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“You’re just a whore disguising under your church teachings. So fucking greedy that you had to spread your pussy for my son after I’ve wrecked your sweet, tight hole.” Eli sneered into my ears. “Tell me, who fucks you better? Me or my son?” Raised in a strict church orphanage, twenty-year-old Iris St. Luke knew nothing about the world. She accepted a job as a live-in maid at the Hawthorne mansion just to escape—but she walked straight into a trap of pure sin. The Hawthorne family owned everything, and they answered to no one. Eli Hawthorne was the monstrous, billionaire head of the house. He didn't care about her holy background. The moment he caught Iris soaking wet in her uniform, he forced her to confess her deepest desires—and took her right there on his desk. But one devil wasn't enough. Dr. Liam Hawthorne was Eli’s brilliant, deceitful son and heir. Under the guise of helping Iris study medicine, he used his hands and his wicked smile to trap her mind, making it impossible for her to say no to his touch. Soon, Iris was a helpless maid by day and the secret plaything of both father and son by night. She knew she was going straight to hell, but she was too addicted to their rough touch, power, and shared obsession to ever run away. Content Warning: This book is dark, highly taboo, and completely shameless. If you are ready to watch a maid get beautifully ruined by a billionaire father and his son... flip the page. Happy reading!

Author’s Note: Hi loves! I’ve gone back through this story and given it a full polish— If you’ve read it before, you’ll notice differences starting from Chapter one 👀✨ June and Adrien’s love story  Rated 🔞🔞🔞 Moving to Briarwood Hills with her mom and little brother Joey should have been a fresh start for Nineteen year old June. But instead, she's dragged to a shoddy underground club by her new friend where she is dared by the friend to do the unthinkable, fuck Adrien. A cold, notorious, devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills. And she does. However the next morning, when June arrived for breakfast with her new family nothing could have prepared her for who walked in. Adrian her new brother, the very devastatingly handsome cold man who fucked her notoriously took her virginity and left her wanting to be spread open again by him. But Adrien doesn’t seem like last night meant anything to him as he only drags her into his room, giving her three rules Rule number one  Forget what happened last night. Rule number two Stay the fuck away from me and my business. Rule number three If you’re already growing my kid, take it out. But how the hell is June supposed to forget him, when all she can think about is how bad she wants him in her again? Trigger Warning  For mature audience only 🔞 Repeat - for mature audience only 🔞

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

On the day of the World Rally Championship finals, I pressed the accelerator to the floor, ready for the final dash. The next moment, the engine exploded in a deafening roar, and thick smoke instantly filled the cockpit. Flames spread toward the fuel tank. I yanked at the door, desperate to jump out, but the handle wouldn’t budge, and the brakes felt welded in place. In that instant of despair, my husband’s voice came through the comms. “Attention, all teams, no need to rescue her. My wife is the Iron Racer! “For today’s live broadcast challenge, let’s see if she can drive this burning car across the finish line!” His co-commentator, recently recruited onto the team, chimed in with excitement. “Thomas, the sponsor just confirmed! As long as Jane holds on to the end, they’ll increase investment. I can get a permanent spot!” I understood instantly then that the husband on the commentary platform I had supported for years was using my life to pave the way for his mistress. Smoke clawed at my throat. However, I forced down the dizziness and begged, “For the sake of all our years together…” Only for him to cut me off with irritation. “Save your energy for driving. You’re skilled. Just hold on a little longer. Mandy’s promotion depends entirely on you.” The cockpit had become an inferno; my skin searing with every second. I gripped the blistering wheel, steering through the smoke for the last time. This time, my finish line was the commentary platform where the two of them were huddled together.

“You were never meant to wake up in my bed…but now you belong to me.” Lila Smith's world shattered the night her sister drugged her to steal her fiancé. Instead, she woke up naked in the bed of Dominic Valencia, the most feared dangerous mafia boss in the East Coast. One scandalous night ruined her life. Desperate to survive the scandal, she signs a brutal contract: become Dominic's contract wife, and spread her legs for him every single night until she gives him an heir. What begins as terror slowly turns into forbidden attraction. Dominic is sometimes brutal, sometimes dangerously gentle. But one night Lila discovers a shocking truth: she hadn't just slept with one man. She had slept with two. Dominic has an identical twin brother, named Dante. Both equally ruthless, equally possessive, and both brothers now claim her as theirs. Neither of them willing to let her go. Trapped between two identical alpha males who look the same but touch her differently. Every night they take turns. Every night her body betrays her. And every night the line between fear and craving for their touch blurs together. Lila is dragged into a dangerous world of power, obsession, desire and betrayal. In a world where love is weakness and possession is law, one question will decide everything: Can she survive being owned by both… or will the twins tear each other apart trying to keep her?

Lucas Fenrir was the son of the Alpha of the Silvertail Pack, born as the pack's greatest pride. When his Luna and first love, Nara Boris, chose to leave, he married me in a fit of rage—the most unremarkable Omega in the pack. Everyone said I was just a substitute for Nara. They were waiting to see me abandoned, to see me cry, and to see me beg on my knees. Nonetheless, I always smiled and calmly fulfilled Lucas' every demand. I helped him stabilize the pack's morale, stood up for him in public, and even defended him against the rumors that he had rekindled his past romance with Nara. Until one day, I saw him on the streets during the Moon Goddess Festival. He was holding Nara, kissing her deeply. Meanwhile, I simply turned my head away in silence from behind the crowd and pretended I saw nothing. A few months later, I was diagnosed with wolfsbane poisoning that had spread to my nervous system. My condition was beyond saving. I was admitted to the ICU of the pack's hospital, with only a few days left to live. Lucas came when he heard the news. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared and grabbed my dying body. "Why didn't you tell me? Why are you trying to die alone in secret?" I looked at his unhinged expression, my gaze as gentle as it had always been. There was even a faint mocking smile curling at my lips. "Lucas, I've never loved you. "The one I loved… was actually your twin brother—Derrick."

If the idea of the man who should protect you instead pinning you down and claiming every hole makes you squirm, close this book immediately and find something tame. But if your panties are already soaked and your pulse is racing at the thought of forbidden hands on your body… then spread those pages like a good little slut and keep going. This isn’t sweet. This isn’t slow. These stories throw innocent young women straight into the fire—defiant brats broken by the commanding cocks of their dominant stepdads, possessive stepbrothers, hungry step-uncles, dominant fathers-in-law, reclaiming ex-dads, and their father’s best friends. Expect rough throat-fucking that leaves mascara running down flushed cheeks. Expect tight virgin asses stretched wide and pounded mercilessly. Expect fertile little pussies pumped full of thick, risky creampies while they growl filthy promises: “Daddy’s going to knock you up, princess. Fill that womb until you’re carrying my baby.” Sneaking around while Mom sleeps down the hall. Risky quickies that could get them caught any second. Blackmail, power games, and total surrender. These alpha men don’t ask—they take. They train eager mouths, claim every hole, and mark their territory with load after load of hot cum. Breeding. Deepthroat. Anal. Degradation. DDLG. BDSM. Raw, unprotected taboo fucking that leaves trembling thighs sticky and minds completely wrecked. If the thought of being owned, ruined, and bred by the men who raised you makes your cunt clench… welcome home, babygirl. Your men are already hard and waiting.

Christmas was just around the corner, and the head of the company asked us to choose between a bonus and a Christmas gift box for chocolate. I was not much of a sweets person, so I was the first to vote for the bonus. The intern collecting the votes immediately called me out by name in the team chat. "Ella, Christmas is supposed to be about the holiday spirit. Isn't choosing the bonus a bit materialistic?" Even the department manager tagged me. "Ella, the company values team spirit more than anything." In the end, everyone else picked the gift boxes. I was the only one who did not. When the Christmas party arrived, the intern had bought gift boxes filled entirely with nut chocolate. She knew I was allergic to nuts, yet she forced me to try some in front of everyone to show my team spirit. "Ella, this was bought with everyone's bonus money. You cannot just refuse, can you?" The next moment, I was struggling to breathe and a rash spread across my body. The intern looked at me with pure disgust. "Seriously, Ella, do you have to ruin the mood when everyone else is having fun?" I frantically searched my bag for my allergy medicine, but all I could find were a few pieces of chocolate. Seeing me in such a state, the intern laughed. "Medicine is only one part of it. You need more sweets anyway. I swapped your medicine for the chocolate in the gift box." My breathing was getting worse by the second. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted the CEO. [Dad, I'm having an allergic reaction. I'm at the…]

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient ?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

"Say it." I stared at him, refusing to speak. The Alpha took another step forward. "Say that you're not my mate." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't belong to you." A slow smile spread across his face. "That's not what I asked." "I don't care what you asked." His hand closed around my wrist before I could move. The moment he touched me, the bond snapped tight enough to steal my breath. I hated that he felt it too. I hated the satisfaction in his eyes. "You're shaking," he murmured. "I'm disgusted." "You'll survive." I tried to pull away. He didn't let me. "Let me go." "No." "You can't force me to stay." His gaze dropped briefly to the mark glowing beneath my skin. Then he looked back at me. "I can hunt you." My pulse stumbled. "I can find you." I swallowed. "I can drag every secret out of the shadows." His thumb brushed my wrist. "And when I do, you'll finally tell me why an entire pack died the night you got your wolf." My chest tightened. "You're afraid of me." For the first time, his expression darkened. "No, Kaela." His voice dropped low. "I'm afraid of what I'll do to anyone who tries to take you from me.”