Vic Fuentes Funny

18+ WARNING: This story contains extreme explicit content, including non-consensual to consensual themes, group sex, breeding, public humiliation, degradation, taboo elements, rough anal, multiple partners, and graphic sexual acts. Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with caution – this is dark, filthy erotica with no redemption arc. I was Daddy's innocent little princess, locked away and untouched. Then his enemies took me. They fucked me hard, filled me up, made me come until I screamed their names. At first I hated it. Now I crave it. Every cock, every load, every public humiliation. Daddy saw me ruined and dripping, and I still begged for more. I'm not his anymore. I'm theirs. Completely broken, completely addicted, and I never want it to stop.

Si Averill Mae Fuentes ay hindi simpleng tao gaya ng karamihan. Nakikita, naririnig, at nahahawakan niya ang mga kaluluwa ng mga taong namayapa na. Naging kaibigan niya ang isa sa mga kinatatakutan ng mga ito na kilala sa bansag na 'grim reaper'. Si Silas, sa kabilang banda ay isang multo, guwapong multo na kahit na si Averill na tao ay agad na napansin. Paano kung isang araw, ang guwapong multo ay humingi ng pabor sa kaniya? Matulungan kaya ni Averill ang guwapong multong ito? Paano kung mahulog ang loob ng isa sa kanila? Handa kaya syang malaman ang sikretong bumabalot sa pagkatao ni Silas o tuluyan itong magiging dahilan para layuan siya? Walang pinipili ang pag-ibig, ngunit paano kung sumibol ito sa pagitan ng multo at ng tao?

When Dante Moretti discovers his arranged husband is the son of the man who massacred his family, he sees the perfect opportunity for revenge. Alessandro Santoro accepts the marriage as penance for sins he couldn't prevent, expecting nothing but the punishment he believes he deserves. But living together reveals cracks in the story both families told. Alessandro wasn't the enemy Dante thought. Dante isn't the monster Alessandro feared. As they uncover the real conspiracy behind the massacre, they're forced to choose between the vengeance that's defined them and the fragile connection growing between them.

Vincenzo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he never, ever loses. When you spill Mancini blood, payment comes due—with interest. Stacy Salvatore should have been an easy target. The daughter of the man who slaughtered his mother and tried to burn his family empire to ash. His perfect revenge, gift-wrapped and delivered to his doorstep. He had it all planned out: take everything from her, break her spirit, and kill her. What he didn't plan for was her backbone of steel and eyes that burn with the same ruthless determination as his own. She's no cowering captive. She's a storm wrapped in human skin, fighting him with every breath, challenging the code he's lived by since childhood. With each clash between them, the lines blur. Enemy. Obsession. Addiction. Her defiance becomes the only thing that makes him feel alive, and the vengeance he's chased for years might just start tasting like ash in his mouth. But blood debt must be paid. In full.

Her eyes flashed in his direction, a sudden alarm making the hair on her neck stand straight on end, "You can not hurt me. I'll kill you first." "I don't doubt it," he nodded. "But can I atleast have a taste?" “Look, I don't have enough blood to feed your wolf with. We could go on a hunt now if you want.” She sucked in her breath, "But expecting that you'll be feeding on my blood all the time? That is not going to happen." He sprang to his feet, standing in her way, "I didn't only mean I wanted a taste of your blood, Kris." "Don't call me that!" It felt too comfortable on his lips. "Alright, Kris," he drawled stubbornly, "I meant that I also want a taste of your lips. Because the next time I feed on your blood, and I'm going to, I won't want it to come from your wrist, I would want it to come from your neck– and possibly your lips." ** ** ** Two brothers; one an Alpha and the other a Rogue, must fight an age long prophecy which promises destruction to one and redemption to the other. But all this can only happen if one of them claims The Silver Wolf. But Earl Malory, Alpha of New Knight Pack has already laid his claims on the fiesty beautiful Lady Alpha, Laurel Kris without realizing she might be the trouble he’s been running from. But when his brother shows up to claim the Alpha’s new bride on their bonding night, all hell breaks loose. To defeat his rogue brother, Earl must either keep the Silver Wolf by his side or kill her to save his own life. But he might be willing to take chances, which opens him to new enemies.

I watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.

When the heat becomes unbearable… desire ignites. Rival firefighters ripping off gear in a steamy locker room. Straight best friends trapped in a scorching sauna, sweat turning curiosity into raw hunger. A powerful boss bending his eager intern over the desk during a city-wide blackout. Frat rivals claiming each other roughly on the moonlit beach. Roommates, mechanics, coaches, werewolves, and strangers — all surrendering to filthy, no-limits passion. Twenty-five explosive M/M shorts packed with sweat, dominance, desperate moans, and throbbing need. Hate sex. First times. Forbidden touches. Primal releases. Each story is a fast-burning blaze — quick to light, impossible to put out. ⚠️ Extremely explicit. Graphic M/M action. 18+ only. Dare to feel the burn?

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.

Warning: This collection contains explicit adult content, including intense power dynamics, dominance/submission, dubious consent themes in fantasy context, BDSM elements, age-gap scenarios, breeding kink, group play undertones, and graphic sexual situations. Strictly for readers 18+. All stories feature consenting adults in fictional scenarios. In this scorching anthology, eight ruthless, ultra-wealthy billionaires each claim total ownership over the woman who enters their world—whether through debt, auction, obsession, or sheer predatory desire. Every novella stands alone, delivering a different flavor of erotic heat while threading the addictive "owned by the billionaire" fantasy throughout. Dive into whichever kink calls to you... or devour them all.

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.