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A world filled with stories that feel dangerous, emotional, addictive, messy, sexy, heartbreaking and impossible to put down. And honestly? I think this might become my favorite era as a writer yet. So please support Claiming His Bride (Sinful Collection) the same way you’ve supported Wet Dreams even before the copycats. Make sure to add it to your libraries, leave comments, scream at me when I traumatize your favorite characters, and come lose your sanity with me 😭🖤 We’re just getting started and I promise you am giving you all the best version of writing you’ve never seen. I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one ye

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

PART ONE: The prince's chambers smelled of sandalwood and frustration. Duy Nam had been patient—too patient—with his new bride, Ánh Nguyệt. Court-bred, virginal, shy beneath her silks. Every night, the same demure resistance, the same whispered excuses. Tonight, he'd had enough. He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her.

She was sitting at the counter pretending to sip coffee when Aria leaned down to grab something from the cabinet, her hand sneaking under the table to brush up Lena’s bare thigh. Lena nearly choked on her coffee. "Jesus," she hissed under her breath. Aria just shot her a wicked little smile and stood up like nothing happened. Evan didn’t notice a thing. Too busy arguing with the toaster. Lena’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. Heat pooled between her legs all over again. She was going to lose her damn mind. And she loved it. Their secret, delicious and dangerous, humming between them like a live wire. Every glance. Every accidental touch. Their little secret. And Lena couldn’t wait to bre

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.

His tailored charcoal suits fit like they were made for sin, and his voice—deep, precise, commanding—had been the soundtrack to her filthiest fantasies all semester. Today she’d worn the skirt he liked: short, pleated, black. Paired with thigh-high stockings and a blouse one button too low. She’d caught him glancing at her legs more than once during his lecture on Renaissance symbolism. The door clicked shut behind the last student. The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the projector cooling down. Sophia stood, gathering her books slowly, letting her pen roll off the desk and clatter to the floor. She bent to pick it up—slowly—knowing the skirt would ride high enough to flash the

Trigger Warnings: Adultery/Infidelity, breach of trust, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, anal play, and explicit language. Sterling The heavy, soundproofed doors of my study were the only thing keeping the world out-and my secrets in. Outside, the estate was a monument to old money and respectability. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and the cheap, thrilling musk of a woman who wasn't my wife.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.