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⚠️⛔Explicit 18+ Content | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised. ***** “Room for one more?” Thorne murmured, his voice dark with hunger. He stroked his pierced cock, lining up carefully beside the bases. My heart pounded, my hole already maxed, but the omega in me craved it—more stretch, more claim. He pushed slowly, the head forcing past the ring alongside the knots, my walls screaming as they parted further. I cried out, my back arching, tears blurring my vision. The burn twisted sharply, pleasure exploding through it as Thorne sank inch by inch, his length rubbing the knots inside. Three cocks now, locked and throbbing, filling me beyond reason. Slick gushed forcefully, easing the impossible fit, my rim pulled so thin it fluttered visible. “Fuck, he's taking us all,” Aurelius groaned, his knot twitching hard. ~~~~~ Bound By His Rules is an MM erotica collection that’s a feast of sinful encounters with rough hands, stolen kisses, forbidden lust, and men who will do anything to claim each other. Whether it’s a one-night temptation or a love that cuts deep, these stories are soaked in passion and unapologetic heat. From Alpha and Omega TO Gravedigger and Passerby TO Sinful Stepbrothers and Halfbrothers AND MANY MORE. They are raw. They are intense. They are addictive. You better proceed with caution. Else, once you taste it, there’s no going back.

Synopsis "Baby girl, you know there’s no going back after this, right?" he said, licking her lower lip and holding her head up. "If I fuck you right now," he said again, "that means you’ll be mine alone, and no one else is allowed to touch you. I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this." He said, spreading her thighs with his knee. She swallowed hard and looked at him. She was really doing this. She was a grown woman, and she was about to fuck the man who used to be her best friend. She wanted this so badly. She’d never wanted someone like this before. She regretted lying to him years ago—if she had given him a chance back then, she would have been enjoying this all along. "Do you want this, Claire Ema Carter?" he asked, staring at her juicy lips. "Yes, please… I want this." He smirked and licked her ear. "Fucking great," he murmured, before crashing his lips onto hers. --- He never saw her as just a friend from the start—she was always his woman, even if she didn’t know it. He had loved her for a long time. All he ever wanted was to own her, to be the only man she could see and love. But it took her years to realize how much she meant to him.

“Dominic—” I breathed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. His arms closed around me like a vise, and before I could stop him, his mouth found the curve of my neck. Soft. Demanding. Devastating. I gasped, the fight bleeding out of me as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, sending molten shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight me, Selene,” he murmured against my skin. “You don’t have to fight me.” My hands trembled where they clutched his shirt. Oh God, Oh God. *** When Selene walks in on her husband cheating with the woman she once called her best friend, her world shatters. One reckless night leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger—only to discover he’s Dominic Lancaster, her ex-husband’s powerful and ruthless older brother. Dominic has his own reasons for seeking revenge against his younger brother, and he makes Selene a bold offer: marry him, give him an heir, and together, they’ll destroy the man who wronged them both. But as the lines between their arrangement and real emotions begin to blur, Selene realizes she may have made a deal with the devil himself. And the biggest secret of all? She’s already carrying his child.

“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.

I was sold as sex slave by my parents! My mom broke down in tears at this point as she shook her head as she murmured while sobbing. "I'm sorry, my dear... I'm sorry." Her expression looked as if she was truly guilty of me, but her backward steps betrayed her. I shuddered uncontrollably as I watched this unfold before me, desperately shaking my head as I struggled to deny it all. "No, no… I don't want this…" I looked at those men who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes. When I tried to move my thin body and escape from what they were trying to do, the two of them held both of my arms and my legs, trying to stop me from moving, as one of them was already on top of me. One of them sneered as he looked at me with arrogance. "Alpha King has other sex slaves anyway, so there's no harm in us enjoying this bitch first!" Tears broke out of my eyes as I begged them to stop what they were doing. "Stop… no… please don't…" Despite my hoarse voice and I could barely even speak, I pleaded for mercy. I plead that they won't do what they were planning to do. I am saving myself for my future mate. I… I hate this… But what the hell am I supposed to do!

"You're tight," his deep voice murmured in my ear as I felt his wet tongue on my neck. My legs quivered, the walls of my pussy clenching together. "Brace yourself, don't expect me to go easy. I will fuck you hard even if you're a virgin," he nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I bring you pain as well as pleasure," he warned before ramming into me. Rated 18+. Warning: This book contains explicit and mature content with no filters. All Shades of Passion is a collection of short stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves. Who we are and what we want. Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure. From a young virgin who is desperate for sex, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student. It is packed full of BDSM, forbidden love, harems, orgies, boy love (MM), girl fantasy (GG), and age gap romance. No judgment or prejudice. It's raw, it's real and it's dark. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans both great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.

The air in the penthouse was thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of a shared victory. He stood before her, the ice in his gaze finally melted, revealing a raw vulnerability that stole the breath from her lungs. “This wasn’t part of the contract,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as his thumb traced the line of her jaw. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird against the gilded cage of their agreement. “I know.” His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the shocking warmth of his skin against hers. “Then tell me to stop, Ivy. Give me the rules. Give me the clause.” She should. Every instinct for self-preservation screamed at her to rebuild the walls, to remember he was her enemy, her jailer, her temporary husband. But as she looked into the stormy grey depths of his eyes, she saw not the ruthless CEO, but the man who had just looked at her daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the world. So, she didn’t speak. Instead, she rose onto her toes, closing the distance, her lips a breath away from his in a silent, devastating answer. The first kiss was not a conquest, but a surrender. It was not about revenge or contracts. It was a question, and in the shuddering breath he released against her mouth, she found her answer. The cold, platinum wedding band finally felt warm against her skin.

Have you ever envisioned meeting your soulmate, only to discover that he is actually your greatest enemy? What if fate bound you both together? Will you embrace one another or turn away? Meet Alpha Theo from the Snow White Moon Pack, known as the demon Alpha. At just seven years old, he witnessed the devastating moment when the dragon king burned his parents and pack members before his eyes. The once cheerful, sweet child became a fearsome Alpha, instilling dread in all who crossed his path. He swore vengeance upon all dragons. That was, until fate led him to his promise mate, Ashton. A dragon slave on the verge of execution. "I, Alpha Theophilus Snow, reject you as my mate, you filthy dragon slave!" Ashton collapsed to his knees, blood spilling from his mouth in the wake of the rejection. Clutching his chest in agony, he looked at the demon Alpha with a bitter smile... "I, Ashton Flames, the dragon prince and son of Mathias Flames, acce—" "NOOOO!!!" A resounding voice interrupted, halting Ashton from conceding to the Alpha's rejection. Both Ashton and the demon Alpha's eyes widened in shock as the Dragon Queen appeared before them. "Mother..." Ashton murmured through his tears... Will Ashton go through with the Alpha's rejection? Or will the demon Alpha take back his refusal?

"Sign the papers, Estella." Marco slid the divorce papers across the mahogany table, his eyes fixed on Claudia, who hovered by his side with a victorious smile. "Did you really think a nobody like you could keep me?" Estella's throat tightened as she forced herself to meet his gaze. The diamond on Claudia's finger caught the light—his best friend now wearing what should have been hers forever. "You should be grateful," Claudia murmured, resting a hand on her belly. "Letting you go is the kindest thing we've done for you." When Estella married into the powerful Valdez family, she believed in love conquering all. Instead, she found herself cast out, Helena Valdez herself showing her the door when Claudia announced her pregnancy. Then Alejandro De Luca appeared—Marco's sworn enemy offering an unexpected proposition. "A contract marriage," he said simply. "You get protection. I get revenge." Together, they plotted to dismantle the very family that had humiliated her. With each calculated move, Estella reclaimed pieces of herself she thought lost forever. But revenge is a dangerous game. As their plan unfolded and tragedy struck, Estella discovered that survival meant more than settling scores—it meant learning to wield her pain as power. The quietest heart, after all, often hides the most dangerous storm.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.