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SOMNOPHILIA. BREATH PLAY. FORCED 0RGASMS. CNC. RULES FOR SUB -𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥) What...! I close the folder and flip it over I'm really doing this? Me? I thought subs are slim? Maybe a tiny bit thick not a hundred and two kg woman! I've never been a small woman. My body announced me before I could and I've been told all my life to shrink it. But Banks looks at me like small isn't among the things he crave. So here I am, signing a contract to be worshipped by him while keeping a different identity for my escape. BANKS WELLINGTON : I heard her voice before seeing her, and knew I wanted her. Until I touched her, I've never felt a body so soft and mouth so ruthless

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.

FOR ADULTS ONLY +21. Some sins cannot be forgiven. Some pleasures are worth the fall. She believed she has found a mentor, a guiding light. But beneath his holy robes hides a man battling the darkest of desires—a hunger that cannot be sanctified, a craving that defies all vows. As he molds and fuc**ks her, shaping her body and mind into his personal altar of pleasure, Diana finds herself surrendering, consumed by a lust & passion that feels more divine than any prayer. As their desires spiral into a tangled web of secrecy and obsession, the line between devotion and damnation begins to blur. When the truth threatens to unravel, will Diana break free from his unholy grasp, or will she embrace the darkness, lost forever to the cravings he has awakened within her? *********** Excerpts.... It was really quite fun to suck and wank the cock like this, Diana thought cheerfully. It was a bit of a physical test. She could feel the well-toned muscles in her neck and arms working, her jaw straining to stay open so wide. Her father's cock tasted nicer than the priest's had, maybe bigger ones tastes better? ***** NB: This book contains other erotic tales which includes everything from horny nuns to husbands, lying priests to dirty fathers and stepfathers, professors to stepbrothers, threesomes with strangers to family orgies, and even dirty priests. These stories feature all the lusty, explicit action you could ever hope for... Enjoy

“I would do anything to keep you, I swear Rodri” The obsession of a lover can't be undermined, but Rodri wants to run, far away from Damian's reach. A lonesome night made Damian Moore,the heir of the US minister crave a young blood, and Rodri seems to be his match, with Rodri mother on the sick bed and his secret fantasy to be ruthlessly claimed by a man. He agreed to Damian terms for the night, In exchange for some cool cash… Damian was his answer, but will just a night of forbidden desire and pleasure be enough for both? Or will the crazy, overwhelming love making they had, build the growth of a possessive, and obsessive love?.

Kiara's perfect life shatters when she wakes up in a hotel room, stark naked with two strange men beside her. Before she could even try to understand what had happened to her, she's rejected, disowned, and betrayed in a twinkle of an eye. Left for dead, Kiara must rebuild her life, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. But fate has a funny way of playing games. When their paths cross again six years later, sparks still fly, and secrets unravel. Will either of them succumb to the flames of the past especially with a new thread tying them together?

“Look at you, Lena. You’ve let yourself go! I can’t even get hard seeing you naked anymore. I am a man with needs! What do you expect? That I fuck the wall?!” --- Lena's marriage was once a fairytale… Until she became the part he no longer wanted. Lena gave her husband everything—her love, her loyalty, her body. But when her weight began to change, so did the man who once loved her and called her beautiful. Soon, she became a woman begging for scraps of affection from a man who could barely stand the sight of her. Still… she stayed. Still… she believed she could earn his love back. Until the past came knocking. “You said yes. That means you’re mine, Lena". She laughed it off at first—because how could she take him seriously? It was a childish promise years ago. Besides she's a married woman now. It's forbidden! But he isn’t joking. And unlike her husband… He looks at her like she’s everything. Dangerously obsessed. Unapologetically possessive. Completely unwilling to let her go.

"Meet my older son, Dino." I can hardly believe my eyes. My mother’s new fiancé is a billionaire Mr. Alessandro. But it’s his son, Dino, who makes my stomach twist. Dino Alessandro, my worst high school nightmare. The boy who made every day a living hell, who left me with a scar that serves as a constant reminder of everything I endured. Now, he’s going to be my stepbrother. But Dino is different now. Gone is the reckless teenager, replaced by a charming, arrogant man who acts as if our past never happened. He seems intent on winning me over, pushing boundaries and testing limits, as if he can erase the hurt with a single smile. But I haven’t forgotten the scar he left on me. I swore to hate him forever. So why can’t I ignore the way my heart races whenever he’s near? When love and hate collide, will my past wounds finally heal, or will he scar me all over again?

TW: Adult content… For five years, Leah was the perfect Luna. She was loyal, patient, and willing to endure anything for her husband. Even the endless fertility treatments that made her gain weight, and sacrificing all of her inheritance for him. Until the night he brought home his true mate. But Leah is done with him, especially after finding out that she was poisoned for several years by her mother in law so she couldn’t get pregnant. When she walks away, she doesn’t just leave her past behind. She falls into a contract with the ruthless Lycan King with only one agenda in mind, to destroy her enemies. Alpha Dante is the merciless lycan alpha and for some reason, he wants her. A contract. A marriage. An offer she can’t refuse. Now, she has one chance to reclaim her strength, unlock the secrets of her bloodline, and destroy the ones who tried to break her. They wanted her weak. They should have killed her instead.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

I was the girl no one noticed. Until I opened File Case No. 0001. Azrael Atlas St. Claire. They call him “The Architect.” A ghost. A cold-blooded killer. A man so dangerous the FBI can’t touch. His death would shatter the economy. Rival syndicates would burn the city to kill him. He has no weakness. Then he found me. He appeared in my archive and vanished without a trace. The next morning, gifts started appearing on my nightstand. First, a bullet coated in dried blood. Second, ten fingers belonging to the man who touched me. He watched. Followed. Stalked my every move. Then one night, he came through my window. He took what he wanted while I floated in haze. I woke up sore, terrified…and craving for more—needing for more. The FBI saw a fracture in me, and decided to weaponize it. They wired me. Made me their spy with a promised I’d be safe if I helped them cage the monster. Yet, at the first sign of blood, they ran. Leaved me in chaos. He stayed. Now, I lived in his world. My mother thinks the lawyer at her table is a kind stranger. She didn’t feel his hand between my thighs underneath. She doesn’t know he’s been sculpting my life for years, long before we ever met. The FBI wants me to betray him. His enemies want me dead for revenge. But the monster who stole my life? He’s the only one who ever truly saw me. And I’m starting to wonder if that makes me just as dangerous as him. They say there’s a line between the victim and the villain. I don’t think I’m on the right side anymore.