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“The monster you’re talking about,” I muttered, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. “Let it out. I want to feel it,” He smirked, the type that sent shivers down your spine. The type that warned you ‘never make a deal with the devil’ kind. “Watch your tongue, darling,” His cold deep voice had its way of doing something to my stomach, especially when he laid threats. “I don't fuck like a gentleman. I also don't fuck like a monster,” he strides towards me, pinning his gaze on my body. “I fuck like the devil in your nightmares, and you’ll scream like I am your God.” A contract relationship. Signed by ink in words. It was supposed to be a contract, but it was a trap: “Both parties expressly agree that this arrangement is strictly contractual in nature and devoid of any emotional or romantic involvement. Any demonstration of affection, emotional attachment, or behavior suggestive of romantic intent shall constitute a material breach of contract. Violation of this clause will result in immediate termination of the agreement, and the offending party shall forfeit all benefits, assets, or compensations received under this contract. This clause is non-negotiable and emphasized as a binding condition of the agreement.” However, there was another; “Party A must be in a perfect health condition.” *** Olivia Hayes is terminally ill and suffers from cancer. She has lived all her life prioritizing her mother’s health condition until one sentence shattered her dynamism; “I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.” With her mother in a critical condition, she struggles to raise the funds for immediate treatment not until her encounter with Ezekiel Grayson, a cold heartless CEO offering a contract that could directly change her life… and destroy it forever.

“This is not right, we shouldn’t be doing this, you should reject me.” I breathed as his cold fingers caressed my chin, lifting my gaze up to meet his. “You damned all consequences when you came to me, begging me to fuck you.” He said huskily, his voice causing an involuntary squirt between my legs as his fingers grazed my pussy. He’s right, I’d started this and I should see it to the end but he’s my boyfriend’s father and this feels like all shades of wrong. “What do you want daddy to do to you?” “I want daddy to fuck me,” I whimpered, my breathing restrained, “fast and hard.” _________________ An attempt to surprise her boyfriend turned into the most chaotic turn of events when she found her boyfriend fucking her bestfriend right there in his office. Octavia immediately decided to take action, she’s going to take her revenge. She’s going to make her ex-boyfriend regret his actions by sleeping with his father. He broke her heart and so she’ll fuck his dad. Sounds like a fair deal. ____________ Aidan Nightingale, the extremely powerful and feared Alpha King of the Darkmoon pack, has a secret. He wants to ruin his son’s girlfriend in the nastiest of ways so when she showed up at his front door, holding back was the last thing on his mind. He knew she came for revenge but still, he couldn’t turn her away. He’s going to make her forget all about the jerk that broke her heart. Oh and yes, He’s her mate. _______ Their relationship is a taboo but both parties can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

Mature Audience Only "Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road." I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me." He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream." I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours." "Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Wet Desires is a seductive book of short stories that will leave you breathless, flushed, and craving more. Within these pages, fantasies come alive—each tale exploring the raw, unfiltered heat of passion in its most intimate forms. Sensual, daring, and unapologetically erotic, this collection is your invitation to indulge without restraint… because some desires are meant to be satisfied. This work is a collection of adult fiction intended for mature audiences 18 years and older only. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and depictions of dark, taboo, and morally questionable themes, including elements of dominance, submission, power exchange, and non-traditional relationships.

The chimes of the Full Moon Festival echoed through the night air. I fought down the nervous flutter in my chest and shot a text to Beta Lucas. "When are we telling the pack, Beta Lucas? When do we finally mark each other?" "I was still holding my breath when my brother, Alpha Ryan, suddenly raised his hand." He pointed at the Sacred Oak in the middle of the plaza, his voice laced with surprise. "Hey, Elena. Isn't that Lucas?" "He's holding a girl's hand. Looks like the pack's in for a celebration." I followed Ryan's gaze on instinct. In that split second, my wolf went completely cold. Lucas was kissing the girl in his arms, deep and passionate. I recognized her right away. It was Sarah, the rogue wolf Lucas had brought back from the forest border the week before. Word was she'd saved Lucas's life. I must've been staring too hard, because Lucas suddenly looked up and locked eyes with us. His pupils shrank the second he saw me. A few seconds later, he slowly let go of the girl in his arms. "Ryan, Elena. Let me formally introduce you two." "This is Sarah, my chosen mate." When he got to me, Lucas's eyes darted away. He glanced quickly at my pale face, then turned to the Sarah beside him. "This is Elena, Alpha Ryan's sister. She's like a little sister to me, too." We'd shared a bed countless nights. And all I got in the end was the label of sister. Fine, then. If your little sister marries another Alpha, you'll surely bless me, won't you?

"Sarah… I know you don’t like that I’m a Van Driscoll,” he said. “But honestly… I don’t either.” He stepped even closer. “I love you.” Those words hit Sarah like a wave. Her knees almost gave out. “Give me a chance,” he continued gently, lifting her chin with his hand. She looked away. “Being a Van Driscoll won’t change anything between us. I promise.” He meant it. He would throw away that name if it meant being with her. “Let’s date,” he whispered. His thumb stroked her cheek. Sarah’s eyes slowly met his. Her chest felt tight. “Please,” he said, voice soft. “I promise to always make you happy.” After the death of billionaire tycoon Robert Van Driscoll, his final will leaves behind chaos. His three estranged sons—Leo, Jace, and Luca—must run the family company together for one year or lose everything. Leo feels betrayed after dedicating his life to the business. Jace wants nothing to do with the family. And Luca? He just wants to be free. They clash, resist, and nearly walk away. But when outside enemies begin to threaten the empire, the brothers have no choice but to unite. As they fight for control, each of them faces personal battles—old wounds, painful sacrifices, and unexpected love. Leo is haunted by a past relationship he never truly let go. Jace finds himself drawn to a woman who challenges everything he’s buried. And Luca? He falls for someone who refuses to be tamed. In the end, it’s not just about saving the company... it’s about healing, brotherhood, and risking everything for the kind of love that refuses to be bought. Written by: Terasomdi || Ogwu Kosiso

Three years after breaking up because Joe cheated with Liz, Joe and Danielle have to see each other again during a weekend with friends in Innsbruck. Even though Joe wants peace and quiet, and D is focused on getting a in London to escape her clingy ex, their reunion has a big impact. Now, they, along with Joe's sister Sarah, are caught in an emotional roller-coaster. Can they handle it?

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

“If you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you,” he whispered, “you should leave. Right now.” I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.) When Elena caught her fiancé in bed with her twin sister, betrayal wasn’t even the worst part—it was the humiliation. The cruel words. The way they laughed while shattering her heart. But Elena isn’t weak anymore. Not when Lucian Moretti, her ex’s ruthless rival, steps out of the shadows with an offer she can’t refuse: be his lover, even if only pretend, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her. He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously addictive. His touch promises damnation, his kiss is a weapon, and his presence leaves her trembling between rage and desire. She knows he’s using her. He knows she’s playing with fire. But when revenge tastes like sin, when hate feels like heat—how do you stop yourself from falling?

"Please Daddy, fuck me like your little bitch!" and that's all it takes for Desmond to slide his cock into my already wet pussy and he started to fuck me faster. I moaned softly as his cock slammed into my pussy. "Oh fuck, yes," I said as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. "Am gonna cum Daddy," I said between shaken breaths. "Then don't let me stop you," Desmond said and with that, I exploded all over his cock but he kept thrusting and after a few thrusts, he pulled out and came all over my ass. We both collapsed on the bed breathing fast, "I need to go now Tasha, I can't keep Mary waiting," Desmond said as he stood up from the bed and began to dress. "Oh come, Desmond, it's not like she can satisfy you the way I do," I said angrily as I pulled the blanket over my naked body. "It doesn't matter, she is my wife" "And what about me?" I asked, Desmond turned and looked at me before saying. "I don't know" In the beginning, his words were like sweet poison, luring her deeper into his web of manipulation. She longed for the love she thought he could give, but instead, she found herself trapped in a toxic embrace. Tasha a beautiful young lady finds herself entangled in a forbidden affair with her sister's husband, hoping to win his love and perhaps even lead him away from her sister. However, as emotions intensify and loyalties are tested, Tasha soon realizes that her misguided intentions have set off a chain of events that will forever alter the dynamics of their family.

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.