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Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend
50.0K·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.
SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction)
4.0K·Dark RoseIf you like getting soaked, aching, and shamelessly touching yourself while you read… this collection was written for you. 30 Standalone erotic stories. 30 chances to fall. Behind locked doors and drawn curtains, desire stops asking for permission. Strangers become obsessions. Rules are broken in the dark. Soft moans turn into filthy demands as hands, mouths, and bodies take what they’ve been denied for too long. From stolen glances that end with clothes on the floor… to slow, deliberate seductions that leave marks… to nights where nothing feels off-limits and every boundary is pushed until it shatters. These aren’t soft, romantic stories. These are the ones that make you slide a hand between your legs before you even finish the first page. The ones that leave your thighs sticky, your toys buzzing, and your cunt throbbing long after you put the book down. Thirty raw, explicit encounters. Thirty new temptations. Every night brings a different desire. Every story pushes a little further. Every surrender makes the next one harder to resist. Welcome to Sinful Pleasures. Your first night is waiting.
Daddy One Shots
24.0K·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.
Accidentally In Bed With My Ex's Uncle
5.0K·Marie JessetteAccidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he’s fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. “Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.” The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who’ll fuck her senseless… even if it’s the last thing she feels.
The Price of Your Prank
506·-It was the day of my wedding. I woke up at four in the morning to wait for the makeup artist. By seven o'clock, no one had shown up. Panic set in. I called my best friend, Tatum Rhodes. A burst of laughter came through the receiver. "Briar, how can you be so clueless?" "The bachelorette party last night got canceled at the last minute. Everyone went straight to the hotel." I grabbed my wedding dress. Rushed toward the venue. Sweat soaked my back by the time I arrived. The hotel was completely empty. My phone rang again. It was Tatum. She stifled a laugh. "Just pulling your leg. Don't tell me you actually went to the hotel?" "Destination weddings are the trend right now. We changed the venue to Hawaii ages ago. Everyone is waiting for you at the airport." I dragged the heavy garment bag. Sprinted from one terminal to the next. I searched the entire departure hall. I couldn't find a single trace of them. Right then, a video call popped up from Tatum. She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "You're way too slow. We went ahead without you!" "There is no destination wedding. We just wanted to spend a week in Hawaii. We'll throw you a makeup wedding when we get back." The camera panned. My fiancé, Hudson Shaw, was pulling her suitcase. My parents stood right behind them. Their smiles were brighter than in any family portrait. Mom noticed my pale face. She frowned. "It's just a joke. Why the long face?" "Tatum is so much fun. Unlike you. You've been a killjoy since you were a kid, always making a mountain out of a molehill." Hudson draped his jacket over Tatum's shoulders. He looked into the camera. "Be a good girl and go home." "I'll marry you after the trip." I stared at the smiling faces on the screen. Suddenly, even asking questions felt pointless. No anger. No sorrow. Only a hollow numbness echoing in my chest. I typed a message to the wedding planner. Canceled the entire event. From now on, I was done playing their twisted games.
Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession
15.0K·K. KImmersed in the pious tranquility of church school from childhood, she had painted dreams of a vibrant college life, a canvas of freedom and self-discovery. But as fate's brushstrokes took a darker hue, she found herself at a funeral, not as a mourner but as the unwitting bride in a macabre ceremony that bound her to Alajos Hargrave, the newly anointed head of the notorious Huston gang. Her world, once defined by only chaste lectures, was now a labyrinth of shadowy figures and whispered secrets, a stark contrast to the innocence of her youth...
Dr. Ross Trapped By Her Cold Husband
21.0K·Serpent of GraceShe knew from the start that this man was heartless. Their marriage was one of convenience; his lack of love didn’t matter much, but his infidelity was too much to bear. After three years, she changed her usual demeanor, turning into a shrew just to secure a divorce proposal from him... Once everything was settled, he came to a new understanding of his once unassuming wife. She was the heir to the Ross family. She was the mysterious Serpent of Grace. She was even the youngest cardiothoracic specialist at the international medical organization... After careful consideration, he picked up his shattered dignity and said, "If you want to remarry, I might consider giving you another chance." She solemnly replied, "It’s too late, sir. Even if you beg me, I won’t agree!"
Too Late to Beg：I'm No Longer Yours
1.0K·-On my birthday, my boyfriend, Hayes, stuck the candles into the cake and told me to make a wish. "You have to repeat your wish ninety-nine times in your head for it to come true." I closed my eyes and did exactly that. I wished for our happy ending. When I opened my eyes, the private dining room was empty. An iMessage group chat popped up on my phone screen. [Happy Birthday! Surprised?] [Nova, we're off to Hawaii! Is this birthday surprise crazy enough?] A FaceTime call from Hayes lit up the screen. I answered. Four people held up their boarding passes. Their flight to Maui was taking off in an hour. My best friend, Brielle Carson, wore the butterfly hair clip I had carefully picked out for my birthday. Delaney Sinclair was wearing the birthday gift my boyfriend had given me just two hours ago—a silver designer heart ring. And Hayes Whitmore had his arm wrapped tightly around Delaney's shoulders. My brother, Cole Hart, stood in the middle. He was holding up Mom's only relic—that vintage silver necklace. "Nova, Laney said this necklace was pretty. I'm letting her wear it for a couple of days." "Besides, it's a good chance to take Mom to see the ocean." Hayes gave a gentle smile. "Don't make a scene. We'll be back in a few days." I hung up. A bone-deep chill spread through my chest. Ever since Delaney moved back from LA and joined our circle, everyone started treating me like a burden. They called me rigid. Stubborn. A control freak. Delaney, on the other hand, drank with them. Pulled all-nighters playing video games. Joined their spontaneous road trips. Hayes had even laughed about it in front of everyone. "Nova just takes herself too seriously. Give her the cold shoulder a few times, and she'll learn how to fit in." I left the group chat. I reached into my bag and pulled out a plane ticket to Toronto. If I couldn't fit into their world, I would just walk away for good.
SLEEPING WITH MY EX'S STEPDAD
849·DunamiteThe night before my wedding, I walked into my fiancé’s suite with a gift in my hand—and found him in our bridal bed with my best friend. They didn’t beg for forgiveness. They warned me that if I cancelled the wedding, I would lose my job, my project, and my father’s support. So I took off my ring and knocked on another man’s door. Dante Valenti. My fiancé’s stepfather—and the one man Kevin would never dare challenge. That night, I kissed him first. By morning, Kevin was calling me filthy and demanding I come back. My family ordered me to deny Dante publicly or lose everything. I chose Dante. Then I did something no one expected. I married him. When Kevin came to stop the wedding, I placed the marriage certificate in front of him. “The wedding wasn’t cancelled. I just changed the groom.”
Lost in Lust with the Daddies {steamiest- Short stories compilation}
8.0K·Hephzibahi"Bend all the way down for daddy" he moaned and I did as daddy said while taking his hot cock into my pussy. "Oh, my god, daddies cock taste better and sweeter than honey." I moaned as his hot cum erupted in my cunt. This is an extremely collection of high-heat romance of erotic forbidden daddies stories. {BxB,BxG} Not for people under the age of 18. Note: the stories are highly sensitive and forbidden romance without filter.
Too Late for Tears：The Genius You Abandoned
675·-On the day of college registration, I went to the university alone for the first time. Beck said he was waiting for me at the North Gate, and Miles sent me the location. Paige also urged me in the group chat. "Hurry up! You're the only one missing out of the four of us." I dragged my two suitcases and followed the navigation arrow for nearly two miles. But when I got there, there was only an abandoned track field. I called Beck, and he laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath. "You're so stupid. That's the old campus." "We just sent a random location, and you actually believed it?" Paige was laughing in the background. "Wren, aren't you the best at taking tests? How can you not even read a map?" I swallowed my grievances and called another ride to the new campus. But when the driver dropped me off at the East Gate, the student volunteer at the registration desk told me the registration period was over. I was so anxious that tears immediately fell. Just then, a FaceTime call popped up. On the screen, Miles was holding an umbrella for Paige, and Beck was carrying her pink suitcase. Mom and Dad stood behind her, smiling as they took pictures of her. And my favorite white dress was also on Paige. She waved her phone. "Don't cry. It was just a joke." "Registration isn't actually over. I just asked the volunteer to say your documents were incomplete." "Who told you to look so funny when you get lost?" Beck frowned at me. "Today is a good day. Don't ruin the mood." Miles also spoke in a flat tone. "You need to change. No one is going to coddle someone with no sense of direction forever." I looked down at the navigation arrow jumping erratically on my phone. I suddenly remembered that over the years, they had always been like this. Giving me the wrong directions. And then blaming me for walking the wrong way. It turned out it wasn't that I had no sense of direction. It was that they never wanted me to arrive.
Wet Hot Desire ( A Collection Of Steamy Stories)
2.0K·Annie. NattA scorching hot taboo erotica collection that will ruin you in the best way possible. Rated 18+ mature content. Wet Hot Desire Erotica Steamy Collection brings you a a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. PS… This is not for children, too hot to handle for nerds too… only a psycho can hop on…..
I Returned My Defective Beastmen
25·-I had a face so ordinary it was entirely forgettable. My two contracted beastmen servants never recognized me. Not even once. The first time, I asked them to pick me up from work. They took that imposter home instead. Left me standing in the pouring rain until I caught a fever that wouldn't break. The second time, that fake grew jealous just because our parents glanced at me. She cornered me in an alley. I screamed for their help. But my own servants pinned me to the ground. They let her slap me until my ears bled and I ended up in the hospital. I wanted to send them away more times than I could count. But they would always look at me, their eyes welling with tears, acting like the victims. "Master, we're so sorry. We beastmen only recognize people by their faces. We really can't tell." "Just give us a little more time. We'll definitely be able to recognize you." I endured that excuse for three years. Until today. They spoke in the beast language right in front of me. "We've punished this woman for Hadley for three years. It's about time we stop. She's actually quite pathetic." "Getting soft? How is she innocent? She almost got Hadley kicked out of the house back then. She deserves every bit of this." "Just wait a little longer. Once Hadley officially inherits the Whitmore estate, we'll leave." They thought I couldn't understand.
My Stepbrothers’ Plus-Sized Obsession
102·MirabellaThe Alistair brothers didn’t just walk into my life—they claimed it. My three dark, dangerous stepbrothers who looked at me like I was already theirs. Their hungry eyes followed every curve, every breath, even on the day I tried to escape for my secret wedding. I prayed I would never see them again. Six years later, my marriage is a nightmare and I’m crawling back home with nothing but a broken heart and a body that no longer looks like the thin, pretty girl they used to watch. Motherhood made me soft. Heavy. Three times bigger. I thought that would finally kill their hunger. I was so fucking wrong. They look at me like starved men. Like the extra weight, the stretch marks, the soft belly are just more of me to own. “We let you go once,” one of them growls, voice low and filthy. “We’re not making that mistake again.” Three billionaire stepbrothers. All of them hard for the woman I am now. All of them ready to take what’s always been theirs. It’s wrong. It’s filthy. It’s everything I’ve spent years trying not to want. And God help me… I wouldn’t have it any other way.
AFTER THE THREESOME, I CHOSE HIS COUSIN
113·Miri BaustianMy best friend always wanted everything I had. Even my boyfriend. When our twisted rivalry led us into a threesome with my ex, I thought it would be just one reckless night. No feelings. No consequences. No regrets. I was wrong. Because the real danger wasn't sharing a man with my best friend. It was falling for his cousin. Older, irresistible, and dangerously tempting, he was the one man I should have stayed away from. One forbidden kiss was all it took to ignite a desire neither of us could control. But my ex wasn't ready to let me go, my best friend had secrets of her own, and his powerful family would do anything to keep us apart. One threesome started the scandal. One forbidden love changed everything. **And choosing his cousin might cost me more than I ever imagined.**
After My Heart Died, The Don Begged Crying at My Feet
182·-On the night of my husband's thirty-fifth birthday, I spent six hours preparing a candlelit dinner—only to find him on his mistress's Instagram story. The most feared Mafia Don on the West Coast was dancing cheek-to-cheek with her. She'd rented out an entire jazz club, captioned: "Celebrating the boss's big day ?" I liked the post and commented: "Great party. Would be perfect if someone remembered his wife's been waiting all night." Three seconds later, the story vanished. He called, shouting: "It was a joke, Elena! Stop being so damn sensitive!" Her silvery laugh echoed in the background. The old me would have broken down. Would have cried. Would have forgiven. But not this time. When betrayal becomes this blatant, a dead heart is actually a kind of liberation. Don Moretti could own the entire city—but he had already lost his wife. Forever.
The Alpha’s Betrayal Was the End of Us
467·-The night before our bonding ceremony, the most feared Alpha in the Great Lakes region told me he'd fallen in love with a woman who wasn't his fated mate. I forced him to choose. He chose me—or at least, that's what I believed. But for an entire year, he whispered her name in his sleep. He crashed her wedding and carried her out in front of everyone. And when I lay in that hospital losing his child, I called him fifty times. He picked up once. On the other end, I heard her breathy little moans. Later, I discovered our bonding ceremony had been forged. The mate bond had never taken hold. The "aurora trip" he'd promised was a ruse—designed to ship me off while he completed the real soul-bond with her. So I made my own choice. I kept the embryo. I scheduled a very special delivery. The moment he and his new mate walked out of the ceremonial grounds, my gift would arrive right on time. By the time he opened it, I'd be thirty thousand feet in the air. It took him three months to find me. He knelt in the rain in Florence, begging me to come back. But some bonds, once severed, can never be reforged.
He Had a Baby With His First Love Before Our Wedding
0·-A month before I was supposed to marry James Harrington, he told me he wanted to have a child with his first love. I said no. But he kept bringing it up. Two weeks before the wedding, I saw a post on his ex Rebecca's Instagram. In the photo, James was half-kneeling in front of her, his head bowed as he kissed her slightly swollen belly. His expression was tender, almost reverent. "Thank you, James, for letting me have a child of ours in the last days of my life." That's when I found out— Rebecca was already two months pregnant. He hadn't asked for my opinion. He'd never even thought to tell me. The next day, I canceled the wedding, turned off my phone, and dragged my suitcase out of the apartment we'd shared. I walked straight through the doors of the National Advanced Science and Defense Technology Laboratory—the defense research program I'd once turned down because of him. From that moment on, James Harrington completely disappeared from my life.
The Mafia King’s Betrayed Queen
14·Z·NyraFor five years, I protected his empire—only to find him in our bed with another woman, calling it “family business.” He claimed me as his wife in public while planning a future with her in private. What he didn’t know was that eighty percent of his fortune answered to me. What he didn’t see was the clinic receipt I threw away—the heir he would never have. So when he asked me to clean up his scandal, I froze every account instead. He chose power over me. Now he’ll watch me take it all.
My Husband Humiliated Me with His Mistress—So I Destroyed Him Overnight
59·miaoTen years of marriage, and my husband moaned another woman's name in bed. His secretary showed up pregnant. My son ended up in the ER because of their negligence. Everyone said I'd never survive without him. Then I dropped the mask. I pulled out the evidence of his affair, the records proving his company ran on my family's money, and watched as the board voted him out. He lost everything. Now he and his mistress are on their knees, begging me to forgive them. I take my son's hand and walk away without looking back. From now on, I'm the only one steering my life.
