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She was never meant to see him kill. Now, she’s his prisoner. When Claire stumbled into the wrong mansion on a stormy night, she thought she was running from danger—until she met Damien Voss, the man everyone calls the Alpha. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He rules a world built on secrets, loyalty, and blood. And now, Claire is part of it. But Damien doesn’t just want obedience. He wants her—mind, body, and soul. What begins as captivity turns into something far more dangerous: desire. Because in his arms, pleasure and punishment blur, and every secret she uncovers drags her deeper into his darkness. Between betrayal, bloodlines, and forbidden heat, Claire must decide if the monster who took her captive is her enemy… or the only man who can set her free. A dark, addictive, and emotionally charged romance. Contains explicit sexual scenes, mature themes, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion is advised.

Isla Quinn came to Southridge Hospital seeking a fresh start after the death of her brother, leaving her partner and past behind. Only to discover a world rich with hidden wonders. A feverish child begins to glow from within, while her brother speaks of fire that burns in unique ways. Isla is drawn into this extraordinary reality, which she never could have imagined existed. Kael Draven has long protected his sister’s secret, buried beneath ash and silence. But Ember is changing, shifting, with the eyes of a rival clan upon them. Isla’s presence is both unexpected and grounding; her knowing gaze offers strength and vulnerability intertwining in beautiful dance. But she’s human. She’s vulnerable. And she’s already part of the storm. As ancient powers awaken and challenges arise, Isla and Kael must forge a fragile alliance built on trust, shared grief, and the heat that flickers between them. Ember is the key. But some keys unlock more than doors—they ignite destinies.

Syria has always obeyed. Not because she wanted to but because disobedience meant punishment. Or worse, death for the only person she still loves. Controlled by her uncle, silenced by fear, she's spent her life surviving. But on the day of her cousin’s wedding, something inside her finally snaps. Dressed like a bride, paraded like property, she was meant to smile and stay quiet. Instead, she picks up a brush and paints a nightmare, exposing the truth in front of the entire pack. It was supposed to be her rebellion. Her first and final act of defiance before disappearing forever. Then he sees her. An Alpha, cold, powerful, and dangerous, drawn to the fire. And for the first time in her life, Syria chooses something for herself. Something reckless. She asks for one night with him. One night to feel free, to feel like she belongs to no one but herself. But freedom comes with a price. Now they’re bound by more than just heat and instinct. And Syria realizes it was too late…

***MATURE CONTENT**** A Collection of Forbidden, Rough & Relentless Erotica This isn’t soft, this isn’t sweet, this is raw, merciless fantasies written to make your pulse race and your body ache for more. Raw Desires brings you 50 full-length taboo stories, each crafted to drag you deep into a world of submission, power and raw lust. From office punishments and step-family secrets, to public fucks, gangbangs and relentless domination, these stories don’t hold back. You’ll find innocent girls ruined, sluts shared by many men, dirty roleplay scenarios and even a taste of male-on-male heat and bisexual threesomes. Each story is explicit, graphic and unapologetically filthy, written with sharp detail that lets you see, hear and feel every thrust, slap and moan. Whether it’s being pinned down in a dark alley, spit-roasted by strangers or punished until begging for more, this collection is designed to push your imagination to its limit. If you crave erotica that’s raw, rough and unfiltered, this is your book.

After a one night stand, I opened my eyes and found a naked handsome man lying next to me. He was the last Lycan. According to the rumors, the last Lycan went crazy every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf. Every pack sent virgins to sacrifice to the last Lycan, and I was the chosen one. Before he woke up, I escaped quietly. But it's strange how my wolf became more powerful! Could sex with a Lycan make me stronger?! --- The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..." If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell. --- When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

I balled my hands into fists and chunked my shoe at him. A little drastic, but called for in the heat of the moment. Madden chuckled and lunged for me, tossing me over his shoulder. My body blazed like an inferno from the feeling of his fingers against my bare thighs. Every innocent touch he'd given me over the years meant nothing, because the rough skin of his palm soared me over into oblivion. I felt so undone I didn't realize he'd walked us all the way into my room until he tossed me face first onto my bed. Before I could defend myself, I felt his palm come down sharply on my butt cheek. A gasp broke from me, and my fingers tightened into the covers. Heat swarmed my cheeks and nerves skated down to the throbbing juncture between my thighs.

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

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.

Book three of The Moon & Sun Series “You’ll see soon enough what I have in store for you Feilan. You’ll be more than Alpha and Queen. We’ll rule it all as Gods.” His words made my blood run cold, his need for me becoming clear and making sense in a twisted sort of way. The obsession and the possessiveness in the words terrified me. I didn’t stand a chance against him. How could I possibly fight against a direct descendant of Fenrir himself? The long and short of it was that I couldn’t, at least not alone. It would take all of us, my mates and I. My Alpha, and my dragon King and Prince’s. I was both Queen and Alpha and together, we just might stand a chance against this incredibly daunting threat. The only problem was, how do you prepare for an enemy you can’t track or see coming? It was time to ask the Moon and Sun to bless and help us. We’d need the blessings of the Gods to beat a son of Fenrir.

ARYAN "Uh, now that I can't do." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife. Wife. I cringed at that word. I would'nt dare deny that she was attractive. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark black sex hair and a heart dropping smile. MEERA "Arranged marriages are so sick. How can you get married to a guy you have never me before? For all I know he could look like a military horse." I snickered at my thoughts.