Sinful Sounds

“Prey, tell what happens when… if you lose? What benefits am I to reap from this bet of yours?” This bastard had a lot of nerve.I could not back down from him. I knew I could see this contest through. I know I can make my dream a reality.“If I lost than…I will serve under your modeling agency for free for half a year. Does that seem fair enough?” I said regaining my confidence. I could not help but glared back at Elijah. “Sounds like a fair trade to me, little kitten.” He said. I do not like that nickname. No matter how sexy it sounded on his lips.“If I lose than I will publicly apologize to you, I.” Elijah said with a smile repeating the terms. “But it you lose than you work as a model in my business for free for half of the year. Sound about right?” Elijah said.I shook his hand. “Deal.”Elijah smiled to the point where his teeth reminded me of the big bad wolf. “Deal,” he said softly.

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.

“You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don’t you, Zoe?”“Yes, Mr. Gatsby.”Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother’s death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn’t supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control… yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her… or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

I'm the Alpha's eldest daughter and the rightful heir to the Grimwood Pack, but I'm cursed. Every boyfriend I brought to the Shrine of the Moon for the mate test walked out and did the exact same thing.They don't reject me. They try to kill me. By the time I turned thirty, I'd survived ten murder attempts from ten different men. My own father, Alpha Damian, screams at me every time it happens. He beats me until I'm covered in bruises and claims my blood will atone for my sins to the Moon Goddess. The entire pack says I'm too sinful to deserve a mate. Even my grandmother, the woman who raised me and loved me most, came out of the temple and tried to strangle me. I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I needed to see what was inside that temple. But when the truth appeared in front of me, I broke down.

"Oh my, you are so fucking tight." He groans amidst thrusts, biting his lips as if to keep himself from shouting and drawing attention to us. "I've kept myself tight for you." I respond, pushing my hips back against him. I watch as his eyes widen and he thrusts harder, my breasts jiggling and bouncing from the impact. I let my hand move up to one of my tits, my eyes fixed on him as I squeeze and fondle it. He lets out a guttural cry and curses as he pulls my legs closer, burying deep his cock in me to the hilt. The most delicious, love-inspiring and fantasy-stimulating erotica collection you'll ever come across. Stimulate your brain and senses with sexy stories that leave you wanting for more, and characters that make you feel jealous. Do not read if you aren't alone, unless you are ready to have sinful blushes on your face all day and ache with longing.

Sierra was told he was a kind and generous soul. A man worth being with and forgetting your past love. She hadn't met him but chose to believe in her future husband's qualities and accepted. Having not yet forgotten about Christian, she hoped her husband would make her forget her sinful feelings for Christian but who she saw after her wedding wasn't who she had imagined as a husband. He was the opposite of a gentle and a kind soul. ***** Mason De Luan was a ruthless mafia Don who had his own reasons for accepting a woman who he knew nothing about as his wife. Only he knew what he would gain by accepting this sham of a marriage despite his heart belonging to someone else. But what happens when the ruthless Mafia gangster starts to see his eye sore of a wife as an attractive one? Or when She has had enough and finally masters the courage to file for a divorce? DARK ROMANCE 18+

She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy. *** I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He’s silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer."

Nathan is an engaged worldwide boxer, he is arrogant and aggressive but with a twisted secret causing his manager Sophie a lot of chaos every day, and one day she finds out about his secret but she definitely shouldn't have. Is the secret as dark as it sounds or is like it a blessing in disguise? "Goodnight Mr. Kim. You're gonna be fine, just give it a couple of days," I smiled as he kicked the slippers off and quickly hid under the covers. "Hm? How'd you know? You don't know about me," he teased, still a bit of slur in his voice as I shifted him a little to the side to sit beside him. I chuckled softly and shrugged. "Trust me, Mr. Kim, I might not know about you but I know about heartbreak. Someone will come along you know, to mend these pieces of your heart," he chuckled sadly and shook his head. "It's not my heart that I'm worried about Sophie." Typical but atypical.

I was performing the hundredth "restoration" surgery on my mafia husband's latest mistress when I finally decided to leave him. For five years, I, Isabella Rossi, have lived a double life: the respected wife of a powerful Don, and the personal physician tasked with "purifying" the women he discards. Vincent's twisted religious conviction is his law: only a wife untouched by any other man can bear his legitimate heir. I was that pure wife, yet he treated me as his most unclean possession. My love for him died a slow death. A thousand empty nights. It was killed by the cold steel of my own operating table. By the sounds of other women boasting about his touch. The five-year prenuptial agreement that bound me to this hell was set to expire at midnight. I had already called my grandfather, the only man Vincent truly fears. My escape was hours away. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.