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“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

Oh yeah! Oh Brandon!" Alex screams as I suck her clit into my mouth and gently tap it with my tongue. Sliding a finger into her pussy, I piston it in and out while I devour her clit with my mouth. Alex is rocking all over the couch now, moaning and crying words of encouragement. "Oh! Oh! Just like that! Oh yeah! Oh Fuck!" she pants, as she grabs my hair and humps her pussy against my face. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a filthy, no-limits collection of taboo erotic. Step siblings, step-daddies, group play, rough dominance, lesbian heat, orgies, and kinks that would make the devil blush. If that scares you… keep scrolling. Still here? Good. You’re exactly who this is for. This isn’t romance with a side of spice. This is pure, addictive, taboo sex—short, interconnected stories that keep getting darker, wetter, and more forbidden. This story pushes limits, shatters morals, and explores the kind of desire people pretend they don’t fantasize about. The first hit is free. The rest will cost you coins—and maybe your morals. If you’re ready for sin without apology… enter.

While Alpha Leon danced with his assistant on the dance floor, I sipped wine with clients. To avoid offending anyone, I let his intoxicated self brush his cold hand against my thigh. Still, Leon never glanced at me. His attention was entirely on helping the assistant brush stray hair from her forehead, softly asking if she was hungry. When the banquet ended, the assistant complained of boredom, and Leon immediately whisked her away, leaving me behind for the next round of festivities. “The young shewolf’s been busy with work lately. I’m just taking her to relax. “You don’t like bars, so don’t follow us. “Also, I won’t be back tonight. We’ll postpone tomorrow’s marking to another day.” We’d been together for five years. Although he gave me the title of Luna, he never marked me. This was the ninety-ninth time Leon Gray had unilaterally canceled marking me. So, I nodded. Since he was always busy, perhaps this marking was unnecessary.

As I emerged from the bathroom, I felt someone collide with my shoulder. I quickly turned, ready to apologize, when my eyes locked onto the most stunning man I had ever seen. He was tall, with chiseled features and a captivating style. His eyes were a piercing grey, and his hair was a shock of dark brown waves. I felt my cheeks flush as he looked down at me, his lips curling into a smirk. I swallowed, trying to find my voice, but all I could manage was a breathless 'oh'. ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ Amelia's perfect life comes crashing down when her boyfriend dumps her. Alone and heartbroken, she turns to her best friend Cara for support, only to find that Cara's not the friend she thought she was. With a mix of spiked drink, clubbing… the outcome isn’t so good. When Amelia wakes up the next morning, she's terrified to discover that she's had a one-night stand with a stranger. But the real terror begins when she realizes she's pregnant, and the stranger is nowhere to be found.

"I said I'm not staying" "Take one step towards that door" He said, setting the pan down, pivoting slowly, and leaning against the counter, "and I'll cuff you to the dining table" • When a sassy college student, Lumi, is forced to become a personal assistant to her brother’s best friend and notorious billionaire, Zorin Lane, who has been obsessed with her from when they were kids, she’s unaware his protective interest has taken a dark turn into obsession. Tasked with protecting her from hidden enemies, Zorin’s obsession spirals into stalking and Lumi is the only one who doesn’t know he’s both her protector and the predator. * (Main Characters Zorin Lane 26 years old Billionaire CEO and also a Mafia Don, dangerously handsome with dark hair and a striking blue eyes. And a body inked with different tattoos ranging from skulls to spiders, and a silver piercing on his brow, another on his lower lip. His childhood vow to protect Lumi turns into a dark obsession and he readily kills anyone who as much as sets eyes on Lumi. His obsession with her leads to underlying stalking.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

His tie hung loose, his eyes darker than sin. The scent of whiskey lingered on his breath as he leaned closer. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, the words brushing against my skin like a dare. “You’re drunk,” I said, staring into those grey eyes as my heartbeat filled the silence. He smiled faintly, his gaze trailing from my hair until it fell on my lips. “Drunk,” he whispered, his thumb grazing my mouth as if testing how soft it was, “but not blind. You want this as much as I do.” ----- After her husband’s mysterious death, Mara Lawson becomes the center of a scandal threatening to destroy the powerful Lawson empire. Elias Lawson, her late husband’s twin, is everything she should resist—dangerous, magnetic, and forbidden. David Hale, her ex-lover, the man who walked away once and now wants forgiveness… and another chance. Between the man who broke her and the one who could ruin her, Mara is caught in a web of passion, guilt, and secrets that could shatter them all. Because in the Lawson world, love is never pure—it’s just another sin waiting to be punished.

Alpha Syd is a side-story of Scars. “I was reborn the heartless demon wolf, Syd Vicious. I became a nightmare, an urban legend, folklore, a monster.” The only daughter of the fallen White Ridge Pack’s Beta, Sydney Eld, was forever changed on the “Night of Raids.” Losing the last of her family and fighting against her own pack. Her natural wiry flame-red hair and amber eyes leave others shaken with fear. It’s no wonder the goddess has chosen Sydney to take over as Alpha since she has proven again and again to fight for what is right and will not let anyone stand in her way. She is not without opposition, as pack elders are not thrilled with the prospect of a female Alpha. She also has to fight off a group of rogues led by a Rogue Alpha hell-bent on seeing the White Ridge Pack burnt to the ground. Sydney’s only light and hope are her Lumiere (a term for male Luna), Silas Youngblood. He is the third son of the Amaris Pack's Beta and her destined mates. Can Silas pull Syd out of her dark path? Can she learn to trust again? Can this fated mated pair rise above to bring prosperity back to their pack?

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

I bet you’ve heard the story about the secretary falling head over heels for her boss; that’s me, but what happens when you have unforgettable with someone without knowing he is your boss? That’s me; I got invited to a party that ended up being a birthday party with a dungeon theme, weird, I know, tell me about it, but I finally let my hair down and enjoyed exploring my sexuality with the most intense men I have ever met. My boss, Richard Ashford, Mr. Billionaire CEO himself, he is intense, dominating, cocky, and arrogant, but he makes me feel like the most important woman in the world. Behind closed doors, he is the most fantastic lover. I wish the world could see him the same way I do. I am not ready for dating after everything I have been through. But he is. He wants to show Manhattan’s elite that I am his, but I don’t want to be in the spotlight. I like being anonymous. His life is covered by every newspaper and magazine. That’s what happens when you own most of New York’s media companies.