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•••••Before You Read••••• * This is a 100% fictional story straight out of my imagination. * English is not my First Language so please forgive me for my mistakes. * This book is rated as mature. * There will be mentions of physical abuse, death and sickness. * The main characters have an age gap between them. * The female lead will be the innocent character and the male the dominant side. * I hope this story will make your story more enjoyable🤍.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

Jade started riding—slow rolls at first, then harder—her pierced nipples bouncing as she bounced on his dick. Lila slid off the desk—crawled over to Jade—kissed her deep while Jade rode Ethan. Their tongues tangled; Lila’s hand slid between Jade’s legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit while Ethan thrust up into her. Ava’s moans turned muffled around Riley’s cock. Marcus slapped her ass—hard—leaving red handprints. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Let everyone hear how much you love being used.”

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

"So? Talk. Why are you really here at midnight?" Ryder leaned over her, his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her thighs. The scent of him filled her senses, making her pussy ache. "I heard a rumor today, Ruthie," he whispered, his face inches from hers. "My sisters have big mouths. They say you're the talk of the school. They say you've been letting guys do filthy things to you." Ruth-Ann froze, her heart hammering. "I don't know what you're talking about."

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

My hand felt cold when I pushed it open a little wider. Richard was naked, covered in sweat, slamming his hips forward hard into another man’s ass-hole on our bed. The guy was on all fours, face buried in the pillows, groaning every time Richard thrust deep into his ass. I could see Richard’s cock sliding in and out, shiny with baby oil, his balls slapping loudly against the man’s skin.