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I'd barely been welcomed back into the inner circle when the fake heir tried to pull me into his little crew. The other rich kids, of course, couldn't resist messing with me. They pushed me to smoke and drink, treating me like some obedient stooge. I was pissed—steam practically coming out of my ears. He, meanwhile, put on this innocent act and said, "Hey, go easy on my brother. He just moved back from the middle of nowhere and doesn't know how things work around here. I'll take this one for him." Everyone ate up his "loyalty," and just like that, my reputation as some clueless hick was sealed. That day, he was set on dragging me to another rich-kid party. I was about to put my foot down when, out of nowhere, the steward from one of the capital's old-money families showed up at our door. He said it was a special order from the lady's father—an extravagant gift. My parents' faces lit up instantly. They clapped the fake heir on the shoulder, practically glowing with pride. "Ryan, you've made us proud! Looks like Sophia's family is more than pleased with you. This engagement—well, it's as good as done!" Ryan straightened his tie with practiced charm, shooting me a smug, taunting look. But when I glanced at the label on the gift box, I couldn't help but laugh. Every new hire at Harrington Group gets the same welcome package. If the Chairman of Harrington Group knew someone was mistaking it for an engagement gift for his daughter, he'd be furious enough to lose sleep.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

"Shut down for rectification, fined $500,000, plus $300 compensation per customer. That’s the penalty from the Food Safety Bureau. Let’s see if you dare serve us gutter oil again!” Yves Larson, a part-timer at a construction site, sends me a provocative text purposefully, as though he's worried that I don't know what's going on. I just stare at the sign that says "closed for renovation", which is hung on the front door of my eatery. Never would I expect that the budget eatery that I've opened for the sake of the workers will be transformed into a blade that's aimed at me, thanks to the very same workers. That night, I sit in the apartment that my dad has left to me before his death. There, I spend the whole night smoking. Early the next morning, I head over to the bank and withdraw the money left behind by my dad, which is 260 million dollars. Half a month later, my eatery is open for business again. Work resumes at the construction site as well. Yves leads the construction workers to the restaurant at lunch. "I've taught him a good lesson last time. This time, I'm very sure that he won't have the guts to serve us cheap food made of shitty ingredients!" What he doesn't know is that the original eatery is already demolished. In its place stands a luxurious five-star restaurant. I stand in front of the main entrance as I perform a welcoming gesture to the workers. "This is a five-star restaurant that offers a private dining experience to you. The minimum bill for each table is 4000 dollars. You're welcome to dine here."

When the girlfriend of my childhood friend, Shane Sheridan, comes over for the first time, I help to prepare a feast to welcome her. Lydia Forestwood glances at the garlic butter shrimp and suddenly flies into a rage. "You deliberately made something I'm allergic to! You want to embarrass and badmouth me in front of my boyfriend so you can take my place. Stop dreaming! If he were ever interested in you, then I wouldn't be here." I'm confused and quickly explain that his mom broke her leg and asked me to come and help. I also explain that I already have a fiancé and have zero interest in Shane. She lets out a cold laugh. "Stop playing hard to get. I can spot a scheming woman in a glance. You cling to my boyfriend shamelessly by claiming to be his close childhood friend every day. It's disgusting! "Take a good look at yourself. You're old and ugly. What man would ever want you? If there's one, he'd have to be blind." Shane is holding back laughter the whole time. Just as I clench my fists, ready to lose my temper, he wraps an arm around his girlfriend and shows off smugly. He says, "She has a sharp tongue, doesn't she? Finally, there is someone who can put you in your place. You won't be able to bully me from now on." I stare at his indifferent expression and slap him hard across the face. "Get lost! Both you and your girlfriend aren't even worthy of my time!"

Her father owes me and marriage to this baffling woman is something I can't stop thinking about. I'll make that deal where she becomes mine by hook or by crook. Not that I like her, it is purely revenge. The more arrogance she shows towards me, the greater I want to break her and make her bend to my will." - When she finds out about the reason for my irate she is on a run. I find out where she is hiding and it's bigger than anything I had imagined. She has a son who is as fragile as she is but his features match mine. My heart can't stop melting and it thuds faster than its pace. But not everything a man wants is realized by God. Her life is in danger, she is chased by someone, and that someone will end at nothing until he gets the evil end that he desires. **** I didn't want to marry the despicable mafia don. But my father made a deal with the devil and I'm the currency. If I leave, he will destroy my father's fortune and if I stay he will obliterate my heart because in this union the lines between love and hate are BLURRED. I am trapped in the world I despise and a man too wicked to fall for, yet in the heat of night he steals everything from me that I can't repent. His breath burns hot against my neck, pushing me to the wall with a lethal look. “We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns.” Woke Up Married to a Barbarous Billionaire is a revenge rejection, enemies to lovers, billionaire romance story.

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

On my eighteenth birthday, I married my mate; except he didn't know I was his fated mate, and he hated me for condemning him alongside myself when I was forced to accept this arranged marriage. "You will marry the Alpha heir of the Burning Moon pack before next month." I quietly watch as the packhouse buzzes with activity as my stepfather's command continues to engulf my troubled thoughts. It's just a few days shy of my 18th birthday, but they aren't preparing for my birthday. They are getting ready to welcome the Alpha and Luna of the Burning Moon pack, along with their Alpha heir. A month ago, my step-father, Alpha Donovan, arranged a marriage contract between the Alpha heir of the Burning Moon Pack, Weston Mercury, and I. I have never met him before. As a diplomatic pawn, that was my biggest value as the Alpha's step-daughter and the daughter of the previous Alpha. --------------- Violet Donovan was the daughter of a fallen Alpha; her mother was taken as the new Alpha's Luna to save her daughter's life. As her 18th birthday approaches and her impending nuptials are around the corner, Violet struggles to accept her new future with no hope to ever find her own fated mate once mated and marked in this arrangement. Weston Mercury is the future Alpha of the Burning Moon pack. He has no interest in the marriage arrangement his father has agreed upon since he has no intention on honoring it. When his plans are detailed, he pledges to make cause pain and misery the rest of their lives; Afterall, vengeance is a meal best served cold. Will he be strong enough to hold steadfast in his convictions, or will he destroy his destiny of glory and passion before it's unveiled?

Content Warning ️ Carnal temptations is extremely explicit and intended for mature audiences 18+ only. It contains graphic sexual content, intense taboo relationships, BDSM, power play, dubious consent, breeding, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In this dripping-wet collection of forbidden erotica, a rebellious college brat gets exactly what she deserves in “Tutored and Fucked”— bent over her desk, tight little pussy stretched and pounded senseless while he teaches her the real meaning of discipline. From there, every fantasy turns darker and nastier: Ruthless Mafia kings kidnap and brutally breed their enemies’ daughters, filling virgin cunts with thick, dangerous cum until their bellies swell. Spoiled royals claim their defiant knights and maids on thrones and palace floors, fucking throats and asses raw under crown and silk. Lesbian assassins and gay mob enforcers tear into each other with savage hunger—scissoring soaked pussies, deepthroating cocks, and fisting holes in blood-stained rooms. Best friends cross every line in sweaty, cum-drenched threesomes. CEOs wreck their secretaries over conference tables, while twisted Doms bind, flog, choke, and breed their willing (and unwilling) subs until they squirt and scream. Every page is soaked in obscene detail: massive cocks slamming into dripping, quivering holes, gagging throats, slapping flesh, filthy degradation, and endless creampies leaking from ruined pussies and stretched asses. This is not romance. This is pure, primal, taboo-shattering filth, where power, lust, and obsession collide in the wettest, most depraved ways possible. Welcome to Carnal temptations…Open it. Spread your legs. And let yourself be completely fucking ruined.

Sixty-nine ways to make you sin. Sixty-nine positions to leave you soaked, dripping, trembling, begging for more until your bellies are bloated with hot loads of cum. These daddies do not hand you candies. They want your mouth wrapped around their dirty, hungry cocks. This is not romance. This is not gentle bedtime stories. This is pure, filthy desire, grown men with hungry mouths, ruthless hands, and cocks that know exactly how to make you cum undone. Neighbors with dark smiles. Daddies who do not ask, only take. Stepbrothers who turn one look into a night you will never forget. From late-night encounters that start with a knock and end with your legs shaking, to a therapist giving you private sessions that blur the line between control and surrender, every story drags you deeper. Tongues that do not stop. Fingers that find every weak spot. Bodies locked together in positions designed to break you open and keep you wet. These innocent virgins are adults with secrets they are ready to unleash, craving dominance, chasing the edge, surrendering to pleasure that leaves them gasping. And wet. And dripping for these daddies. Each story pushes them into new positions, new sins, and orgasms they cannot take back. No rules. No apologies. Just sweat-slick skin, whispered commands, and climaxes that hit hard and do not let go. If you want sweet, close the book. If you want dirty, and your sheets soaked; if you need your pussy throbbing, your thighs slick, and your thoughts twisted, step into this wet dream. This is your dirty fix to get your lips swollen, panties ruined, your new wet obsession. Note: A few stories contain incest. Welcome to 69 Positions: Make Me Cum Daddy.

Midnight Cravings WARNING: 18+ ONLY. This compilation contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, taboo themes (step-sibling forbidden lust, best-friend betrayal, power-play seduction), dubious consent elements, rough dominance, breeding kinks, multiple partners, dirty talk, and intense orgasms. Read at your own risk — these stories are unapologetically filthy and designed to leave you breathless, wet, and craving more. ~~~~~ "Fuck, Mia," he growled against my neck. "Been thinking about this since their wedding. About spreading you out and tasting every inch." His hand slid up my thigh, under the dress. Fingers grazed the edge of my panties. Soaked. "Gosh. All this for your stepbrother?" He rubbed slow circles over the fabric, right on my clit. "Tell me you want it." "I... we shouldn't—" "But you do." He pushed the lace aside, one finger sliding through my folds. "Say it." "I want it," I whispered. He groaned, sinking a finger inside me. Slow. Deep. Curling. "Good girl.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Cravings is a dark romance collection of standalone erotic shorts that will ruin you in the best way: filthy surrender on camera. And many more. Each story drips with intense chemistry, dominant alphas, submissive good girls, dirty praise, multiple orgasms, and that addictive rush of "we shouldn't… but we can't stop." Perfect for fans of dark taboo romance, steamy forbidden love, high-heat erotica, and quick, bingeable smut that keeps you up all night unlocking chapter after chapter. One taste and you'll be addicted. Welcome to Midnight Cravings… dive in if you dare.