Novel & Cerita Spicy Standalone Books

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

He smelled good even from here. Dante nodded, pouring another glass of whiskey and sliding it across the counter toward me. “Sit. You look like you could use this. And talk if you want. I’ve got steaks on the grill out back under the cover. Dinner’s almost ready.” He didn’t push, just leaned against the counter watching me with those dark eyes. No judgment, no awkward pity like everyone else in the family had given me since the split. I took the glass and sipped, the burn going down nice and warm into my belly. “Thanks. I didn’t know you’d be here. Last thing I wanted was to crash your alone time.”

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

I wake up, clean, make sure he has something to eat, clean again then sleep. But that wasn't all there was to me. I wanted my boss. I wanted him so bad that I fucked my dildo while thinking of him every night. I wanted those veiny hands to spank my ass while his fingers explored my insides. I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore.

But something about its presence, the way it was there without explanation, paralyzed me. I bent down to pick it up. My fingers met the paper, smooth and cold. I turned it over for a long time before opening it, weighing it, feeling it, trying to guess its contents by touch alone. There was something about this paper, this black ink, that sent a chill down my spine. And heat elsewhere. Very hot. A wave of heat in the pit of my stomach, inexplicable, inappropriate.

He lit another cigarette, staring out the window into the quiet night. A tall figure appeared outside without warning. Conrad sprang to his feet and bolted out, desperate to reach the person. "Conrad, what are you doing? You're hurting me." "It's you?" It wasn't me. That was just Conrad's hallucination. The person standing before him was Jenny. Jenny frowned slightly, putting on a pitiful act. "Jean's been spreading rumors about me, Conrad. Now my reputation's ruined. Can you help me fix this?"

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”