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"I Alpha Ryker Dante of the crescent  moon park rejects you weak pethatic girl as my mate and Luna of my park. You are hereby not allowed to show your face to me again except you want it red! " Those angry and deceptive words tear Melanie apart. It was her mate who had rejected her at first sight. She has always being rejected and tainted upon but this last rejection gave a painful and scaring tug to her shattered  lost heart. She smiled out the tears and turned back. If that's what he wanted then fine! She was okay with it. She looked sideways  towards her father who had an unfathomable  look on. He looked furious and blaze. "father... " She muttered and his face grew red with anger as the guest looked at him with shock and disbelief. With urge in their eyes to know if he really did fathered the weak and ugly she wolf. No! Even a mere human is more powerful than her. Every one who knew Melanie knew she had no wolf. She looked towards her only brother. The look on his face was just like the others. He dejected her. And her step sisters couldn't  care less. "okay.  I get it....  No one wants me...  No one wants to see me...  It's okay I'll leave. You won't ever see me again!  At least the ugly me! " She snapped. Dried her tears and turned around. Sound on the rough hard sandals could be heard as she shrugged away in the cold. Life was really cruel to her.

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool slightly. His thrust remained in pace soon her walls began to tighten. She was near. " Oh yes!" She screamed as she came hard on his dick. She tried catching her breath, short of air from their sex. Quickly, he rolled over and she ended up on top. His dick was still inside her, hard and twisting. That was when it hit her, he hadn't had his release but she still asked. "What are you doing?" "We aren't done yet. You are going to ride me, hard and fast."

*** What would you do if you were adopted by one of the wealthiest and most prestigious families in New York City, only to be treated like garbage for ten years just because you’re diagnosed with dyslexia? What would you do if on the third anniversary of your marriage, you find out that your dearly beloved husband is not only cheating on you with your spoiled, bratty adopted sister, but he also asks her to marry him behind your back? In Astrid’s case, she’s furious and heartbroken. All she wants is revenge. So she accepts a stranger’s invitation to a sex club and ends up enjoying a rough, passionate night with Silvan Rourke, the ruthless demon king of Wall Street… and her step brother. When Astrid finds out that she’s the heir to a winery company worth millions of dollars, she flees New York City but makes a grand return five years later to exact her revenge on the Montessori family for the years of abuse she suffered in their home. This time, she’s not alone. Astrid returns with little twin girls — the results of her passionate night with Silvan. But there’s a problem. The girls bear a striking resemblance to Silvan Rourke and the grumpy billionaire is starting to suspect that they might be his. Ultimately, Astrid has two missions: she must exact her revenge on the Montessori family and also prevent Silvan from finding out that Zoey and Zahra are his children. Will she succeed, or will forbidden chemistry spark between the step-siblings once again? Only one way to find out!!

“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

He was my brother’s best friend. My first love. The first man to ever taste me. Six years ago, Axel “Ghost” Cruz vanished, leaving my heart shattered and my body aching for a touch that never came again. I tried to bury the memory of him, trading the heat of the clubhouse for a cold, safe life in the city with a man who doesn't know how to make me scream. But my father’s murder has dragged me back to the world of leather and sin. And Axel is waiting for me. He’s no longer the boy I remember. He’s a massive, tattooed enforcer with eyes that strip me naked and a voice that feels like a dark caress. He is forbidden—my brother’s most lethal weapon and the one man I should never let touch me again. But when he traps me in the dark of the garage, his rough, scarred hands sliding over my skin, my body remembers everything. I’ve spent six years pretending I’m a lady, but one growl from him and I’m just his. The air between us is thick with a hunger that could burn this whole club to the ground Now, with a war breaking out and my brother watching my every move, I have to decide: do I stay safe and hollow, or do I surrender to the man who owns every inch of me? In this world, some sins feel too good to stop—and some desires are worth the ruin

18 Explicit raw content. ️ WARNING : this is raw, shameless porn in written form, read at your own risk . This collection contains steamy, dirty raw stories with forbidden kinky desires including rough sex, gay sex, milfs sex, teen sex, forbidden taboo relationships. ****. He begins thrusting in and out roughly, faster as the bed creaks and the head board hits the wall. I felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

Warning🔞: This book drips with heat and secrets. It’s bold, shameless, and unapologetic. Vows will be tested. Desire will betray. Step inside and let passion, temptation, and sin consume you. “He doesn't make this pussy drip like this, does he?” he strokes my folds and I bite my lip, staring at him, withholding my answers and moans. He halts and I almost jerk off the edge of the desk to meet his long, rough veiny fingers. “Use your words or you are not getting any.” “No.” ~ Nadia Richards seemed to have the perfect luxurious life that every woman dreamed of—a successful designer and married to one of the richest men in the world. On the outside, her marriage bore no cracks, but behind closed doors when the cameras were off, Nadia struggled with pleasing her husband who seemed to be drifting away from her. Her once-perfect marriage was now a shell and she was desperate to fix it. Her whole world crumbled when her husband insisted that he wanted to make their relationship open. To Nadia, that meant that she was slowly losing her grip on her marriage. When push came to shove, Nadia found herself at a club, entangled in a sizzling one night stand with a hot, mysterious stranger. What should have ended as the gravest mistake she had ever made turned around to haunt her like a nightmare when she found out that the man she slept with was Jordan Hayes, her husband's mysterious best friend who abhors secrets and mysteries of his own. Nadia soon decided to play her husband's game by getting into a mutually benefitting arrangement with his best friend, but could she really not catch feelings when sparks started flying?

Claimed as the Wrong Bride: Tripicity Book One Octavia Maddox is a grey zone artist living rough in Tripicity, selling her work to survive. When mob boss Bastien Leclair arranges a contract marriage with Olivia Maddox to secure a political alliance against his rival Corporal, Olivia refuses and doesn't show up. A gallery mix-up, possibly deliberate, puts Occy in the wrong room at the right moment. She signs a contract she doesn't fully understand in exchange for a number that covers the warehouse she's been saving for. Bastien comes to collect. What follows is a chase through the grey zone, a count system of punishments for running, a fever that lands her in hospital, and a slow negotiation of trust between two people who don't trust easily. He moves her to the Alderton, his building, his world, and builds her a studio with north-facing light. She migrates to his bed without deciding to. They fall into something neither of them names. Meanwhile Corporal, operating as Mrs. Santoro, has been watching Occy through a hacked security feed and commissions a painting from her. The three-way power structure of the city tightens around Occy without her knowing it. The Meridian overstep begins destabilising the grey zone she built her life in. Bastien's attempt to secure her position legally through a Maddox family adoption explodes when he tells her without asking her first. She walks out. He sits in the room she left. Coming: the grey zone war, the Maddox meeting with Occy, Corporal's escalation, the truth about who engineered the signing, and whether Occy chooses to stay. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.