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They said I was nothing but a slave and I could never be the Luna of their pack Was that true? They said that I was a whore and just a pleasure machine to make men feel good . I could never accept that . They said that I was a fucking mistake and no one wanted me not even my father and I should be grateful for the miserable life that the monster had placed me on but how could I accept that . Being the only child and daughter of a single mother who becomes the wife to the most powerful and ruthless alpha and mother to his triplets sons and I being made to go through the pain of her decisions . I was nothing but a mere slave to them but why did they fear my existence? , why did men shudder at the sight of me , was I really the bitch they thought I was ? I wasn’t going to let anyone take what was mine , they thought that I was just the miserable step daughter to him but what they didn’t know was that I am going to be the storm that will destroy them. No one was going to take what was mine and with blood and sweat , I was going to take my revenge

“Daddy, I’ve made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me.” His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider. “Since you’ve saved me, it couldn’t stop twitching for you. And I don’t know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside.” He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine. “Fuck,” I growled, rolling my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower, and my gaze landed on the prettiest, reddish, tight hole I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life. My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me. I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs. “Yes, Daddy Alpha. I want you.” He winced, his nails digging into my biceps. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my tights, feeling a hard bulge between them. “Daddy, devour me already.” His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole. ~~~~~ Behind closed doors, rules shatter and hearts unravel. SINFUL AFFAIRS invites you into a world where desire whispers in the dark and every sin feels like salvation. Here, men ache for what they shouldn’t touch. They love too hard, crave too deeply, and sin too beautifully. Every story is a confession of hunger, heartbreak, and need. And once you step inside… you’ll never want to leave. So, you’re welcome to join the kind of sin you’ll beg to repeat. Now, if you dare, enter their world and let’s see if you can handle the heat.

My sister's husband smirked. "You can call me the devil, but I know what I want." My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I stared at Damon's nûde body. This felt so wrong. He was my brother-in-law. "What do you want?" I breathed. Damon took a step closer, his gaze dark with intent. "You. I want you, Ava. I want to own you, and I’m done watching Walter hover around you like he has a chance. You belong to me." ~~~~~~ After a devastating breakup, Ava finds herself homeless in New York. Her older sister, Adrianna, offers her a place to stay, but moving in with her turns out to be the biggest mistake—or temptation—of her life. Adrianna and Damon’s marriage seems perfect on the outside, but cracks are beginning to show, and Ava gets caught in the middle. Damon is dangerous, possessive, and alluring. Despite every effort to resist, Ava finds herself drawn to him in ways she shouldn't be. Torn between loyalty and an undeniable attraction, Ava struggles against the forbidden pull of her sister’s husband. But when the tension between them becomes unbearable, one question remains—will she give in and damn the consequences? Find out in this gripping forbidden romance.

“Take it off, dusha moya.” His voice was a low, feral growl against my ear. His kisses trailed down my neck—slow, claiming, deliberate. His gaze burned where it landed… on my ring. The ring my husband gave me. The husband who wasn’t him. “Why?” I whispered, breathless. Cassian’s lips brushed my chest, hot and possessive. “I don’t want any trace of him on you while I fuck you.” The ring slid off my finger. The jewel hit the floor. And my world shattered all over again. — Elara Mei was the perfect daughter—obedient, quiet, raised to follow orders without question. Even when it meant breaking her own heart by leaving Cassian Ivanov. Years later, her father signs a contract with the powerful Ivanov family. The price? Her marriage to their second son. She accepts. Like she always does. Until she discovers the truth— Her new husband’s brother is the man she once loved. The man she never stopped loving. The man who will burn the world to claim her back. Caught between loyalty and desire, duty and obsession, Elara must make an impossible choice: The man she’s bound to by contract… or the man who owns her heart, her body, and her ruin?

18+ Explicit Content - Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content Warnings: This collection contains graphic sexual content, taboo relationships, age-gap dynamics, power imbalances, infidelity, and explicit adult language. Reader discretion is advised. Every sinner has a confession waiting to be heard. From forbidden affairs to dangerous temptations, Sinners Confessions: Dirty, Sinful & Depraved Affairs unveils stories of lust, betrayal, obsession, and the dark desires people often hide. Some secrets are intoxicating. Some are destructive. And some should’ve never been confessed at all. *** "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t. "God forgive me..." he muttered, a panicked prayer slipping through his teeth. He gave in. He dropped to his knees right on the floor between my spread thighs. A wicked smile pulled at my lips as I tilted my hips forward, pressing my dripping wetness right against his mouth. "There's no salvation in here. Just you, me, and the sin you're about to swallow. Now open your mouth and eat me."

"Fall in love with THE THORNTONS, a family filled with sexy alpha males, passionate women, and lots of heart, all set in a delightful small town in the Pacific Northwest. It’s Christmas time, and the entire Thornton clan is spending the holidays in a cabin deep in the Washington woods. What could go wrong with twelve adults, four kids, and a dog all staying together in one big cabin? Only the most chaotic—and memorable—Christmas ever! Expect kisses under the mistletoe, lots of (spiked) eggnog, and even a surprise wedding as the Thornton clan celebrates the most romantic holiday of all. Author’s Note: I’ll Be Home for Christmas is set six months after the last book, Till There Was You, ends. It’s recommended that you read the other books first, as this book is an epilogue to the entire series. Merry Christmas and happy reading! ** This book is a part of the LOVE EVERLASTING series, which is one large series following multiple families and friends. Each book can be read as a standalone (unless otherwise noted), or they can be read in order of publication as one long series. Each book is interconnected, with many of the same characters showing up in multiple books. LOVE EVERLASTING THE THORNTONS The Nearness of You The Very Thought of You If I Can’t Have You Dream a Little Dream of Me Someone to Watch Over Me Till There Was You I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas)

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

"I will help you get your revenge, Ashley, but on one condition... Let's get married," My jaw dropped when Asher looked me in the eyes and said those words to me. How could he ask me to marry him? "You are my husband's brother, Asher..." "Your soon-to-be ex husband. You two are going to get a divorce soon. He treated you like a piece of trash, and you want nothing but to get your revenge. Don't you think I'm the best tool you can use?" My heart raced as his hand crawled up my bare thigh while pinning me to the wall, his face nuzzled in my neck as he teased the nape of my neck, sending this weird feeling through my body. "I'm willing to be your tool of vengeance, Ashley," His husky voice made my heart flutter as his breath fanned my ear, biting my earlobe after. "What do you want in return?" I managed to ask him, but his reply made me freeze on the spot. "Be my sex toy, Ashley,"

Elena Rouge found dilemma when she was assigned to reveal the secret of Edward Philippe a.k.a. Martinez from her boss. Life ran hard for her eventually she found that she inherited the bloodline of billionaire and a famous model.

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.