Sinful Shirt

Warning!!! Dearest gentle reader, this book is highly rated 18+..... It contains mature content, explicit words, BDSM, and hardcore sex. If you like soft romance, reader's discretion is adviced. “You are mine now, Aria. Look at him like that again, and I will not only disown him as my son. I will have his manhood cut off, toss it to the omega she-wolves, and make them choke on it while he watches as he bleeds to death,” he whispered. His voice was low. Deep. Dark. Curling around me and causing my stomach to flutter. ******** Aria Nightwind was born to rule. She is the firstborn daughter of a noble bloodline, trained in the art of war and politics. She has spent her life proving herself to her father, but no matter her effort or sacrifice, she was never enough because she was a girl child. The only one she was enough for was her mate, or so Aria thought, until she caught him in bed with her brother! Humiliated, rejected, and on the verge of losing her birthright to her younger brother, Aria took up a new challenge of fighting for the one thing that is rightfully hers… - Zane Blackstone is a 6 black-inked beast in regal attire. Alpha King. Billionaire. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Unhinged. Wild and with an inborn likeness for anything sinful or forbidden. He doesn't forgive or feel. He closed off his heart after the death of his wife. His empire was built on years of hard work, sacrifice, resilience, self-denial, and discipline. He had everything figured out for himself. He didn't believe in love or romance… All he wanted was sex… Well, that was a sudden twist in events that made him cross path with Aria, his Son's ex-mate.

A mafia romance trilogy about dangerous men who love harder than they kill and the women bold enough to love them back. Three ruthless men, born in blood and bred to destroy, are about to meet the women who bring them to their knees or make them burn the world trying to keep control. Book One: The Don's Obsession After her family betrays the New York Outfit, she's taken hostage by a man who wants revenge more than air. He's cold, brutal, and beautiful. And he thinks breaking her will fix what her family destroyed. But what starts as punishment quickly turns into something far more dangerous because some women aren’t built to shatter quietly… and some hearts fall in the most unexpected cages. Book Two: Her Favorite Enemy They were raised to hate each other but when they’re forced into a fake alliance, hatred isn’t the only thing that burns. He wants to ruin her. She wants to make him bleed. Too bad they can’t keep their hands or their lies to themselves. Book Three: Marked by the Monster She witnessed something she shouldn’t have. Now she’s in the middle of a bloody turf war and the only thing standing between her and a bullet is the mafia’s deadliest enforcer sent to kill her. He’s cold, lethal, and doesn’t believe in feelings. But the more she runs, the closer he gets. And when she finally falls into his hands, there’s only one rule left: She lives or dies as his. Three savage men. Three sinful love stories. One underworld that doesn’t play fair.

Ezekiel is a ruthless billionaire, known for his charm, arrogance, and a long trail of broken hearts. Love, to him, is a game—one-night stands, no strings attached, and women begging for his attention. But when a critical merger threatens his empire, Ezekiel needs a wife—fast. Not a socialite or a gold-digger… someone quiet, obedient, and easy to control. Enter Isla Ramirez, a struggling waitress buried in debt, desperate to save her sick younger brother. When Ezekiel offers her a cold, cutthroat contract—marry him for a year in exchange for a fortune—she has no choice but to accept. She signs her life away, thinking she’s nothing but a pawn in his game. But nothing is simple with Ezekiel. Their marriage begins with venomous fights, cold glares, and unbearable tension. He drags her into his dangerous world of power plays and brutal secrets, expecting her to break. Yet Isla doesn’t bow—she bites back. Her defiance ignites something primal inside Ezekiels: obsession. What starts as a business transaction turns into a searing, forbidden attraction. Ezekiel’s dark desires and possessive nature clash with Isla’s stubborn spirit. He hates her… but craves her. She fears him… but aches for him. Every stolen glance, every sinful touch, pulls them deeper into a wicked game of lust and power. With enemies lurking in the shadows and secrets threatening to destroy them both, Ezekiel finds himself torn between his playboy past and the woman who challenges him like no one ever has. In a world where love is weakness, can a contract marriage built on lies turn into something dangerously real… or will it consume them both? In this dark, steamy romance, hearts will break, rules will shatter, and love might just ruin them.

Warning: This is not your regular love story. This is a collection of explicitly sinful acts. Confession, forbidden deeds, Raw, vivid. DON’T READ IN PUBLIC. Unless… you enjoy the risk of being caught. It isn’t just a book. It’s an experience that will make your body burn. Every story in this book is fast, wild, and full of heat. Bold women take what they want. Dominant men fight their urges. Every touch, every look, every whispered word will make you crave more. As you read, your heart will race. Your body will react before your mind can catch up. You’ll gasp, shiver, and ache for pleasure. Each story is written to make you move your hand as you read, to feel every word. We have it all—MF, MM, FF, MFM, FFM, MMMF, and everything in between. Every fantasy you can imagine. Every kind of desire. Every risky mix of heat. The thrill of being caught. The rush of secret wants. The pull of power and lust. It’s all here. You’ll imagine being there, feeling every touch, every kiss, every deep push. No holding back. No rules. Just raw, hot desire. Your eyes read the words. Your hand follows your body’s needs. You’ll touch yourself, tremble, and feel the heat grow. By the last page, you’ll be breathing fast, shaking, and wanting more. And the stories won’t leave your mind. They’ll stay with you, making you ache for the next word, the next touch, the next release. This isn’t just reading. It’s indulgence. One hand holds the phone. The other? That’s up to you. Are you ready to give in?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

"Come on Jenna. Just one word." He taunt. He gripped my wrist in one hand and trailed his hand down my side to my hips. His hand went under my shirt and rested on my skin that sent sparks through my body. His finger did designs over my skin while he continue to nibble on the spot of my neck. "St-" His mouth come off my skin and I felt his glaze on my face. I open my eyes and barely see any hazel in his eyes. His eyes are fighting to get back to his regular eye color but the desire from him is fighting over his body. His lips are plump and my neck burns from the air hitting my raw neck.l don't know how he manage to bite my skin from the scabs from trying to heal my wounds but he manage to do so. "Say it." His voice is deep and husky. That it sent shivers through my spin, making me close my legs tight. He breathe in and his eyes went complete black. "Say it Jenna or I won't stop what's going to happen next." His voice is so deep that I didn't think it was Alcander. I looked straight in those deep coal eyes and said, "I Jenna Knox reject Alpha Alcander as my mate."*****Jenna Knox. She always believed her mate would be some guy in some shining armor and would take her far away from her pack and raise a perfect family.But what she didn't know was that her mate was going be some one who kills for fun. Kills other packs,And laughs at their alpha who's on the ground begging for mercy.Let's just she how she handles Alpha Alcander.

Ariana thought her biggest challenge was protecting her heart—until love, lust, and betrayal tore her world apart. First came her mother’s new husband, Mr. Fred—her late father’s best friend and the man Ariana should never have wanted. Then came Robin, his dangerously charming son, who refused to let her go. And in the shadows, Chris, her loyal boyfriend, watched as Ariana slipped further into temptation. When forbidden passion turns into a web of secrets, lies, and deadly revelations, Ariana must choose between desire and survival. But in a family bound by betrayal, every choice comes with a price—and hers may cost her everything. Ariana never asked to be caught between three men—yet passion, lies, and betrayal pull her deeper into a forbidden harem she can’t escape. When her mother dies suddenly and dark family secrets rise to the surface, Ariana learns the shocking truth: the man she desires may also be the one who destroyed her family. DIALOGUE “Robin? What are you doing here?” I shivered, my heart pounding. “How did you get in?” “I saw you with my father.” His voice broke, tears welling in his eyes. “I told you how I felt, and you chose him.” A pang of guilt hit me. I pulled him close, crushing him in a tight embrace before kissing him deeply. I stared up at him, desperate for more. He stripped off his shirt, laid me down on the bed, and covered my body with his mouth. Every kiss, every touch, was more intense than anything I’d experienced with his father. “Tell me you love me,” he whispered. “I love you, Robin,” I lied, the moan ripped from me. My body betrayed me utterly—legs shaking, skin on fire. The way he sucked my breasts was on another level.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

"Obey us!" The four powerful werewolves loomed over me while my hands were tied behind my back. "No! I won't submit to anyone," I muttered. Alpha Bellamy, Alpha Caspian, Warrior Emre, and the Rugged rogue Wolvin wore khaki pants and white shirts, their muscles bulging and breaths ragged from hours of chasing after me on the mountains. "That's enough. We've listened to your nonsense and given you time. But if you want to fuck with us--," the towering rogue hissed, beginning to take off his shirt, "then we'll fuck you up real good!" "And we won't even break a sweat," Alpha Bellamy chimed in, shedding his shirt. My gaze shifted to the other two, who had also exposed their upper bodies now. All I could ask them was. "Why now? You all rejected me, betrayed me, and abandoned me when my pack was under attack. Why return now?" The four exchanged glances, with Alpha Caspian taking the lead to confess, "Because we've finally realized how deeply we've fallen for you!" It was too late, I have lost the part of me who craved a mate. …. After getting cheated on by her chosen mate on the day of her mating ceremony, everybody said Genevieve would never find a loving mate. Little did they know, the Moon Goddess had planned something bigger for Genevieve when she gave her four handsome, sexy, powerful and always horny mates to protect her. But the truth was far from what was known to Genevieve. The perfect mates of Genevieve yield secrets that would change their relationship forever. Will Genevieve find out her mates are far from perfect, or will her mates fall so deeply in love with her that they will do anything to make sure their truth never comes out and Genevieve remains theirs?

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.