The Filthy Thirteen Book Novels & Stories

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

I have to admit that I never understood the concept of Thanksgiving, maybe because I am a sarcastic fuck that has nothing to be thankful for in his life. I have to admit that I am a bit jealous of Killian and Theo. They have their girls and their kids, and what do I have? An underlying fuck you attitude and a need for random sex all the time. Fucking great. I always wanted a wife and kids, but time has proven to me that I don’t deserve them. What can I say? I have fallen in love before, I was a teenager and she played with my feelings.

I’d fought hard to get scholarships to Eldridge, but the rising costs were crushing. I’d started waiting tables, then stripping at smaller clubs, until Marcus found me for Inferno. The money was dirty, but it paid the bills. And the rush? It fed something dark inside me the power of being wanted, even if it wasn’t real. Elliott’s third finger pushed in deeper, bringing tears to my eyes. I moaned, my body greedily accepting his invasion. "Please," I begged, voice breaking. The thong was soaked, my arousal leaking steadily. He turned me around, pressing me back against the pole, yanking the thong down my thighs until it caught at my ankles.

He growled against my sensitive skin, sending tremors straight to my brain. My fingers tightened in his hair and my moans turned shameless, filling the quiet apartment and echoing through the walls that had never heard this from me before. “ Fuck!” I cursed as the pleasure overwhelmed me. “ I will fuck you Tiana, but not until you are begging me to.” There was something dark about that promise, something that made a fresh wave of arousal to gush out of my pussy. “ Look at this pussy, so desperate and so weeping. Does my brother know that his innocent wife is being a good slut for me?”

“To the one awakening: Your blood sings. The seal weakens. Return before it breaks. Or we will come for you. The Order of the Thirteenth Howl.” My breath caught. Liam read over my shoulder, then muttered, “That sounds… cultish.” “It’s worse,” I said. “The Thirteenth Howl is a forgotten faction of Seers—ones who turned their gifts into weapons. They were wiped out a century ago.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Apparently not.” I crushed the letter in my fist.

Something that made my chest tighten with both lust and dangerous affection. “This is our last night,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I want you to ruin me, Ethan. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks after you leave.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her bare pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. “You are such a filthy little slut,” I growled against her lips. “Sneaking into your stepson’s room every night to get fucked while your husband sleeps downstairs.”

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

Memories flooded me—My thighs pressed together on instinct, betraying me. “They’re triplets who don’t know how to live without sex,” Archer pressed, his grin widening when my face stiffened. “You mean to tell me you’ve stayed untouched by them?” Triplets? God. They're fucking triplets. No wonder they mirrored each other. No wonder the same fire burned in their eyes, just in different shades of cruelty and temptation. Something low in my stomach tightened. Archer leaned in, his smirk deepening. "Oh... they didn't tell you, huh?"