Sinful Skins

“Be a good girl for me and come fucking closer.” Alfred’s voice was husky, and angry. It made me dizzy with sinful lust. I gulped as I obediently closed the distance between us. He inched even closer and I felt my breath hitch when his hands found my thighs and I was hosteled up, back plastered against a wall in an instant. “Who am I?” “My- my husband.” I whispered, mouth quivering. His fingers tangled in my hair, a kiss against my arched throat. “That’s right. You belong to me, and not my fucking idiotic brother. I own everything– your body, your heart and your soul. They’re all mine.” ~~~~ Bella had her life mapped out. Go to med school, graduate, make enough money to get her father and brother a better life, and fall in love. Her plans were destroyed when she found out she had been promised to a Mafia Don as a collateral for a debt. Alfred Winston was someone no sane person wanted to mess with– he was ruthless, filthily rich and very powerful; he wields authority like second nature. How is life as the wife of a Mafia’s Don going to be for Bella? It sure as hell won’t be a bump free ride when Alfred’s younger brother– Damien, was smoking hot and hell bent on heating Bella’s curvy body up with that smoke, and let’s not forget the amount of dangers lurking at every damn corner, ready to consume Bella at the slightest opportunity.

"I hate you," I whispered against his lips. Ang tingin ay hindi na mapirmi sa matinding hilo. "You're seriously saying that when I can literally feel you trembling with my every touch," he smirked darkly and claimed my lips for a painful kiss. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he pushed me against the wall. Cianna Juarez has everything every woman could dream of. Beauty and cleverness, riches and fame. Ngunit ang kaisa-isang bagay na hindi niya makamit-kamit ay ang pag-ibig ng lalaking mahal niya, Alexander Malin Del Rio. They have been friends since time immemorial, but he never showed interest on her romantically. She did everything to make him love her, anything to keep him away from his love. Kesehodang tuluyan itong magalit sa kanya. But fate turned a complete flip when something happened between her and Santiago Lopez, ang lalaking noong una pa lang ay hindi niya na gusto. Maliit ang tingin niya rito dahil sa pagiging ulila at bastardo. One sinful and drunken night changed her life in a blink of an eye. Afraid of people's prejudices and judgments, she left Malolos carrying the very fruit of that mistake. Sa kanyang pagbabalik, makakaya niya kayang harapin ang kahihiyan? At higit sa lahat, makakaya niya kayang harapin ang alab ng galit ni Santi?

One tragic night ruined her life… but one sinful night awakened something she should’ve never felt. *** Maya Ramirez is a top actress—admired by millions, envied by many, but shattered within. Sa araw ng kanyang bed scene shoot, nakatanggap siya ng balitang ikinawasak ng mundo niya: naaksidente ang ama niya at nang dumating siya sa ospital ay patay na ito. At ang mas masakit? Buntis ang kapatid niyang si Maica, at ang ama ng dinadala nito ay walang iba kung 'di ang boyfriend ni Maya. Dahil sa sakit, sa galit, sa pagkawasak—uminom siya ng alak hanggang mawalan ng kontrol. At sa isang gabi ng kahinaan, nakatulog siya sa bisig ng isang estranghero. Ngunit pagmulat niya… hindi pala ito estranghero. Ito ay si Atty. Luigi Salazar—ang kanyang tiyuhin. Dapat ay isang pagkakamali lang iyon. Dapat ay kalimutan na, pero hindi siya pinakawalan ni Luigi. Hindi siya tinalikuran. Sa halip, ang bawat gabi ay naging mas mapusok, mas makasalanan… at mas mahirap itigil. They tried to deny it. They tried to hide it. Until one revelation changed everything—they’re not blood-related. Pero sapat ba 'yon para maging tama ang mali? Handa ba silang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig na itinatago nila sa dilim? O mas pipiliin nilang masunog sa apoy ng bawal na pagmamahalan?

How could I be married for almost three years and knew nothing about it?  I had wanted to confront him and call him an asshole for marrying someone who didn't even know he existed. But here I was, under him; engulfed by his lips and moaning uncontrollably. But could you blame me? He was hot as hell and knew way too much about pleasuring a woman. “What do you want?” I heard him ask with a deep baritone voice. It was so sexy my mind went blank for a second… “Do it. Fuck me! Please… I need you to suck my tits!” I didn't care about my dignity anymore, I just needed him so badly. “Very well” he said and that was it.  It was him. The one my body has been waiting for… my husband. *** Under a three year marriage contract, Aurelia Thompson was married without her knowledge to Alfred Vicker, a heartless business tycoon and sexy hunk. After a mix up that led to the couple having sex and Alfred disvirgining her, their lives were turned upside down in the mix of lust and sinful intoxicating romance. Their differences were great and conflict arising from every corner but despite that, their bodies still called out for each other. How long will they be able to resist it? Join the ride of this dark romance where the line between love, lust and obsession are non-existent, only two people with palpable sexual tension mixed with hate… or was it love?

“You are right. She doesn't belong here in the open.” My voice deepened and my Eyes dilated. “She was made to be under me or above me or anything as long as I’m within her. That was her destiny.” ******** What was supposed to be a one-night stand became an addiction to the infamous Lycan King who visited the human world for the first time in many years. Lycan King Archie who recently took over the throne from his old father decided that after years of staying within his world, he needed some time to relax his head. He went to the human realm after a princess was chosen for him to rule with but he found a Rogue in the human world. A rogue he couldn't resist. A rogue he had a wild and hot night with. A rogue he became addicted to; Amanisa... Amanisa had hidden well among the humans, training and preparing herself for the revenge she was planning to achieve against the werewolf realm. Her kind killed her family because they wanted his title. She didn't know that she would be meeting the new Lycan King on the same night she decided to have her last fun in the human world before returning to the werewolf realm. These two destined lovers started as a meaningless fling but they couldn't break off until their individual responsibilities to their family sprung up again, threatening to break them apart. On one side was a sinful attraction that developed into love but on the other side was who they were meant to be… enemies.

I fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want this. "Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don’t want this." I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me. His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That’s what I thought." __ Betrayed and humiliated at the altar. Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. One night. No names. No future. Or so she thought. Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible. Now, resisting him is impossible. He’s everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it’s just the beginning. And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth: She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn’t let what’s his slip away.

“Fuck…please…” He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. “Look how wet you are,” he whispers, “...shaking, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He’s breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can’t speak. I can’t think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove — into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom’s wedding… As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won’t stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there’s one thing he didn’t tell me— He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract… and a secret that could destroy us both. He’s dangerous. He’s forbidden. He’s promised to another. And God help me, I still can’t stop wanting him.

She sold her soul for survival. Now she’s trapped in his inferno. I was supposed to serve drinks at an exclusive masquerade. I never planned to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But the man who bought me? He wasn’t wearing a mask. He was the mask. Lucian Devlin isn’t just any man. He’s dangerous, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. A billionaire with a taste for control and a past cloaked in darkness, Lucian didn’t want a woman, he wanted a possession. What Serena didn’t know was that the contract she signed bound her to him for thirty days. Thirty nights of submission, of twisted games and sinful pleasures. Thirty days of burning where escape is impossible and maybe, deep down, unwanted. Serena needs the money. Her family is drowning, the rent is due, bills are piling, her mother dying, her siblings thrown out of school and barely surviving. But staying means risking everything: her body, her sanity, and her heart. Lucian swore he'd never love again. That what he touches, he destroys. But the more he breaks her rules, the more she shatters his. And when obsession turns to something far more dangerous, walking away won’t be an option for either of them. He warned her: she’d beg before this was over. I swore I’d never be owned again. But there’s something about being his plaything that feels a lot like power. A dangerous love story where surrender feels like sin... and salvation. Rated 18+ | Explicit. Addictive. Emotionally brutal.

He wanted a housekeeper not a tainted virgin.What Damien found was purity begging to be tainted. Now, he’ll ruin her, softly, cruelly, completely. Barely nineteen and untouched, Elara never thought her first job would place her inside the fortress of a man like him. Damien kael doesn’t request. He commands. And the innocent little maid is about to learn what obedience costs, one breathless gasp, one sinful punishment, one wicked whisper at a time. Dark. Seductive. Obsessive. She thought she was hired to clean his home. She didn’t realize she was stepping into his lair. Elara is broke and desperate, so when a maid position opens in a billionaire’s estate, she takes it, unaware that Damien kael is a man who doesn’t believe in boundaries. He’s older, merciless, and dangerously magnetic. She tries to leave, but he isn’t letting go. He doesn’t want love. He wants loyalty. And she’s about to learn what it means to kneel. As their twisted bond deepens, pleasure collides with punishment, fear tangles with desire, and innocence becomes his obsession. But Damien’s darkness runs deeper than she imagined and claiming his virgin maid isn’t about breaking her body… It’s about owning her soul. Mature Content Warning: This book features explicit sexual content, dark dominant/submissive dynamics, psychological tension, and a dangerously obsessive hero. For readers 18+ who crave power, seduction, and raw intensity.

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