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I never knew that one day I would be begging to be fucked by Damian Steels— my best friend’s father. But I also did not know how huge his cock was, when I found out, I couldn't help but spread myself on his table, and moan when he spanks my ass. He is cold and strict, but also fucking sexy at the same time. To the world he was my best friend's dad, but to me, he was the man who made me wet without touching me, who made me squirt just by seeing his cock, and who made my pussy walls clench hard just by calling my name. What are the odds? My best friend finding out about my escapade with her dad? Or me having the best fuck of my life?

Lucy loved her ex-boyfriend deeply, and everyone thought she would never leave him. One day, Lucy suddenly disappeared. Three days later, Her ex-boyfriend asks his assistant: "Does Miss Lucy realize her fault and apologize to me? " The assistant: "No, not yet." Three months later, Her ex-boyfriend asks again: "Does Miss Lucy make a plea to get back together? " The assistant: "No, sir, she did not have time to reply. Two other gentlemen said they were her exes. One was a president, richer and more attractive than you, and the other was a young talent player, younger and more handsome than you. ."

A storm. A wrong turn. A stranger in the dark.Elara Voss has spent her life hiding the fever that burns through her once a year ,a desperate, shameful hunger she’s never understood. One blood-moon night, it drives her deep into forbidden mountains… and straight into the path of a man who looks at her like prey.Kai Blackthorn doesn’t do gentle. He’s all hard muscle, silver eyes, and raw command. The second he breathes her in, something primal snaps inside him. One touch, one taste, and he’s lost,claiming her body against his cabin walls, on the rug by the fire, in his bed until dawn, in ways she’s never even fantasized about.She flees before sunrise, convinced it was a reckless mistake she can bury forever.But some mistakes have consequences.Three months later, Elara’s quiet new life begins to unravel… and Kai has never stopped hunting the woman whose scent is branded on his soul.He’s coming for her. And this time, he won’t let her run.

Two lives. One obsession.By day, she's a street thief with killer curves and a hidden hunger. By night, she sells her body to the highest bidder.By day, he's a billionaire CEO closing deals. By night, he's the masked mafia king who rules the shadows.She stole his black card. He stole her freedom.But years ago, behind masks in a dark room, their bodies already knew each other scent, scar, birthmark. Now the chase is on. And when the masks fall... neither will escape.

He didn't love her but she became his Mrs. Jack. She couldn't interfere with his personal behavior and couldn't tell others that she was his wife. When his ex-girlfriend returned as promised, she handed him the divorce agreement, saying, "She's back, and I'm returning your freedom." But he just laughed and said, "Mrs. Jack, you even have our child. Where else do you want to go?"

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

My personal maid assumed my identity and secretly bound herself to Sebastian Vitale, who had been living under our roof. On our wedding night in my previous life, Sebastian discovered I was not the woman he loved. From that moment on, he began a quiet investigation and convinced himself that, driven by jealousy, I had forced the maid to her death. Over the next ten years, he used the power of my Mafia family to rise steadily through the ranks, eventually becoming the new Don. On the surface, he treated me with tenderness and care. Behind my back, he destroyed my entire family. As for me, after years of enduring his calculated cruelty, I met my end beneath the icy surface of a lake on a bitter winter night. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Sebastian knelt and begged for our marriage alliance.

Tate and Liam have known each other since they were five years old. They have been best friends through everything, school and now into their senior year at school. They have no secrets from each other. Well except this one. I'm Tate and I have a secret. I'm helplessly in love with Liam but I don't want to ruin our friendship and I think he only sees me as his bestie. Maybe it is just a crush and it will wear off. Then one day I kiss him......

I have had a crush on Yannick for ten years but was too scared to confess. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. So, I tied him up and took what I wanted—again and again. His eyes burned red as he struggled. "Yulia! If you’ve got the guts, untie me!" I thought that the second I let him go, he would strangle me in fury. But instead, he flipped the script—dominating me with a raw, almost punishing intensity, not stopping for a second. "Yulia, do I look like some weakling to you? So weak that you had to drug me?"

"This year, there's only one spot available–and I fought hard to secure it for you. "If things don't work out with Baron Cole, I'll talk to him. You two have a strong relationship. Waiting a few years won't matter." As I stared at the application form my professor handed me, my hands would not stop trembling. In my previous life, I spent forty years married to Baron. We raised a son and a daughter. I thought that was what a complete, fulfilled life looked like. However, after he died, while sorting through his belongings, I found a box filled with letters and photographs. That was when I learned the truth–he had always loved someone else. She was his first love… and the biological daughter of the family that raised me. Back in 1984, he hid my study-abroad application, giving the opportunity to her instead. From that moment on, I became a housewife. And he devoted himself to helping the woman he loved rise–until she returned from overseas as a celebrated professor. Even my own son later turned their story into a drama, glorifying their restrained, enduring love. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I first received that application form. This time, I did not hesitate. "Professor, I'm going abroad."