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You Took My Husband, I'll Take Yours!
1.0K·JONEAHana was betrayed by her husband and her own cousin. But she refused to play the part of a heartbroken woman, weeping over her fate like some tragic figure. Did she storm in with anger or scream at her cousin? Of course not. A man like her husband was not worth fighting for, let alone fighting over. But letting her cousin take him without a fight? That would be foolish. So she planned to repay their betrayal in the sweetest way possible: an eye for an eye. They took her husband, so she would take her cousin’s. Only then would things be fair...!
DON’T STOP
3.0K·Sommy PearlDon’t Stop: Short Erotica Tales is a red-hot compilation of standalone short stories exploring forbidden desire, raw power, and explosive passion. From fake marriages that ignite into rough, bed-shattering sex to hate-fueled hookups where exes tear into each other against walls, skirts hiked, thrusts punishing and deep. Forbidden affairs, crazy age gap, captive fantasies, one-night stands turned addictive. Each tale delivers explicit, no-holds-barred heat: teasing oral, hard spanks, multiple breathless orgasms, and dominant men who take control while fierce women push back and beg for more. Short, filthy, and intensely satisfying. Perfect for readers who crave scorching erotica that leaves nothing to the imagination.
From Best Friend To Fiancé
22.0K·Page Hunter“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.” I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. “I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.” ——- Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.
A Naughty Affair: Fake Dating My Ex Boyfriend's Brothers
674·GoofyWhy have one brother when I can have all three? “Is this what you do every time we’re not here?' he asks. “You get yourself off like this?” I shake my head, fucking myself on the dildo. “No. No, it’s just today,” I gasp out. “I just… needed it.” Luke’s jaw clenches. “I’ve heard you. At night.” My stomach flips. I thought I was being quiet, but I guess not quiet enough. “Luke—” He cuts me off. “I’ve heard you in your room, whimpering my brothers’ names. Elijah and Benedict both.” Fuck. There’s not even anything I can say to argue that because he’s right. Between the dream about Elijah and what happened with Benedict at the bakery, they’ve been going in circles on my mind lately. “I’ve been listening,” Luke admits, his voice dropping into something like a growl. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name. I’ve been wanting to hear it.” “Oh.” My movements stutter a bit at that revelation. He seems… jealous. I wouldn’t have thought Luke felt that emotion, considering how he’s always holding himself apart from everyone else, but knowing that he heard me and that he wanted me to say his name just makes me blush even more. Because I have touched myself to thoughts of him too, of course I have. But I must have stifled those noises better that time than the others. So he doesn’t know. “Do you think about me too?” Luke asks, moving in even closer, until he’s filling the space between the shower and the counter and all I can see is him. I nod, biting my lip. “Show me,” he orders. “Show me what you think about. How much you want it.” I didn’t mean to tell my entire family that I’m dating my ex’s three older brothers…But to be fair, the lie wasn’t even my fault. When my ex asked if I’d be bringing a plus-one to his holiday wedding (to my sister, by the way–don’t even get me started about that), I did what any self-respecting woman would do and said of course. I probably should’ve been prepared for followup questions, but when my ex asked who I’m dating, I drew a complete blank.That’s when his three gorgeous older brothers spoke up… at the same time. Now my family thinks I’m dating all three of them, and Elijah, Luke, and Benedict are staying in my too-small house for the holidays. To make things even more complicated, they don’t seem to get along at all, and I may have given my v-card to Elijah six years ago before he ghosted me after one night.I don’t have time for this! My life is chaotic enough as it is, trying to keep my tiny bakery afloat during the Christmas rush. The last thing I need is Benefit eyeing my curves as if he actually appreciates them, Luke barging in on me while I’m doing something very naughty in the shower, and Elijah admitting that he hasn’t slept with anyone else since that night. This is all supposed to be fake… even if the tension between us feels alarmingly real.I already fell for one Montgomery brother and got my heart broken. What would happen if I dare to let myself fall for three?
Forbidden Love With My Alpha Brother
907·HephzibahiWarning: This novel has mature content meant for adults who likes smut, raw and unfiltered words. if you're a lover of romance, forbidden love and dark secrets this is for you. ******* "Brother, I'm pregnant with our child" "Get rid of it it would be too shameful for people to hear, how could you not know contraceptive? what a shame " The man said coldly as he stormed out of the room leaving behind the stunned Clarissa.
In His Brother's Bed
8.0K·RoseHe was never supposed to be in the picture, I was supposed to live happily with my boyfriend, but he came out of nowhere. My body reacted so much to him. I touched myself thinking about him, but he never looked at me, not even once… **** Valeria had been with her boyfriend for years, and it was finally the day of their marriage. She was over the edge, but when she got to the altar, her boyfriend wasn't there. It was his sexy brother she had always fantasised about countless times, standing there. Will she marry him or call off the wedding? Dive into this book to find out.
Lost in Lust with the Daddies {steamiest- Short stories compilation}
196·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.
The Alpha's Cursed Heir
60·MaraSeraphine was never meant to live. Born in chains and raised as nothing, she grew up as a servant in the very pack that shared her blood, yet denied her every right to belong. Hated, abused, and treated as a curse, her existence was nothing more than a reminder of a past Alpha Feal wished to erase. But when a devastating war ends in defeat, her fate takes a darker turn. To save his true heirs, Alpha Feal offers Seraphine as a sacrifice to the most feared Alpha alive—the very enemy who rose from the ashes of a massacre her pack once caused. Ruthless, powerful, and driven by vengeance, he comes not for mercy… but for blood. Yet when he finally lays eyes on the broken girl presented as a princess, something doesn’t add up. Because Seraphine is more than just a sacrifice. More than just a servant. And the truth buried in her blood may be powerful enough to destroy everything—alliances, vengeance, and the very pack that betrayed her. And when that truth comes to light… no one will be spared.
Dirty Desires: The Wildest Stories Ever Told
11.0K·classic writer?+ STRICTLY FOR ADULTS ONLY. The hottest and most tantalizing collection of erotica stories ever put together! This compilation is bursting with instant love, lust and pure desire, featuring everything from forbidden desires to downright naughty escapades that are oh-so-satisfying. You can trust that this collection has it all—think sultry nuns, deceitful husbands, scandalous priests, and daring stepfathers, along with professors and stepbrothers, threesomes with strangers, and even wild family orgies. Just the thought of it sends a thrill down your spine! These stories are packed with all the explicit, lustful action you could ever dream of... Don't forget to drop your thoughts, reviews and share your favorites!
Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
124.0K·Velvet DesiresTrigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Wet Sin {Collection}
298·Alexis. D. SterlingIn a lavish mansion, innocent 19-year-old maid Lila catches her boss, Mr. James, in a forbidden moment of self-pleasure. What begins as shock ignites into a dangerous, addictive affair as he claims her body in secret risky encounters while his wife Isabelle remains in the dark.
I Faked My Death to Escape My Don Husband
56·patMy husband “died” in a Mafia shootout. I was shattered—numbly surviving for the sake of the child I hadn’t even delivered yet. Then, a month later, in a private club, I saw his “late twin brother” laughing and talking in my husband’s very voice— and I knew it at once: his death was a flawless, coordinated con. He spun a lie big enough to blot out the sky, all so he could stay by his “dying” sister-in-law’s side—night after night, tangled in her arms. So I scheduled the procedure. And on the day he planned his “rebirth,” I gave him a gift: a livestream the whole internet would watch, and a “fatal fall” even more perfect than his fake death. By the time the entire family collapsed in chaos, the real me had already been reborn on a distant, unfamiliar shore.
Fake Feast
0·-I am the family’s adopted daughter—and the prettiest decorative painting hanging on their wall. At the family’s IPO charity gala, I exposed the truth to everyone: the “masterpiece” being auctioned for twenty million was a fake—and the real one was in my hands. This wasn’t just about exposing art fraud. It was about avenging my mother, who died in a “freak fire” fifteen years ago—after she uncovered the family’s money-laundering scheme and was silenced forever.
The Vampire’ s Blood Covenant Bride
0·patA bride kneels in silk while Lucien presses silver to her pulse. Her birth father, Graham Hale, applauds, because her blood is being auctioned to save his other daughter. A “sister” coughs prettily from a velvet chaise, waiting for the bride to run dry. Lucien murmurs, “Hold still,” as if tenderness can disguise ownership. And the bride decides the only way to survive this family is to burn it down.
He Swore a Mate, and Kept Another
0·AnswerI was scrolling through an online forum when I stumbled across a post:【 How do you know if your mate is cheating?】 I was about to scroll past when a pinned comment caught my eye. 【Trust me, the most obvious sign is when he starts obsessively covering up his scent. My sponsor—an Alpha who's about to become the next Alpha King—does exactly this. Every time he sees me, he washes five times with a pine and cedar blend, terrified his "fated mate" will catch a whiff of me on him. But honestly? He's completely sick of her. She's too rational, too independent—has no idea how to please a real Alpha.】 My breath caught in my throat. Ron Blackwood—my fiancé, my boyfriend of five years—had recently started using that exact scent combination with unusual frequency. I told myself it was just a coincidence, but my fingers kept scrolling. 【Today I casually mentioned feeling unwell, and he immediately ditched her to come keep me company. We spent the whole night at Moonlight Bay. He says being there makes him feel truly free.】 The photo showed a man kissing the back of a hand—only his lips and chin visible, and on that mouth, a fresh cut. Last night, during a heated kiss, I'd bitten Ron's lip in the exact same spot. The same position. The same familiar chin and lips.
My Uncle’s Trap
10·-I was a broke barista worrying about rent—until I inherited $120 million from my uncle, who “accidentally” died and left me everything. My new boyfriend was passionate, my professor friend was gentle and reliable—I thought fate was finally paying me back. Then came the influencer boyfriend’s jealous meltdowns, secretly installing a tracker on my phone. And the gentle professor, who kept urging me to play a gacha game he designed. I spent $47,000 on that game, chasing a limited-edition card he called “rare and precious.” A programmer friend checked the backend code. Long silence. “Drop rate is zero. You were never meant to get it.” —And last night, he told me: “Persistence itself is a form of practice.” Now I’ve decided to start by looking into exactly what kind of “practice” my mentor has been conducting.
The Devil’s Bargain
18·patI signed a contract—trading my ability to love for a single chance at rebirth. In my last life, my family branded me insane, had me locked in a psychiatric ward, and I died strapped to an electroshock table. This time, I wake up twelve years old again—on the day my “little sister,” Violet, is brought into our home. While everyone crowds around her, cooing over her tears and offering comfort, I simply watch them in silence. My father demands, “Can’t you be a little kinder?” I nod. “I can. But I don’t want to.” Then I turn my back and walk out of that prison they call “family.” Years later, I’m thriving. And my family—rotting from the inside out in the hands of the “perfect daughter” they protected so carefully. The devil laughs softly at my ear: “See? I told you. You never needed something as useless as love to win.”
The Alpha They Threw Away
11·AnswerI signed my name on that goddamn "hostage" agreement. Three days. I agreed to be handed over as a hostage to the Iron Claw pack in three days, held until the Shadow pack scraped together the reparations. This should have been Vivienne's responsibility. My *dear* foster sister. She was the one who lost every last herb shipment bound for the Iron Claw pack—a loss that cost them more than ten warriors. But at this very moment, Vivienne was lounging in the Shadow pack's manor, her "injured" leg carefully wrapped in a plaster cast. And I—the true heir of the Thornheart bloodline—was the one paying for her mess. I might be tortured. Killed. A convenient outlet for the Iron Claw pack's rage. But that was fine. I would go through with it. And then I would shed everything my blood family had ever given me, return to where I truly belonged— And leave my“dear”family one hell of a surprise.
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
620·-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? ……
Return of the Barefoot Bride
0·Answer-IThey took the baby from my arms before the umbilical cord had even dried. "The Blackwell heir has no need for a good-luck charm as a mother." Dominic's mother stood in the doorway of the delivery room, her voice as cold as the surgical lights overhead. I reached desperately for that small swaddled bundle, straining with everything I had left. My sutures split open. Blood ran down the side of the operating table. No one looked at me. Every person in that room had closed around the baby like a wall. Dominic stood at the outermost edge of the crowd. He glanced at me — only once — and then turned and signed a document someone had placed in front of him. I didn't find out until later what it was. A authorization surrendering my parental custody. He hadn't even read it. Just as five months earlier, he had signed the contract that made me his wife — the same casual, indifferent hand, like processing a delivery receipt for a package he hadn't ordered and didn't want. Two orderlies escorted me out through the hospital's side entrance. No wheelchair. No pain medication. I walked barefoot across concrete in December, and behind me, the door clicked shut with the finality of a lock being turned. Three years later, I sat across from Dominic Blackwell again — this time as Chief Negotiator of the Ashford Group. He looked at my face. His pupils contracted sharply. "You —" I opened the folder in front of me and smiled, cutting him off before he could finish. "Mr. Blackwell. Let's talk about your 1.2 billion acquisition deal — the one that's about to go into default."
