Romans & histoires The Salt Fix

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

“Do you know what arousal tastes like, little wolf?” The rich deepness of his voice dripped into her ears like honey. His grip on her thighs was firm, scalding, even as her legs wrapped around him. Those emerald eyes darkened with a hunger that ignited every heat pore inside of her. Behind her, Evander’s lean athletic figure pressed against her back, sandwiching her between them. His face buried deep in her neck and the messy red hair sending tingles down her spine with every brush against her cheek. “I'll tell you,” he rasped, answering his brother's question. “It tastes like submission... salt, sweat, and the sweet little whimpers she tries to hide from us.” ****** Rochelle thought agreeing to an open relationship with her long-time crush would bring her closer to love, until he leaked a private video and humiliated her in front of the entire school. Heartbroken and furious, she turns to the last people anyone would expect: the cold, dangerous Rogue Princes, her new stepbrothers and Darren’s worst enemies. They agree to help her destroy him… but only if she plays their twisted game. Fake romance by day and their dirty little secret by night. But they say you should never make a deal with the devil because he won't stop until there's nothing left of you. In her case, there were three of them. And the worst thing she did was fall for them.

Ellie was never the first choice. On the day of her wedding, she was replaced by her stepsister for not losing enough weight, her name becoming the city's favorite scandal overnight. The humiliation didn't end here. To fix the disgrace, her father married her off to a dying man with a checkered past. However, the man waiting for Ellie in the White mansion wasn't weak or old. Zack was dangerous, infuriatingly handsome, and impossible to read. He called himself her stepson, but the way he looked at her? Felt nothing like family! As Ellie began to uncover truths about her ex's betrayal and her family's lies, she realized one thing. Her new life wasn't a punishment. This was a beginning of something far more dangerous...

JOSEPH IS GONE.. Matteo Rossi has nothing left. On that night he lost his only love, the only one person who had given his life meaning, Matteo chose grief over filial duty. Now, with the Rossi empire, waiting on Matteo to fix it from crumbling, Matteo finds himself at the mercy of Rowan Hayes, the cold-blooded killer who caused his pain. Rowan Hayes wanted revenge on the Rossi name, but seeing the heir utterly broken sparks a terrifying, ungodly obsession. He won't kill the heir; he’ll keep him. Ruined and exposed, Matteo is forced into a life with this icy, cold hearted killer while Rowan is determined to own every shattered piece of him.

For eighteen years, I was raised as the Frost Pack's cherished heiress-an Alpha's daughter, a future Luna, promised to power and glory. Then, under the full moon, the truth was revealed. Their true heiress came back and I was found as a fake. Branded an impostor, accused of poisoning the "real" daughter, I was cast into Angel Reform Academy-a place that pretends to "fix" heirs but in truth grinds us into trash. Two years of whips, cages, and silence. Two years of waiting for the family who never came. Now the two-year reformation period ended,but I survived. And I'm done begging for love. The next time they see me, I won't be the discarded pup they abandoned. I'll be the wolf with fangs bared, the storm they created, the heir they can never erase.

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she’d forget by morning. But obsessions don’t fade. They grow. In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin. A therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for him. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren’t heroes. They’re cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover. If you’ve ever whispered “What if…” Filthy Obsessions was written for you.

Audrey Watson needs this job. Badly. Her family is drowning in debt, their business is gone, and now, they might even lose their home. So, when she lands a job at the famous Gibson's Corporation, she promises herself she’ll do whatever it takes to keep it. But on her first day, everything goes wrong. First, she lies to her scary, rich, handsome boss, Jazper Ray Gibson. Second, she catches his attention in all the wrong ways. And third… she can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Now, she must survive strict rules, scary bosses, and a growing attraction to the one man who could ruin her career… or change her life forever. Can Audrey fix her mess, save her family, and maybe… win his heart?"

"Not everything can be solved so easily," he said. "I'll help you and fix all the issues in your company, but only if you agree to be my fake wife." Felicity, a determined businesswoman fighting to save her family's struggling company, Lee Corp, meets Bryle, a young multi-billionaire businessman and her ex-fiancé whom she had refused to marry years earlier. Desperate to avoid her family's company shutdown, she proposes a partnership to Bryle, but he offers a different deal: a two-year fake marriage in exchange for his help resolving Lee Corp's problems. In her desperation, she agrees to Bryle's terms, not anticipating that their fake marriage would lead to unexpected complications. Will they find themselves falling for each other, or will they remain merely fake spouses bound by desire?

Eira Silverclaw’s heart shattered as she stood before the man she had given everything to—the man she had loved, trusted, and sacrificed for. For three years, she had poured her soul into their marriage, taking on responsibilities beyond her own, all for the sake of their pack’s future. But now, on the third anniversary of their union, everything she had worked for was crumbling in an instant. Her husband, Alpha Kieran Blackthorn, was no longer the man she had married. The pride in his eyes as he gazed at the woman he brought home—his mistress, pregnant with his child—was a dagger to her heart. The audacity of his words, cold and calculated, rang in her ears. “She is pregnant with our child. Since you couldn’t afford to give birth for three years, her child will be ours too. The three of us. Now, you should refer to her as a younger sister.” Her breath caught in her throat. "Shameless." The word echoed in her mind, but she couldn’t speak it aloud. What could she say? Her world was falling apart, and he was only adding salt to the wound. With her marriage falling apart, Eira wasn’t the type to let anyone decide her fate—not even the man who had once been everything to her. “Marry me, Magnus Ironfang.” She looked into the eyes of her husband’s most dangerous rival—the cursed Alpha of the North. Cold, ruthless, and feared by all, Magnus was the last man anyone would expect her to turn to. But with her marriage in ruins and her heart broken, what did she have left to lose?

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and c*m, red rooms equipped for flo****g, bo***ge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gr**ic, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a**-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.