Open Legs

18+ reverse harem novel “I want an open marriage.” It felt like time had slowed as his words echoed in my head. I had just woken up, my brain was still trying to process why I had married him in the first place and now I was hit with… this. “What?” I questioned groggily, wondering if I heard him wrong. “It's 6 am in the morning, Rowan. Today isn't April 1st, is it??” I asked, pushing the blanket off me. “You heard me, Elara. I have thought about it a lot and I've decided that I now want an open marriage.” He said like he was making an announcement and I stared at him in confusion. “We've been married for just six months, Rowan. I… I've given you everything I've ever had. I've done nothing but love you and be a good wife to you. Why would you suddenly want an open marriage? Does it even make sense? We're mates. What kind of mate wants a fucking open marriage? You know what cheating does to your partner’s wolf.” I asked in despair, and he simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Elara's mate had turned their marriage into a play thing. But just when she's about to move on like it never happen, she meets the Lycan twins who were her dad's best friend. They treat her like a queen and give her unimaginable pleasure. He wanted an open marriage? Fine.

"I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect positions to put you in. My eyes don’t stop me from taking you until your legs give out. Open wide for me, wifey." Enzo Salvatore DeLuca, the ruthless billionaire mafia don, was untouchable—until the accident that stole his sight. Now, with time running out, he needs an heir to secure his legacy, and Rain is forced to take her stepsister's place as his bride. Rain always dreamed of a Christmas wedding with the perfect husband, but marrying a blind stranger wasn’t in her fantasies. How could a man who couldn’t see fulfill her wildest desires? He’d need help with everything, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d live up to the man she’d always fantasized about. What she doesn’t know is that he sees every move she makes, from the constant bite of her lips whenever he talks, to the way she walks around naked in the room, thinking he wouldn’t see her anyway, down to the way she watches him with longing whenever he’s changing. What he lacks in sight, he makes up for in raw intensity, dominance, and an ability to give her everything she never dared to ask for. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do gentle. But with Rain, he might just find more than the healing he never thought possible, and the revenge he had been seeking. "If you ask me, the only reason I need eyes is to see your eyes rolling back when I fuck you. But for now, baby girl, I want to hear it. Let me hear you moan for me.”

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals... His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth... The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it... 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

“Tell me you hate me, Victoria,” his voice rasped as his hands slid beneath my skirt, “and I’ll stop.” But my moan betrayed me before my words even could but I still couldn’t let him win. “I hate you,” I whispered, even as my nails dug into his shoulders. He only smirked, dragging me against his hard length pressing into my belly. “Then hate me with your legs open, sweetheart. Because you’ll never hate me enough to stop wanting me.”Prosecutor Victoria Harper hasn’t felt wanted in months. Her fiancé, a rising politician, parades her like a trophy for his campaign but behind closed doors, he starves her of affection and feeds her bruises instead. Then a cruel twist of fate changes everything: she’s pregnant. And the father isn’t her fiancé. It’s Christian Malcolm, her high school bully turned ruthless mafia heir, the very man she’s been building a case to destroy. He’s dangerous. Possessive. Addicted to claiming her and the child growing inside her. And no matter how much she hates him, no matter how fiercely she vows to take him down, her body betrays her with every forbidden glance, every stolen touch. Now Victoria is caught between justice and desire; between the oath she swore to uphold and the man whose kiss sets her on fire. But what happens when the enemy she’s sworn to ruin is the only one who makes her feel alive? ⚠️ Content Warnings: Contains themes of abuse, coercion, emotional manipulation, dark romance, and mature sexual tension. Recommended for readers 18+.

"Whatever you’re to say, say it five feet away! Don’t come near me!" she stammered. "Says the same girl that was hugging me in the hospital like her life depended on me?" In a quick action, he drew her nearer. Her hand placed hard on his chest, trying to steady herself from slipping. "And you’re doing the same now." She tried to struggle, but who was she kidding? When it comes to him, she is powerless, already having lost control of him. Drawn even closer, she sat unexpectedly on his lap, her bare legs coming into full display. "You are a true seducer. My seducer," he smiled darkly, drawing his face to hers as if knowing what was to come. She made to run away, but unfortunately, she flopped. He dragged her back with force, engaging her in a rough kiss. Her breath hitched; her pulse quickened its breath and her eyes widened in shock. "Been so long," Michael moaned. Even though she didn't open up to him, he still forced his way through. Diana, instead of rushing out, became still. Neither was she kissing back nor opposing. He frowned, drawing away from the kiss. Her lips were swallowed and reddish. "Diana?" Her trembling hands were what gave him his answer. “Diana, what happened?” Fear took hold as Michael shook her, trying to pull her back to reality. Instead, it only grew worse; her entire body began to recoil in that same fearful manner. “Please stop... Don’t hurt me!” Author’s Note: ️ This novel explores dark themes such as trauma, betrayal, and emotional abuse. Some scenes may be distressing to sensitive readers.

I should be dead, my fiance proved that to me after he stabbed me on our engagement day, pregnant, I bled and almost lost consciousness but fate gave me another chance in the arms of four gorgeous hockey brothers.. "On all fours, Reese," they command sharply, I drop to the ground and spread my legs wide open for their eyes to feed, my folds already wet and ready for them. Knox, Finn, Nolan, and Cole— the four hockey brothers—surround me in the locker room. Knox is the captain. He grabs my hips and slides his thick cock deep into my pussy. It stretches me wide and hits a deep spot in and I moan loud. Finn is the enforcer. He rubs lube on his big knot and pushes it into my ass as It pops in and fills me up tight. I gasp as he starts thrusting hard. Nolan is the playmaker. He kneels in front of me and shoves his long cock into my mouth. I suck it deep, tasting his pre-cum as he fucks my throat fast. Cole is the goalie. He lies under me and licks my clit with his hot tongue. He sucks it hard while his fingers rub my wet folds. They fuck me all at once. Knox pounds my pussy. Finn rams my ass. Nolan fills my mouth with cum. Cole makes me squirt on his face. Their knots all swell inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy and ass. I cum so hard I convulse and scream. Now I am their Luna. They hunt me every night and fuck me raw. In the locker room, on the ice rinks, anywhere. They knot me, fill me with their hot cum, and share me forever. Warning: Heavy on mature contents

🔥 Dark Sex Confessions 🔥 A sinful collection of taboo, dominant, and dangerously hot stories. Warning: 18+ only. --- “Is this what you wore to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers trailing up my inner thigh beneath the flimsy excuse of a skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into my office dressed like that.” I bit my lip, heart racing. “Maybe I just needed some... extra attention.” His chuckle was dark. Dangerous. Desperate. He pushed everything off his desk with one sweep, pulling me forward so my legs dangled open in front of him. “You’re about to learn your most important lesson,” he said, sinking to his knees between my thighs. “How to beg properly.” His mouth met my soaked panties, tongue pressing through the thin fabric until I gasped, arching against his face. He groaned like a man starved, ripping them aside and licking into me with a hunger that made me cry out. “God, you’re so wet for your professor,” he growled between licks. “Dripping for the man grading your papers.” My fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue lashing me like punishment and reward all at once. My thighs shook, heat building fast and deep. “Come for me, right here, right now,” he ordered. “And then I’m bending you over this desk and fucking every A+ out of that tight little body.” And I did. Exploding on his tongue, moaning his name like a filthy prayer— Knowing this was just the beginning of the most sinful semester of my life.

He’s an omega forced to live as an alpha. His new bodyguard is the one man who sees through the lie. When heat and duty collide, desire becomes dangerous. "I hate that fucking bastard, always judging nothing more.” He kicked the rock into the flowing stream but still, Zeil’s legs trembled every time their eyes met, and his wolf was willing to submit.

“Hands on the bed Tessa” Killian growled behind his voice rough and unsteady. My eyes widened as he pulls my legs apart and comes in between them and wraps the belt tightly against my neck choking out my breath from me But you’re my stepbrother I choked against his hold. Little slutty girls like you deserved to fucked.