Unrelenting 소설 & 이야기

Late nights. Locked doors. Zero rules. In the glittering corporate towers, private yoga studios, and hidden after-hours offices, ordinary people surrender to their darkest, filthiest cravings. Innocent interns, ambitious assistants, stressed professionals, and powerful dominants cross every line — raw, unprotected, and addicted. This explicit 32-book collection delivers unrelenting heat across every dynamic: - MF – Ruthless CEOs and dominant men who bend their women over desks, breed them deep, and claim every hole with choking, spanking, and total ownership. - MM – Straight-to-gay awakenings where “straight” men are bent, stretched, and bred by powerful alphas until they beg for more. - FF– Sensual sapphic surrender that explodes into savage strap-on gangbangs, squirting marathons, and sadistic lesbian domination. - MMF & Group – Filthy threesomes and full gangbangs where willing sluts are airtight, double-penetrated, and pumped full by multiple partners until their bellies swell with cum. Every story is dripping with extreme kinks: heavy breeding (visible cum inflation & impregnation fantasy), raw double & triple penetration, intense BDSM (bondage, edging, pain play, collars, plugs), public risk, office power play, first-time corruption, and total surrender. No condoms. No mercy. No fade-to-black. From the CEO who turns his young intern into a collared desk slut, to the yoga mistress who shares her flexible student with a circle of strap-on-wielding women, to the executive team that transforms their assistant into the firm’s free-use breeding toy — each 5-chapter book builds from seductive tension to total, body-shaking breakdown. Lock your door. These stories don’t just turn you on — they ruin you for anything less. Perfect for fans of raw, no-limits erotica who crave graphic detail, filthy dirty talk, visible breeding effects, and characters who fall helplessly, irreversibly addicted to being used. **Warning:** Extremely explicit. Contains heavy breeding, gangbangs, BDSM, cum play, and zero restraint. For mature readers only.

Zesa Russo commands the boardroom with the same precision and confidence she brings to every aspect of her life. At 28, she’s the fierce CEO of Techya, a company she’s built from the ground up. Driven, unrelenting, and unapologetically bold, she’s never been one to wait for a prince charming to come sweep her off her feet—instead, she’s the force that shapes her own destiny. And her destiny has always involved him. The man who had once eluded her grasp, the one she had silently craved for years. But Zesa isn’t the kind to let love slip through her fingers. No. She's determined to make him hers, no matter what. Slowly, inevitably, she knows he’ll surrender his heart to her—just like everything else she’s ever set her sights on. ____ Levi’s mischievous gaze locks onto mine, daring, seductive, his lips curving into a slow smirk as he steps closer. “Should I stop?” His voice is velvet, deep and teasing, laced with danger. But I don’t flinch. “No,” I breathe, my pulse quickening, every nerve in my body on edge. His smirk deepens, a dark promise in his eyes as his fingers slowly trace the hem of my dress, lifting it with agonizing precision. The whisper of fabric against my skin sends shivers down my spine. His lips—warm, soft, and skilled—graze the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Levi’s hand slips beneath the fabric, fingertips brushing against my desire, teasing, drawing out a soft gasp from me. The heat between us is suffocating, yet intoxicating. “Levi…” My voice trembles as he nips gently at my thigh, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll be the one begging me to stop,” he murmurs, the promise in his words thick, dripping with need.

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was my new reality. “Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. ---- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.