I’d never see. She kissed me on the forehead, hugged Damian like he was the one deploying instead of her, and promised she’d be back before I knew it. The house felt different the second her car disappeared down the driveway. Bigger. Quieter. Dangerous. Damian Knox—forty-two, former Special Forces, now the kind of man who ran private security for billionaires and governments that didn’t officially exist—was suddenly the only other person breathing in this sprawling five-bedroom prison of glass and mar

The new safe was built using the latest technology for enhanced security measures that employed the use of motion and noise sensors. Captured in a rucksack was at play, unfolding events at its natural pace. The young Tamara rhymed along and did all she could to master her role in the play until she came to terms with it. The real author was kilometers away watching the game unfold in the book. She knew he was somehow watching her every move and she had no regrets about it. He was going to be the best guy for her had she been a hunky dory type.

"Because I watched you, for days, for weeks on the God damn cameras. Crying in the fucking hallways, arguing with doctors. I watched this strong woman who refused to be told no, who refused to give up, and I became entranced with her. Shit, obsessed with her. But she wouldn't notice me. Not when I tried to speak to her. Not when I sat a few tables away from her in the cafeteria and tried to get her attention. I even came to your shitty fucking job and got waited on by you, and still nothing. And I couldn't fucking figure out why I couldn't get you out of my mind. Why all I could think about were your curves, about having your body under me. About hearing what your moans and gasps sounded lik

The door clicked shut. Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien. Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her. “Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured. He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.