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His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
120.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
Daddy One Shots
11.0K·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.
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
50.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you 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. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
Framed by Family, Back for Revenge
1.0K·Gale“Will you marry me?” “I don’t need money, a house, or a car. I just need a husband.” Fresh out of prison, a young woman was determined to escape the marriage her parents had arranged for her — a union with a disfigured, disabled heir from a powerful family. Desperate and out of options, she stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to marry her. To her shock, the man who agreed was impossibly handsome. Her new husband insisted he was nothing special, just an ordinary man. He warned her not to fall for him, because loving him would only end badly. So she kept her heart guarded. No attachment meant no heartbreak. But the longer they stayed married, the harder it became to ignore the way he looked at her… or the way he quietly inserted himself into her life. Then one night at a gala, she saw the childhood friend she had loved for years and realized the feelings were gone. Unfortunately, her husband noticed too. And he did not take it well.
His Mafia Vow: Ashes of a Broken Wife
500·-Three years after remarrying Damian Voss, I watched him drape a blood-red ruby necklace around another woman's throat in the VIP suite of Elysium — the same necklace he'd flown to Paris to bid on, four days before our anniversary. He didn't know I was standing twelve feet away, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain, with a camera in my hand and divorce papers already drafted in my lawyer's inbox. He didn't know the woman smiling beneath those rubies had once sold lap dances for two hundred dollars a pop at a club on the south side — or that every shy glance, every reluctant whisper, every I'm not that kind of girl she'd ever fed him was rehearsed to perfection. He didn't know that this time, I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't throw a glass. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching me bleed. I would simply leave. And I would take everything with me on the way out.
THE BILLIONAIRE WHO BOUGHT MY VIRGINITY
1.0K·Elektraquill Three million dollars. One night. A man who'd spent fifteen years planning my ruin. I sold my virginity to save my brother. Adrian Blackwood bought it to avenge his father. He knew my secrets before I told him. He knew my body before I offered it. He knew exactly how desperate I was and exactly how to use that desperation as a leash. The penthouse with the glass walls. The contract I couldn't read. The assistant job that meant I could never leave his sight. I told myself I could survive twenty-four hours. I didn't know he was counting on forever. What happens when the man who owns you starts needing you? When revenge blurs into obsession, and obsession into something that looks terrifyingly like love? What happens when you start needing him back? The Billionaire Who Bought My Virginity is a dark, psychological romance about control, survival, and the dangerous line between captor and captive. Not for readers who want easy love. For readers who want to understand how women survive the men who try to own them and what it costs to walk away.
His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender
489·Karen ChilotamFive years ago, Sofia walked away, vowing never to look back. She built a life of her own—one filled with freedom, color, and the one person who truly matters: her daughter, Martha. A little girl who only knows her father through a screen. FaceTime calls filled with awkward silences, a man who feels more like a shadow than a parent. But now, Theo Rodriguez is here. In the flesh. For the first time, Martha will see her father face-to-face. For the first time, Sofia will have to confront the man who once owned her body and nearly broke her soul. Theo says he’s here for their daughter, but Sofia knows better. He has always played by his own rules—dangerous, possessive, and unwilling to let go. She thought she had escaped his grasp. She thought the past was behind her. But when an ominous message arrives—You think this story is over?—Sofia realizes some devils never truly let go. And Theo Rodriguez might be the only man who can keep her and Martha safe. But at what cost? Will she surrender to him again… or finally break free?
The Alpha Wants to Drain All My Blood to Save His Mistress
83·-In the werewolf world, a fated mate is sacred— souls intertwined, blood bound, destiny unbreakable. But when Lia was discovered to possess a rare “healing blood,” she fell from the honor of being the Alpha’s destined wife… to becoming the only cure he believed could save his beloved mistress. He locked her in a golden cage, using dominance and cruelty to force her to give her blood— Each drop was life. Each extraction, torment. “I’ll give anything to save her,” he told her. “And me? I’m your mate.” “You’re nothing more than… a heaven-sent tool.” Her heart torn apart, Lia finally awakened: Fate is not a shackle. Fate should never demand sacrifice. The night she escaped the wolf territory, the blood moon rose— And with it, her true power awakened. The real chosen Alpha… was her. Reborn in flames, she became stronger than any wolf king. And the man who once shattered her now knelt trembling at her feet: “Lia… you were my true destiny all along.” But she only smiled coldly. The one who treated her as a sacrifice no longer deserved her love— not even if he spent a lifetime begging for redemption.
After I faked my death, my husband begged me to come back.
0·D.D.I, Sienna, stand in the center of our Manhattan penthouse living room, crumpled hotel receipts scattered at my feet. The dates match last week—when Adrian claimed he was on a business trip to Chicago. But the address on the receipts is the Rosewood Hotel, a mere ten-minute drive from our apartment. My fingertips are ice-cold as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. On the screen is Chloe's latest social media post—Chloe, whom I've treated like a little sister. A mirror selfie shows her in a loose silk nightgown, her hand resting seemingly casually on her flat stomach. The caption reads: "Surprised by new life, feeling a bit overwhelmed. But with you here, everything will be okay. @Adrian" Adrian. My fiancé. The man who, in just one month, will vow eternal fidelity to me before five hundred guests. The comments section is flooded with friends offering congratulations, calling them the "perfect couple." How absurd. Everyone knows Chloe is pregnant with Adrian's child—everyone except me, his actual fiancée, kept in the dark. My stomach churns. I nearly retch.
Rejected, Claimed by the Alpha King
11.0K·AliceAs the first Luna in history without a wolf, I was despised by my husband and scorned by my family, and my life was literally worse than an Omega! On our sixth wedding anniversary, I got pregnant, but my husband's first love - my sister - also returned... From then on, I was haunted by nightmares! My husband favored my sister in everything, and he even secretly held wedding ceremony with her! I was in despair and left with the child in my womb, only to discover when I turned around... my mate was actually my husband's uncle - the terrifying Alpha King! Wait! The child in my womb seems to be the King's too? I was completely dumbfounded - can someone just tell me what happened?! Then another shocking secret was revealed. My real family came looking for me, and they smiled at me lovingly, "Dear princess, welcome home." Huh? So I am a princess now? Jesus, what is going on!
My Husband Wanted Two Women, So I Left
847·MoralesSeven years into our marriage, my mafia husband sat me down and admitted that he was emotionally cheating on me. “Bianca is bright and full of life. I fell for her before I could stop myself.” “But I’ve never wanted to sleep with her, and I’d never let her threaten your place as Mrs. De Santis.” He lowered his eyes, looking wounded and sincere. “I just want to figure out whether what I feel for her is just temporary excitement… or real love.” “You know feelings are complicated. You can’t promise you’ll only ever love me for the rest of your life either, right, Elena? Can you understand that?” I couldn’t. So we fought until we trashed the entire house. In the middle of the wreckage, I stood there crying numbly and asked for a divorce. He held me like it broke his heart, and in the end, he compromised. He said he’d send her overseas and cut her off for good. Adrian booked a flight for one month later and gave me the right to choose the destination. From that day on, he stopped coming home. Every charge on the bank card told me exactly how he and Bianca were spending their time—dating like the world was about to end. The last day of that one-month deadline was my mother’s death anniversary. I sat in front of her grave for a long time and called Adrian. He still didn’t pick up. I just smiled faintly, opened the airline website, and typed France into the destination box for that ticket. Then I filled in the passenger name. My own.
LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
5.0K·Luciana RielleWarning: ⚠️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, filthy, taboo-soaked erotica that will ruin you for anything vanilla ever again. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Here, professors claim innocent throats in locked lecture halls. Mountain daddies split trembling girls open under star-drenched skies. Forbidden lovers choke on cock and cunt until mascara runs black and cum drips down shaking thighs. Every page is drenched in sweat, spit, and slick. Every scene drags you deeper into the black hole of dominance, denial, and devastating release. where pain twists into pleasure, control snaps into surrender, and orgasms hit so hard they feel like the end of the fucking universe. These aren’t love stories. These are depraved confessions of how good it feels to be used, owned, wrecked, and remade in the throes of the filthiest kinds of lust. Once you fall in… there’s no escaping the pull. You’ll come screaming. And you’ll beg for more.
The Belated Bride: Becoming My Own Muse
60·Mary"The day Christian told me to give my wedding dress to Bianca, I was in the middle of the final fitting for the waistline. He stood behind the three-way mirror, his tone as casual as if he were discussing something trivial. "Bee's shooting a magazine cover next month. She said she really likes your dress." I froze. I had spent three months altering that dress by hand. Our wedding had been rushed. We signed the papers at City Hall, not even a proper ceremony. He had promised me, clearly, that we would have a real wedding this fall, at the Hamptons estate. And now, he wanted to give my wedding dress to another woman. "What am I supposed to wear?" I asked him. Christian frowned. "You're already married. Don't fight her on these superficial things." In the mirror, the dress was a blinding white. The waistline fit perfectly, the skirt pooling on the floor like a cloud, like a dream I had been dreaming for three years. And with one sentence, Christian crushed it under his heel. The stylist beside me didn't dare move, still holding a pin. I looked at Christian in the mirror. He wore a dark gray bespoke suit, his features carrying that Ivy League arrogance. He looked like he had no idea he had just said something utterly outrageous. Slowly, I took off the veil and handed it to the stylist. "Take it off." The stylist hesitated. "Mrs. Van Ness, I haven't finished checking the back details yet." "Don't bother." I looked at Christian. "This dress. If she wants to wear it, fine." Christian's expression relaxed slightly. Then, I added, "Have her sign a loan agreement. The original designer is me. Usage is limited to the magazine studio shoot only. Not a single stitch is to be altered. Insurance coverage: one million dollars. Compensation for any damage based on the assessed value."
After Prison, I Took My Revenge
0·Z·NyraAt my husband’s birthday party, he kicked me so hard I lost our baby. My own brother stood by, eyes cold, and spat, “You deserved it!” Later they framed me and had me thrown in prison. Three years behind bars—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. The day I was released, they knelt in front of me and begged me to come home. But I no longer have a home—only a body on the brink of collapse and a heart colder than hell. This time—it’s their turn to have nowhere to run.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
19.0K·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.
Separate Roads I Fought For
114·-I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.
The Day My Husband Drugged Me
0·Z·NyraI’m eight months pregnant, yet I just found out my husband had a vasectomy long ago. Whose child am I carrying? Before I can even process it, I hear my husband’s low voice outside the door: “This marriage was only for revenge. Revenge on her.” His friend laughs. “When she finds out the baby isn’t yours, she’ll break completely.” My husband adds coldly, “Don’t laugh too soon. The baby might even be yours.” A chill runs through me as the baby kicks hard inside me. Time is running out. I have to start my own revenge.
To defend his “genius” designer, my husband locked me in a submarine
6·D.D.My husband, to defend his designer, drugged me unconscious, locked me in a submarine, and dumped me at the bottom of the deep sea. It all began that morning. I finished my routine inspection and found multiple deadly hazards. Chloe denied any responsibility. Derek sided with her on the spot, then set a trap under the guise of an “apology.” The glass slipped from my hand, and the last thing I saw was Derek's expressionless face. When I came to, I was lying in the cockpit of the Siren. Outside the window was pitch darkness, with occasional glowing fish swimming past. I looked at the instrument panel showing we were already at three thousand meters below sea level. "Derek! Have you lost your mind?" "Oh, and by the way, your predicament is being livestreamed globally," he said with a cold laugh. "People are even betting on how long you'll survive." I looked up to see the livestream feed, with comments scrolling nonstop: [Bet she won't last a day!] [I'm betting she'll make it!] [This woman's pretty good-looking, what a waste.] I gripped the control panel tightly and took a deep breath. Then I opened the public maritime broadcast channel and spoke into the microphone: "What are you waiting for? Come get me already."
From Don's Pet to A Mafia Queen
45·patI’d been Don Dante Moretti’s secret mistress for five years. I told myself that swallowing my pride and staying obedient would eventually earn me a place at his side. Then, at his engagement party, the mafia princess looped a leather collar around my neck in front of everyone and humiliated me into a “pet puppy.” Dante just watched as my allergy closed my throat and I collapsed—then he let them lock me in a corrugated iron shed for three days and three nights while I burned with fever. So when my biological father—his deadliest enemy—sent men to pull me out of that shed that nearly became my grave, I took the hand that reached for me. Now, with a gun pressed to my forehead, Dante finally understands: what he lost wasn’t just a girl—he lost the key to controlling himself.
The Wife Strikes Back
0·Andrea"I'm pregnant." My husband Kaiden Fenwick's stepsister Quinn appeared at my doorstep, holding her pregnant belly. Kaiden took her in and demanded I give up the nursery. "She needs care, Isabella. Learn to be tolerant." I was forced to accept Quinn barging into my life. But her behavior gradually crossed boundaries. She would dry Kaiden's hair after he showered, would knock on our bedroom door in the middle of the night, lying that she had 'nightmares.' Kaiden enjoyed Quinn's complete dependence on him, making me the extra person. I couldn't tolerate it anymore. "Let’s get a divorce! And both of you, please get out of my house!"
