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His Dangerous Love On Ice
2.0K·Quinn Sullivan"Let's play a game." "What game?" "One that involves you not screaming." ★★★★★ I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years. Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something. And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years. Zane Mercer. The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for. One impossible offer. One desperate bet. One night that changed everything. Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures. When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters. But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones. What starts as a transaction turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from. And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters. They say some men are too dangerous to love. They're right. But I was never good at following warnings. ★★★★★ This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+. This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.
Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend
4.0K·Oguike QueenethAll her life, Brianna Fletcher had been running from dangerous men. But when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away. He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Will they be able to break all rules and find closure in each other's arms? ****************************** "Your pussy is dripping for me, begging for me to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped my skin and pulled me up to sink me down his length. “You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have been fantasizing about him since the beginning. “Y..yes,” I moaned.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
6.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
No Roses Left to Burn
7.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Daddy One Shots
2.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
2.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Don's Decoy Wife Vanished
1.0K·patThe night my father went into cardiac arrest, I called again and again—and my husband, the Godfather who ruled the entire underworld, didn’t answer once. The man who swore he would love me forever was in London, holding my best friend in his arms. I didn’t say a word. I only ended the child in my womb—for good. He thought I would always be his shield. He didn’t know shields can vanish— and when I’m gone, that’s when the bullets will truly hit him.
Never Betray the Mafia Donna
1.0K·AnswerOn my birthday, my Mafia husband left me and our daughter to cook a full Italian dinner at his lieutenant's apartment. In a video on social media, Vincent was tenderly placing food on Lena's plate, murmuring promises in a low voice. "Lena, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you. I won't let you be alone." My daughter, Ella, was in low spirits, her eyes brimming with tears. I clenched my phone, gathered her in my arms, and walked out the door. When I showed up at Lena's apartment, Vincent frowned with irritation. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight?" "Why can't you and the kid just stay at the house? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just asked, calmly: "Vincent. Tonight—are you choosing me and Ella, or are you choosing your lieutenant?" "Choose us, and you come home with me." I paused, then swept a cold glance at Lena. "Choose her, and we're getting a divorce."
I Was His Wife. He Called Me His Assistant
267·Z·NyraI watched my husband finish inside another woman while forty crew members pretended not to see. The director yelled “Cut,” but he didn’t pull away — because this time, it wasn’t acting. Five years ago, I married Hollywood’s golden boy and agreed to become invisible so he could shine. I was his wife in private, his assistant in public, and his backup whenever his co-star needed saving. When I found out I was pregnant, he was busy protecting her mosquito bites — and her secret baby. So I stopped protecting him — and burned his perfect empire to the ground.
After Divorce: Choose Back Ex-Wife of Regret
61·authorpieepiee_After 2 years in a fake marriage, Kyle's attempt to make Joenathan—her husband—love her ended in divorce papers. Kyle is shattered into peaces when knew that Joenathan's lost fiancée has comeback and he wants to start a relationship with her. Kyle runs away with her secret pregnancy and builds a new life for herself, but later on Joenathan came again to her presence. He asks her to be his surrogate mother and give a contract marriage for getting the company's inheritance. Will Kyle accept Joenathan back and go through marriage contract to the end? Or, will Kyle give up and take her child away when Joenathan starts to love her?
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
589·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
My Vampire Lord Made Me Barren for His Mistress
660·-My vampire lord said he didn't want children. For six years, he handed me "our private vintage" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need." Until our anniversary, when I followed the blood bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy with raven-black hair rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy." He texted me: "Still tied up at the council, love." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman. I pried open his study drawer. The medical report read: "Sanctified water compound—permanent fertility suppression." Every glass of wine was poison. My barrenness was his design. The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces. Ten days until the Blood Moon Conclave. Before every Elder and every vampire of consequence, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Lady can destroy.
A Mafia Wife Does Not Forgive
7.0K·Z·NyraI never imagined my husband would let another woman touch the oath scar that only a wife is allowed to reach. When she leaned into him at the family dinner and bragged about “their secret night,” he actually smiled—and defended her. That was the moment I realized my marriage hadn’t broken; they had cut me out long ago. But they forgot one thing: in our world, a humiliated wife never walks away quietly. Vows can be betrayed, but someone always pays the price. And I will make sure he learns that betraying a mafia wife is the same as lighting the fuse to his own downfall.
Wild Betrayal
4.0K·EleanorOn the day Aria was supposed to mate bond with the Alpha who vowed to love her forever, she sent a corpse in her place. After awakening her sensory abilities, Aria discovered her mate Kane's year-long affair with his beta—and the cruel truths spoken behind her back. Heartbroken but calculating, she faked her death, vanished abroad, and left behind a coffin, a final message, and the ruins of a carefully crafted lie. While Alpha Kane breaks down in front of a nation-wide live broadcast, Aria is reborn as Phoenix Ambrose, heiress to a powerful British werewolf family—and she's done being the "useless wolf." This is not a story of forgiveness. It's a story of betrayal, retribution, and a woman who chose to bury her past… and watch the man who broke her shatter in return.
The Dying Bride
6.0K·HaleyElara Voss, a vampire and true Death’s attendant fated to return to the Underworld at 18, is overlooked by her clan—who believe her frail twin Celeste is the cursed one. Her centuries-old betrothal to Lucien Ashbourne is broken so he can wed Celeste, and Elara endures cruel penances to “bless” her sister. Dismissed when she warns of her own impending fate, Elara suffers betrayal from Lucien and her family until the Crimson Eclipse. As she succumbs and returns to the Underworld, Lucien realizes his mistake too late. In death, Elara embraces her role as Death’s attendant, while her family and Lucien face eternal punishment for their betrayal, and Elara finds freedom in her true destiny.
I Sent the Don’s Baby Back to Him
224·-The night before the wedding, the most feared Mafia don in Chicago told me he'd fallen in love with someone else. I made him choose. He chose me—or so I thought. But for an entire year, he called out her name in his sleep. He crashed her wedding and carried her away in front of everyone. And when I was lying in the hospital losing his child, I made thirty-seven calls. He picked up once—and on the other end, I heard her breathy little moans. Then I discovered our marriage certificate was forged. His promised "anniversary trip" was nothing but a ruse—designed to get me out of the way while he married her at the courthouse. So I made my own choice. I preserved the embryo and arranged a special delivery. The moment he and his new bride walked out of the registrar's office, my gift would arrive right on time. By the time he opened it, I'd be at thirty thousand feet. It took him three months to find me. He knelt in the Paris rain, begging me to come back. But some love, once you let go, can never be caught again.
Goodbye, Don Corleone
59·patAt my Don husband’s “Alliance Day” banquet, he was supposed to deliver a speech to the city’s elite—yet his seat sat empty. Because in the smoking room, he had his “Chief Weapons Designer” pinned against the liquor cabinet. She asked coyly, “Aren’t you afraid your wife will suddenly walk in?” My husband didn’t stop. His voice was hoarse and unmistakably clear: “Right now… I want you more.” I didn’t keep watching. I turned and left. An hour later, carrying a brand-new set of identity papers and evidence enough to bring down his empire, I vanished like a ghost from this heavily guarded fortress. Vincent Corleone—when you return to that icy room with nothing left but a divorce agreement, your painstakingly built kingdom will only just be starting to crack from the core.
After Faking My Death, the Patent Queen Returns
485·D.D.I faked my own death after my fiancé announced his engagement to my sister. He stole my patent to build his empire, then left me humiliated and heartbroken. Now, the woman they buried is back. I am no longer the naive heiress who trusted too easily. I am the rightful owner of the technology that powers his kingdom, and I've come to reclaim every piece— my work, my dignity, my future. Watch as the "deceased" patent holder rises from the ashes, ready to dismantle his world and rebuild her own on the ruins. The queen has returned, and this time, she plays for keeps.
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
407.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
In the Seas You’ve Forgotten
15.0K·Z·NyraA month before my wedding with Vincent Moretti, he decided he wanted to have a child with another woman. I refused, but he brought it up incessantly every day. Two weeks before the wedding, I received an ultrasound image in the mail. That was when I found out—his first love, Serafina, was already a month pregnant. It turned out, he had never considered asking for my permission. In that moment, years of love shattered like thin ice on a river under the weight of a single step. I canceled the wedding, destroyed everything that tied us together, and on the day we were supposed to be married, I walked into the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency’s laboratory. From that day on, Vincent Moretti ceased to exist in my life.
