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I never thought the cocky tattooed Hockey captain I hooked up with in Las Vegas would become my stepbrother. His name was Damon—arrogant, dangerously sexy, and built like pure sin. After my boyfriend cheated on me, I met him at a club. Within hours, he had me in luxurious hotel suite, fucking me senseless against the glass window overlooking the glittering city. One wild night of raw, filthy pleasure with no promises. A week later, my mom revealed she had secretly married and we were moving into her new husband’s luxurious mansion. The second I stepped inside, my stomach dropped. There stood Damon in nothing but low grey sweatpants, his powerful tattooed body on full display. The same man who had bent me over while I moaned his name. We agreed to bury our Vegas hookup and pretend it never happened. But living under the same roof makes it impossible to forget. Damon is strictly off limits. Yet I can’t stop craving my forbidden stepbrother.

"P-please leave me.. I don't even know who your brother is.. " Luciana He snickered at her helpless form under him completely at his mercy..."You don't have to know him baby.. I will make sure you will only remember me.. Your hell like husband " DamonWith his words he started his beasty acts not caring about how badly he tortured her... How badly he's damaging her soul... A pure broken doll who was already shattered inside and out.. Her only hope was someone to come and save her from the nightmare in which she was living...But like people say nothing happens according to your wish.. He came.. Not to end her suffering but to increase it.A beast.. Heartless psycho.. Mafia boss... and Her worst nightmare...Will she be able to make him believe her innocence or will he end up in a pit of her love... A love.. His crazy love for her which wants nothing but to make her...Damon's Possession...WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.. READ IT ON YOUR OWN RISK.

“You’re not pure enough to carry my heir.” Damian Blackwood doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want a wife. He wants a child—and only a child—to secure his inheritance. Marriage is unnecessary, feelings are too dangerous. And Vanessa, the woman he’s been tangled with for years, is too reckless, too free, and too… everything he can’t afford. Then comes Evelyn. Beautiful, intelligent, and quietly brave, she’s desperate enough to sign a contract that binds her to Damian, agreeing to carry his child. With no strings, and no emotions attached. Just a deal. Except nothing stays perfect for long. Because Vanessa isn’t done, she has her own secret, her own plan, and suddenly two women are carrying Damian’s heir. One wants to protect her heart, the other wants to claim what she believes is hers. And Damian? He’s about to learn that wealth, power, and contracts cannot control the one thing that matters most—the human heart. Passion, betrayal, and secrets that cut deeper than any deal. Every choice has consequences, and in this dangerous game of love and legacy, no one is untouchable.

Book Two of The Moon & Sun Series After everything that I have been through in my decidedly short 18 years of life, I kara Ravenfield, am determined to show them all that I can in fact do this. It's not going to be easy, there's an unknown threat looming, and I feel it in my bones that it's going to affect so much more than just the other wolf packs. There's a new unexpected title for me to bear and somehow live up to. No pressure there. More like a ton of anxiety-inducing pressure. I thought I had all figured out, thought I knew exactly what to expect...but now everything is uncertain and I'm left feeling like I'm treading water in the hopes of not drowning. The thing, or perhaps I should say things, that keeps me going is knowing that I am not doing this alone, I have support. People who have my back but give me the courage and the space to do it my own way. After all, what more can you ask for in potential mates than pure acceptance and support.

My body has a special nourishing effect. However, both of my marriage engagements were called off. My first fiance was a religious man who broke his celibacy to make love to me. He canceled the engagement because he couldn't forgive himself. My second fiance was my childhood friend. He made love to me every night. Then, he apologized to me and said I couldn't satisfy him. When I was about to take my life, I saw them acting out a pure love story at my friend's bedside. "Sophia, I won't force you if you don't want to do it." "For you, I'm fine with keeping our relationship platonic. I don't mind if we never do it. I can hold myself back!" They treat her gently, as if she will shatter with a single kiss. I put the noose away and call my father. "Dad, I'm not against it anymore. You can send me to the son of the Lowell family to treat his impotence."

When I accompany my best friend, Olivia Martin, to the hotel in hopes of catching her partner in the act red-handed, I end up catching my own husband, Wilson Gunner, instead. I don't break down in tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. In fact, I even shoot a smile at the young lady who's with Wilson. "Don't worry. I'll keep this a secret." The lady shoots me a grateful look before stumbling out of the hotel room haphazardly. Not only does Wilson not feel any sense of shame, but he also looks at me approvingly. "I knew you were sensible enough to not cause a fuss. Since you're a plastic surgeon, you should know that it's rare to see young ladies who have never gone under the knife nowadays. "The woman from earlier is au naturale. Besides, she's all clean and pure, so you have nothing to worry about." I lower my gaze and nod gently in agreement. But I don't plan on telling Wilson that the so-called au naturale woman was still a young man last week.

****MATURE CONTENT*** His thick cock stretched me open, knot swelling at my entrance as thunder crashed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was bent over his mahogany desk like a whore, pregnant belly pressed against the cool wood, cum from countless loads already leaking down my thighs. “Beg, little Omega,” Damien growled, voice pure Alpha command, silver-streaked hair wild as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “Beg your best friend’s daddy to knot this greedy c*** and flood your womb again.” I broke. “Please, Alpha… knot me. Breed me deeper. Ruin me while Sophia sleeps down the hall.” He slammed home with a vicious thrust, the massive knot locking us together as he pumped me full, hot and endless, marking me from the inside while I screamed his name loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I was no longer my best friend’s innocent girl. I was his pregnant, dripping, cock-drunk Omega whore. And I never wanted it to end.

I could hear his heart race as he spoke, my head pressed against his chest. “And were you pleased with what you found?” I asked, giving in to the urge to find out exactly what he thought of me. “I found you to be exactly what I had hoped for, after all these years. You’re smart, funny and generally adorable. You drive me insane with your stubbornness. You have a gorgeously alluring figure and a pure, sweet face. Most importantly, you’re someone who I could live with for the rest of eternity.” He squeezed me gently, running his fingers through my tangled hair. *** Seventeen year old Callista is just your average teenage girl, however when she starts to have strange dreams after coming into contact with a mysterious guy in a coma things become complicated: especially when she begins to suspect that he is trying to speak to her through her dreams. Launched into an alternate realm with Greek gods, succubi and all things mythological, Callista struggles to balance her new-found destiny and her life in the human realm.

Oh yeah! Oh Brandon!" Alex screams as I suck her clit into my mouth and gently tap it with my tongue. Sliding a finger into her pussy, I piston it in and out while I devour her clit with my mouth. Alex is rocking all over the couch now, moaning and crying words of encouragement. "Oh! Oh! Just like that! Oh yeah! Oh Fuck!" she pants, as she grabs my hair and humps her pussy against my face. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a filthy, no-limits collection of taboo erotic. Step siblings, step-daddies, group play, rough dominance, lesbian heat, orgies, and kinks that would make the devil blush. If that scares you… keep scrolling. Still here? Good. You’re exactly who this is for. This isn’t romance with a side of spice. This is pure, addictive, taboo sex—short, interconnected stories that keep getting darker, wetter, and more forbidden. This story pushes limits, shatters morals, and explores the kind of desire people pretend they don’t fantasize about. The first hit is free. The rest will cost you coins—and maybe your morals. If you’re ready for sin without apology… enter.

Yuri wasn’t looking for anything pure or righteous. He’d never known tenderness, nor did he want to know. It didn’t fit with being Bratva. But when he met her, this tiny bundle of woman, he almost wished he were different. Something about her just appealed to a place deep inside him. A feeling he never realized was even there. She had reached down deep into his soul and taken a piece of him. For her, he almost wished he was different. Because now that he had tasted her he wouldn’t let her go. Raven knew who he was and what he was but she never expected to be drawn to him. She had nothing to offer a man like him. He was one man she never should have met, let alone been allowed to taste. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more. She knew she should have walked away from him for her own sake. But if she did, she’d be nothing more than a shattered soul.