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I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.

Why is everyone rejecting me, Adam? You want to send me off too? Like I don’t matter?” “Sofia…” Adam whispered, taking her face gently in his hands. Her tears soaked his palms as she sobbed uncontrollably. “You know how much I love you, how much I’ve wanted this,” he began, his voice steady but pained. “But not like this, Sofia. Not when you’re hurting like this. You’re not in the right state of mind, and I don’t want to take advantage of that. You’re too important to me.” She shook her head again, her hands trembling as she grabbed his and guided them to her dress. “Defile me, Adam,” she choked out, her voice raw and desperate ********** Two families, one battlefield. For generations, the Kavanaughs and the Monteros have been at war, boardrooms clashing, businesses sabotaged, and grudges passed down like family heirlooms. At the Worldwide CEO Summit, however, the game changes. Arrogant, driven Adam Kavanaugh expects to spar with his lifelong rival, Mateo Montero. Instead, he’s blindsided by a fierce and captivating substitute, Sofia Montero. Bold, brilliant, and beautiful, Sofia is everything he wasn’t prepared for and everything he can’t seem to resist. * Adam and Sofia fought for their love but the family Rivalry fought against them. The families discovered that Sofia was already carrying Adam's offspring….not just one but two…….Twins In a world where love is the ultimate vulnerability, can Adam and Sofia bridge the chasm of rivalry? Or will the sins of their families condemn them to a love that was never meant to be? Will the children involved change anything? This is a tale of hate turned passion, family legacies in turmoil, and the cost of choosing love over loyalty.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

Fuck, look at you,” he growled, backing her against the desk, voice low and rough. “Sitting in my class every day with that innocent little smile while your pussy’s soaked for your brother’s best friend.” She whimpered as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. “Tell me, baby,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing her pulse, “how many times have you touched yourself thinking about your professor bending you over this desk and ruining you?” Her breath hitched. “Too many…” He chuckled darkly, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. “Good girl. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me when you’re sitting in my lecture tomorrow, trying not to moan my name in front of everyone.” --- He teaches by day… and rules the road by night. Fleeing New Orleans was supposed to be Nirvana Hale’s fresh start. She was finally going to meet Adrian Cross; her brother’s best friend and the voice that had comforted her through her darkest nights. But the man waiting for her in New York is a stranger. He’s the lethal enforcer of a notorious motorcycle club, a man who treats her like a burden to be locked away. Just as Nirvana begins to hate the man she once adored, the world shifts again. On her first day at Rodrigo University, she walks into her lecture hall to find Adrian standing at the podium. In a crisp suit and glasses, Professor Cross is composed, brilliant, and completely off-limits. Now, Nirvana is trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. By day, he's the teacher who refuses to look her in the eye. By night, he’s the biker who makes her pulse race.

She returned with secrets that could destroy them both. He hates her. He wants her. And he’ll never forgive the only girl who still owns his heart. ***** I moaned into his mouth as Noah pressed me harder against the railing, his body solid and demanding against mine. One of his big hands slid down to grip my ass through the thin silk of my dress, squeezing possessively as he ground his hips forward. Gosh, he was rock hard. I could feel every thick inch of him. “Feel that?” he rasped against my lips. “That’s what watching you with him did to me. I’ve been hard all night thinking about dragging you somewhere dark and fucking the attitude right out of you.” My breath hitched, but I forced a smirk. “Poor baby. Jealousy looks good on you, Hale. Too bad you don’t deserve any of this.” He bit my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “You talk so much shit for someone whose nipples are hard enough to cut glass right now.” His free hand slid up my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the silk, sending heat straight between my legs. “Bet you’re soaked too. Bet if I pushed my hand between your thighs I’d find you dripping for the man you claim to hate.” “Keep dreaming,” I shot back, but my voice came out breathy and weak. My hips rolled against him anyway, chasing the friction I desperately needed.

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck. “Tell me” Serena breathed. “I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza” “Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched. “I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear. Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple. Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting. Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening. “Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again. Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts, Was this how it felt to drown, She thought. Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness. His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center. He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.

“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.” His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake. Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes. He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features. “Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,” “Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….” He leaned forward, his breath hot as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “I will taint you so bad,” he whispered, his hand tightening against my crotch. “So bad you won’t have the courage to stand on the altar you abandoned me for.” ****** At sixteen, Ezreal Vossell took the fall for a murder to protect the only boy he ever loved—Baron Lander, the timid son of the town’s high priest. A known delinquent, the bastard child of the mayor, but the only one who saw him for his true self was Baron. Ezreal made the ultimate sacrifice, and all he wanted in return was Baron’s support. But alas, on the day of the trial, Baron betrayed him, casting him aside to please his father. Ezreal was sentenced to life in prison, his heart shattered beyond repair. Fifteen years later, he was released, but gone was the naive sixteen-year-old. He’s returned as the ruthless leader of a mafia syndicate, and with all the power and wealth at his fingertips, he yearned for one thing alone. Revenge.

Content Warning: This book is rated +18 and is intended for adults only. It delves into explicit sexual content, graphic language and morally questionable themes. “Tell me, Summer” he said quietly, voice dropping seductively low, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck. “Are you tired of playing the devoted little wife to my brother?” The question hit like a direct blow to the gut.  My breath hitched.  This was so wrong, I told myself over and over, my fists clenching so hard. But still, it didn't stop my pussy from pulsing so fast.  I clenched my thighs, hard, but it was pointless. The ache was already too intense. I felt soaked, strung tight. I could feel my juice sliding down my thigh. He was close. Too close.  If I had moved back an inch, I would have felt his chest against my back. I hated how much I wanted that. I hated how badly I craved something I should never have entertained.  He was my brother-in-law.  DIRTY AFFAIRS is an Erotic Compilation that dives into the kind of decadent desire that leaves you soaking wet one dirty chapter at a time. Behind closed doors, lovers give in to cravings they've denied for far too long— cravings that bind, bruise, consume and heal in equal measure.  Each story unwraps a different forbidden thrill: long-buried obsession reignited at cozy reunions, dangerous chemistry with one person you shouldn't want, irresistible pull toward someone who sees every secret hunger you thought you've tucked safely away. Here, characters surrender to passion that is both tender and consuming—power play, obsession, temptation, tension that coils tight as ribbon around a gift meant to be opened slowly…or ripped.

M“You want to stop? Fine. I’ll stop. But at the end of the day, pretty, you’re the one that’ll come begging.” “Want to bet?” My voice comes out shaky. Just like my legs.  Devon’s gray eyes light up, his lips curling into a smirk. “Bet. Which one of us gets to break before the wedding night.” This is a bad idea.  Everything in me is screaming not to take it.  I know. I fucking know.  Devon is a blockbuster curse. I’ve gotten a taste of him and I want more.  Heat and wetness floods my pussy. I want him again. I should refuse. I should walk back to Carter and pretend to be a loving wife. Instead, I nod. “Deal.” **** I caught my husband, Carter Stein, having sex with a man and a woman. His reply? “Our marriage is open now. This is normal. ” I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. Every opportunity to get a survive failed, and I was left at my wits end. Until I met him. Devon Sinclair. My husband’s older brother. A man soaked in danger and sex. I thought to myself “my perfect revenge.” But Devon wasn’t the savior I thought he was. No. He was the wolf. And I was the lamb naive enough to wander into his den. He sunk his teeth into me. Mind, body and soul. I can’t escape him, not even in death. I taste my blood on his kisses. He’ll ruin me, totally and beyond repair. I shouldn’t have crossed his path. I shouldn’t have kissed him. But I did. And the worst part? I’ll walk into his den again with an invitation taped on my forehead.