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I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

"Do not run, my female. Face my fire. I promise it won't burn you but bring pleasure of... all kinds." He whispers hoarsely his pink tongue sensually caressing his moist plump lower lip, he is hungry for my flesh for my body. "Please let me go." I plead with him a faint whine leaving my lips. He shakes his head in denial a wicked devil's grin on his face. "If you run, I will take it that you want me to hunt you. If I find you after, I will gobble you up." He speaks with a deep aroused growl his eyes keenly studying my ample heaving breasts and my exposed trembling thighs. "Have mercy." I whimper knowing I will be mercilessly eaten by him. "Come here, mate." His tone is innocent as if he promises he wouldn't do anything to me. But I recognise the beast that lurks beneath in disguise just waiting to pounce on his prey and devour it. Deimos opens his arms wide taking a big step forward to capture me and that is all it takes for me to ignore his sinful warning and run. ~~~ Being born an Alpha female came with its own struggles but being mated to a God, the Alpha of Alphas tore me apart to pieces and shoved me into a neverending cycle of pain, betrayal and heartbreak. He wouldn't love me for his soul held a coldness that no heat could melt, his heart unfeeling and empty. He did not understand the true meaning of love or mates and he ruthlessly shattered me with his heartless words and actions yet the cruel beast never let me go for I belonged to him and him alone till death parted us and he made sure I understood that.

For ten long years, Gloria put up with Victor' Anderson's cold heart, his cheating, and the shame of being a wife he didn't want anymore all to protect their daughter, Annabel. Then one day, she snapped. “I want a divorce,” she said. Victor laughed at her, like a cruel joke. To him, Gloria was nothing without his name, his money, his control. Her family depended on him for survival. She came from poor roots and would go back to nothing. “You'll come crawling back,” he said with a mean smile. “You always do.” But this time, she didn't. With no money, no job skills, and a child to care for, Gloria left her fancy life for a hard, unknown world. She promised to start over, no matter how tough it got. The real world was dark and cruel. Jobs turned her away. Money ran out. Bills piled up. Fear for Annabel's future choked her like a tight grip. In her desperation, she went to the one man she knew was dangerous Lukas Anderson. Victor's younger stepbrother. He was a rich boss, a famous womanizer, a man who broke hearts as easy as he signed deals. For years, he had wanted Gloria, staring at her body, dreaming of her in secret ways. Helping her was simple. Owning her? Even better. “You need money. I need you,” he whispered, his voice low and tempting, his hands brushing her skin. “Work for me… and I'll give you what your husband never did. Safety. Power. And pleasure you can't imagine.” Now Gloria is stuck between two bad men: the husband who broke her… and the stepbrother who wants to take her body and soul in a storm of dark, hungry sex.

‎FBI profiler Sara Mitchell doesn't believe in monsters. ‎Until one attacks her. ‎Bleeding and dying in a dark forest, Sara is saved by a massive black wolf with glowing eyes. The wolf shifts into a gorgeous naked man named Roman Volkov. The Alpha of Thornridge Pack. Powerful. Ruthless. Haunted by the death of his fated mate three years ago. Their laws are absolute, one mate per lifetime, no exceptions, no second chances. Until Sara. The mate bond hits him at the chest instant, violent, impossible to ignore. His wolf doesn't care about laws. It wants her. It claims her. And it will burn everything down before it lets her go. But Sara has bigger problems than a werewolf who looks at her like she's the answer to a prayer he stopped saying. The monster hunting her isn't random. It's Marcus Webb her former partner, the man she thought died two years ago. He transformed into something ancient and hungry and obsessed, and he wants Sara to become exactly what he is. His hunting partner. His weapon. Trapped between a mate bond pulling her toward the most dangerous man she's ever met and a creature wearing her dead partner's face, Sara faces the choice that will define everything. Run back to the human life that was already half a lie. Or fight for the supernatural world that might be her only real home. Roman's pack doesn't want her. The supernatural world wants her dead. And the mate bond grows stronger every day whether she accepts or not. Some bonds are written in fate, others are forged in blood, fire, and the kind of choice that costs everything. Sara Mitchell is about to find out what she's truly made of. The answer will change both their worlds forever.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.” I yank on his clothes and pull him closer, “Always so hungry for my cock,” he groans, His eyes are on me as he pushes into me, and I whimper impatiently. He’s taking his sweet time filling me up, loving how he’s driving me crazy. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking my cock like that.” He pulls back almost all the way and then slams into me, finally giving me what I want. I moan in delight and Alexander buries his hand in my hair, pulling me closer. He kisses me roughly, and I lose myself in him. “Tell me how you want it, baby. I want you to come for me,” he says, his lips lingering on mine. “Just like this,” I tell him. “More.” ___________________ In a desperate bid to save her mother's life, Elena finds herself at a crossroads she never imagined. Stepping into the dimly lit embrace of a gentlemen's club, she prepares to make a sacrifice she never thought she would have to make. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, as she comes face to face with a man she never expected to encounter in such a place - Alexander Kennedy. What starts as a chance encounter quickly spirals into a proposition that turns Elena's world upside down. Instead of selling her body, Alexander offers her a marriage of convenience. A deal that promises to save her mother's life, but at a cost she never anticipated. For hidden beneath his charming facade lies a web of revenge, and Elena becomes a pawn in his dangerous game. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Elena is left with an impossible choice. Does she embrace the devil she knows, Alexander, and risk losing herself in his twisted plans?

“Daddy, please don't stop..." I begged, aching for one more thick finger stretching my dripping pussy. ** There are two mistakes a girl should never make. One: comparing your daddy’s best friend’s cock to your boyfriend’s. Two: actually fucking him. I did something worse. Daddy told me to email my résumé to his best friend because I’d been jobless for months. Drunk and reckless at 2 a.m., I sent Troy Reynolds something else instead—high-definition nudes of me spreading my soaked pussy, my tits squeezed together, tongue out, and begging for his cum. I knew it was wrong. I’d wanted him since I was seventeen. But the universe handed me the match… and Troy lit the fire. He never forgets. Now he wants me. He wants me dripping with his cum, claimed, ruined, and marked with his name on every inch of my skin. He wants me crawling to him on my knees. He fucked me. Then he hired me—not as his intern, but as his personal slut. His eager whore. His favorite fucktoy and willing little plaything. And every time he buries himself deep inside me, he makes me moan the one word that seals my fate. “Daddy.” This is a box—a wicked little treasure chest overflowing with daddy kinks. K-I-N-K-S that twist and tease in the darkest corners of desire. Inside, you’ll find forbidden daddy taboo stories dripping with raw power and aching submission, where boundaries dissolve and hungry hands claim what’s theirs. This book is not suitable for all readers. It contains highly explicit scenes—100% raw sin and sex with zero plot to hide behind. Keep your tissues close… you’re going to need them. .

Hunter’s thumb traces my lower lip, his molten golden eyes burning into mine. He growls roughly. “Do you want all three of us to fuck you tonight, little mate?” I stare up at them, my cheeks burn with embarrassment as fresh slick floods my pussy. Desire burns so hot I can barely think straight. I’m so wet it’s shameful. I feel like such a naughty, desperate girl. “…Yes. Please… Alphas.” All three of them let out deep growls, their eyes flashing gold. “Good little mate,” Zane rasps. “Then we’re going to ruin every tight little hole until you’re screaming our names and dripping with our cum.” Seth yanks my t-shirt up roughly, exposing my bare tits to their hungry gazes. **** Two years ago, when Dad got stripped of his Alpha title for breaking pack law, we were exiled to a crappy apartment on the wrong side of town. I thought my life sucked before, but this was a whole new level of hell. At academy, I'm the girl everyone avoids. Bad luck follows me everywhere, or so they think. Perfect target for bullies, especially my stepsister Cessy. She's everything I'm not — head cheerleader, gorgeous, popular. While she's the golden child at home and school, I'm her personal 'unpaid' assistant. Then everything changed on my eighteenth birthday. I found my mates. Not just one, but three. The Blackwood Trio: Hunter, Seth, and Zane. Hockey gods, gorgeous Alphas, the most wanted guys at school. Every girl dreams about them, every guy wants to be them. And somehow, impossibly, they're mine. Of course, nothing's ever simple in my life. Three mates means three times the drama, three times the possessiveness… and way more filthy, overwhelming heat than my innocent body knows how to handle.

“She should have run away… while I let her. She should have disappeared with all of these intense feelings that she evokes in me. She should have never come this close to me. Because Now…” Luciano’s eyes darkened and something snapped in him as he saw her tear her shirt away, exposing her to his naked, hungry eyes and before Luciano could even pull himself away, his body acted on his own, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer before his mouth devoured her, “…Now, there’s no going back.” “Mine…” He growled, “You’re just mine to ruin, Noora!” “I knew I should have run away from this man whose sole purpose was to hate me, wreck me, and make me fall. But here I was standing now, for him to ruin, for him to claim his ownership. Yet, why was she feelings the things that were far away from the loathing that I have for him?” “Luciano…” Noora moaned, her fingers clutching his hair as she pulled him closer, biting her lips, “You’ll never ruin me!” ……………… Noora never asked to be caught in the ruthless games of power, deception, and vengeance, yet the moment she returned home for Lucas’s engagement, her past and fate became entangled with the one man who despised her the most—Luciano. The heir to the Richardson empire, Luciano had only ever shown her cruelty, pushing her away with his cold words and scorching glares. But beneath the hatred lay something darker, something that neither of them could deny any longer. As secrets unravel and their pasts collide, their undeniable pull toward each other threatens to destroy them both. Because in this game, love isn’t just passion—it’s possession. And neither of them is willing to lose.

GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin The first time he put his hand around my throat, I didn't fight. I thanked him. Not out loud. But my body felt it—every nerve, every dark pulse. He knew it. They always know it. The way you crumble when a man old enough to know better looks at you like you're the only target he's had in years. The way your mouth goes dry when he calls you good boy in that voice—low, ruined, hungry—and you realize you've been starving your whole life for someone who isn't afraid to take charge. GOMORRAH DADDIES isn't a simple love story. It's a confession. A bleeding, breathless catalog of every dark choice you've ever wanted and been too terrified to name. Your best friend's father who finally stops pretending he hasn't memorized your shadow. The silver fox next door who teaches you exactly how he rules—slow, intense, deep—while his gold ring glints in the dark. The alpha who doesn't ask before he claims what's already his, who holds you down and whispers mine until you believe it with your whole broken heart. The age gap that should make you run, but instead has you staying, begging him to stay, to ruin you, to keep you. Every story is a different challenge. Every leader is a different path. And every single one of them knows what you need before you do. They don't come to guide you gently. They come to change you completely. And you're already listening, aren't you? Content Warning: Contains intense MM drama, power imbalances, large age gap relationships, and dark themes that will keep you reading late into the night.

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.