Playing Dirty Novels & Stories

⚠️ Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning. This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Dirty Family Secrets presents a collection of raw, uninhibited short stories where hidden desires within families erupt into reality. Behind closed doors, forbidden fantasies unravel, tensions snap, and boundaries dissolve in moments of intense pleasure. Relatives with unspoken attractions collide. Past promises are broken under the weight of longing. Connections once thought untouchable ignite with reckless abandon. These tales are quick, sultry, and unapologetically provocative, embracing the chaos of taboo desires. Discover women who boldly claim what they crave, men who satisfy their lust without hesitation, and nights that blur into mornings without regret. This isn’t a subtle tease—it’s a torrent of heat, intimacy, and the irresistible pull of forbidden passion that consumes without restraint. Enjoy reading..

"That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s thick cock like the good slut you are,” My husband's father growls, pounding inside my pussy while my husband thrusting into my ass with brutal force. “Yes... Fuck her, Daddy... Wreck that greedy cunt.” I’m trembling, impossibly full, their cocks grinding against each other inside me, stretching me to the breaking point, every thrust sending electric shocks straight to my clit. “Beg for it,” his father snarls, his fist tightening in my hair until tears prick my eyes. “Beg your husband and your Daddy to breed this slutty holes. Tell us exactly how bad you need our hot cum leaking out of both your wrecked openings for days.” **** These aren't your typical dirty daddy stories—these filthy fantasies shatter boundaries, ignite hidden kinks you didn't know you had, and leave you dripping for more. One taste, and you'll be begging for Daddy's cock all over again.

Passionate hatred can bring great meaning into an empty life. While trying to get her life back on track as a bartender after being released from prison, Samantha Logan is saddled with the responsibility of her father's irresponsibility. She must take the fall for his actions if she wants him to live.. They say the sins of the father shall be bestowed upon the children.. She got sold to a ruthless and cold blooded Mafia boss who doesn't think twice before killing anyone and became his play thing and would do anything and everything to stay alive...

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my asshole stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty dick late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and I take him in stupid and bare, as he informs me I’m his breeding bitch now, and how he’s gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. ~Yesss~ This is a steamy story but of course it contains sweet love and shows how life could be hot complicated but lovely as well. XD

In the third year of my relationship with Dante Santoro, heir to the Santoro family fortune, I got pregnant. The night before the Don's birthday banquet, he finally brought me home as his girlfriend. Giulia Costa, the housekeeper's daughter, smiled sweetly and asked about my food allergies. I mentioned I was allergic to truffles. In the end, every dish at dinner was loaded with truffles. I swallowed my irritation and grabbed a slice of cake that looked safe. Two bites in, I heard her laugh. "I got creative and mixed truffle powder into the frosting. How is it?" Before I could answer, my throat closed up and I could not breathe. Giulia gasped and covered her mouth. "Ms. Leone, your skin is turning purple! Do you have some kind of contagious disease?" Everyone watched as I was carried out like trash. The moment my allergic reaction cleared up, Giulia insisted on helping me pack. I told her multiple times not to touch my ring. In the few minutes I spent in the bathroom, she "accidentally" knocked it down the drain. That was the wedding ring Dante gave me. I lost my temper and confronted her, but Dante just laughed it off. "She's jealous of your pretty ring. Don't be so petty." That night, Giulia brought sleep-aid drinks to my room as an apology. Dante convinced me to accept her peace offering. I drank a few cups and felt drowsy almost immediately. When Giulia walked me back to my room, I told her to lock the door behind her. Ten minutes later, a group of men shoved their way inside and beat my stomach until I miscarried. The baby was gone. Giulia's eyes filled with tears as she claimed she never saw anyone enter. She said I never wanted the Santoro family to have an heir and had orchestrated my own abortion. Dante went white with rage and ordered his men to dump me in the ocean. When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before the banquet.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * * This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.

The minute the scent of her arousal hit him, Cullen felt his wolf surge like nothing he'd ever experienced. No battle or woman before now had ever summoned his spirit like this. He wanted her and there was nothing else in the world right at that moment. Just this enigmatic female standing proudly in front of him, challenging him, and drawing him in. He still couldn't place her scent. It wasn't lycan, was it? But it wasn't completely human either. Could he even be drawn like this to something that was neither human or lycan? Was she fey? Maybe a druid? But he thought he knew those scents as well. Cullen felt his wolf taking too much control. He forced himself to pull his hand away from her and step back. It wasn't until he wrenched himself back into the moment that he realized his eyes had shifted. She was just standing there staring. He could smell her arousal, hear her breathing, he could almost feel her heart beat thudding in time with his own. When he felt the stirring in his pants he knew that things had gone way too far. His brain was screaming, You don't even know what she is! But his heart, soul, and wolf were insisting, Take her. **** This book also contains a compilation of steamy and erotic werewolf stories that you will love. You can be sure of getting the best collection of werewolf erotica here.

️ ⚠️ Warning: This is not just a sweet fake dating romance, it contains extremely grey characters that’ll have you questioning your sanity and wanting more, strong languages/actions not suitable for minors. “You’re not going to turn me on and leave me fvckn hanging, Kade.” F*ck. I’ve never really fancied dominant women, but that fire blazing in her eyes flips something inside me. For tonight, I want to be her toy. Her s*x doll. Her slick, hot p*ssy presses directly against the hard bulge in my jeans as she settles on top of me. “Sora…” My hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in as she rocks harder, coating the front of my pants with her aro*s*l. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to fcvk me?” she breathes against my mouth... “Since the garden, watching you flex your back and biceps as we walked was pure torture.” “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but after tonight we’ll put an end to it.” —————————————————————————— Sora believed that if she stayed loyal long enough, she would finally be enough for Cameron. But a year later, he’s still hopelessly in love with Daisy McQueen—the girl who made Sora’s high school years a living hell. When Sora exposes Daisy’s cheating on the night of Cameron’s proposal, she expects the truth to set him free. Instead, she’s painted as the jealous, bitter girl trying to ruin his happiness.To save her pride, she claims she has a boyfriend—and Kade Black is the only man close enough to make the lie stick. Although cold, arrogant, and completely off-limits, Kade surprisingly agrees to fake date her.

~ ALISTAIR ~ I hate him. There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends. I don’t like men. Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time. But the worst part? I want him. And he knows it. Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules. I was never supposed to want him. And yet, here I am… falling. __ ~ CALVIN ~ I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him. Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’. He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute. But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.