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Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires. This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it's stories that will keep you up at night. ****************** "Ever had sex before?" he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There's a huge bulge in his boxer already. "Ye..yes," I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm. "Good, cause i'm going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop." I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there. "Bend over, princess." ************************* This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED This is a collection of every lustful desires you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!

Stella Chen woke up on the morning of her own wedding — five years in the past — with the memory of every betrayal she had yet to survive. Her fiancé Ethan. Her little sister Mia. Twenty years of a marriage that hollowed her out until there was nothing left to bury. This time, she didn't write her own name on the marriage license. She wrote Mia's. Then she bought a one-way train ticket to Harbor City, enrolled in a university two thousand kilometers from everyone who had ever used her, and started over with nothing but the knowledge of how every lie eventually unravels. But the past doesn't stay behind. Ethan comes after her. Mia comes after her. And a man named Gabriel Moore — who once built an empire and grieved her death and never understood why — keeps looking at her like he already knows her from somewhere. He does. He just doesn't know it yet. A second-chance revenge romance about a woman who stopped waiting to be chosen — and chose herself instead.

On what should have been the happiest day of my life, Nicholas Robertson, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, acted as if I were a stranger. In front of the entire pack, he declared that Goldie Cruz, the Luna of the Crimson Tide Pack, was his true mate, demanding I remove the ceremonial gown I had prepared for our marking ceremony. "You’re absolutely not worthy of being my Luna. Take it off!" I was desperate, humiliated, and tried to remind him of the bond we had shared, the memories we had built over the years. But he dismissed me with a cold sneer, calling me an unfit mate. I turned to my parents, fellow Omegas of the pack, seeking their support, but all I received were harsh words of blame. "You chased after the Alpha, and now you’re embarrassed—serves you right!" My spirit shattered, I faced the impossible. Later, Nicholas claimed his memory had returned and pleaded with me not to leave him. *** The marking ceremony was supposed to be in full swing, yet I found myself locked in the ceremonial chamber, stripped of my dignity. Just a wall away, the ritual was unfolding, the Luna exchanging vows with the Alpha.

For five years, I built a new life from the ashes of my old one. I was a mother to Cale, the kindest boy in the world, and the woman who was destroyed by Congressman Hampton Garner was just a ghost. Then a schoolyard fight brought it all crashing down. The boy Cale fought was Ignatius-my son, the one Hampton stole from me at birth. To protect Cale, I knelt on the principal's office floor and begged for his forgiveness, just as Hampton himself walked through the door. He warned me to stay away, but then used our sick son to drag me back into his world, threatening Cale's life to ensure my compliance. I was trapped between the son I raised and the one I was forced to abandon, a pawn in their cruel games all over again. Then Hampton's brother appeared, offering me a chance for revenge, but only if I played his game and put my family in the crossfire. I was a pawn once. Never again.

I was kidnapped, but my ex Calvin Thornton dismissed it as a ploy to pressure him. His cruel words-offering ransom to "teach me a lesson"-left me desperate. Jasper Lancaster, a powerful figure, rescued me. Amidst danger, we grew close, and I chose him over Calvin. When Calvin later regretted, begging me to return and even risking his life to retrieve a tossed ring, I'd already moved on. Wearing Jasper's ring, I made clear my choice: I'd found someone who valued me, and Calvin's belated apologies couldn't undo the past. My heart now belongs to Jasper, and I'll never look back.

My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes. It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate. When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back. At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake. So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground.

Owen, the wealthy heir once said to be on his last legs, spent a fortune to marry Anna, a girl thought to lack wits. Their social circle loved to joke that the pair made the "perfect" couple. After the wedding, however, Owen's health quickly returned, and Anna shattered every rumor about her being simple-minded. A powerful figure fiercely protected her, and a hacker group called her boss. The design world looked up to her, and assassins followed her word. Even the business world saw her as a force to be reckoned with. They only realized then, Anna was no ordinary woman, and Owen truly adored her with all his heart forever. Owen wrapped her in his arms, his gaze so tender it felt almost unbearable. "I've known all along. I chose to be the sword in your hand." As her façade crumbled, Anna confessed, "I'm sorry for using you."

Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to fuck each other as much as they want to fuck her. Yup, that's literally the plot.... well also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself. Expect; Steamy straight sex, gay sex, bi sex, messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it's hotter to just watch), and BDSM. When Myla's husband can't give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident-so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers. Now she's tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can't stop touching her... or each other. But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.

My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him. Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air. Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup. But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question. "The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..." Clemmie didn't just want my husband; she wanted my heart to cure her "sickness" and steal my White Wolf power. I waited for Kaeden to refuse. Instead, he rubbed his temples and delivered my death sentence. "Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest." "And the fetus?" the doctor asked. "Incinerate it." Those words killed me faster than the silver. I died on the operating table that night, my heart flatlining for three minutes to stage my death. Kaeden thinks I am ash in a jar. He thinks he saved his mistress. But when I opened my eyes in the safe house, they weren't brown anymore. They were glowing silver. Beside me, my daughter slept, alive and radiating ancient power. The weak Luna is dead. The White Wolf has risen. And I am going home to take back my pack.

I spent two years sweating on construction sites, hauling drywall and mixing cement, just to give Brittni the normal life she said she wanted. On our anniversary, I sat in our dark kitchen with a plate of homemade fettuccine and a one-carat diamond ring I’d saved six months of wages for, waiting for her to come home. Then my phone pinged. An Instagram notification showed Brittni at a luxury rooftop gala, a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice, and a wealthy socialite’s hand resting possessively on her waist. She was wearing the expensive red dress I bought her for her birthday—the one she told me was "too fancy" for our simple dinner dates. The caption read, "Back with my queen," and Brittni had replied with a single red heart. Minutes later, she texted me: "Stuck at a late-night board meeting, babe. Don't wait up. Love you!" I looked at the cold, congealed pasta and the jagged scar on my ribs from my time in the special forces, realizing the last two years were nothing but a lie built on her pity and my desperate need for normalcy. I didn't scream or throw my phone. Instead, a strange, predatory calm washed over me—the "Ghost" persona kicking in to shut down the noise of heartbreak and focus on mission parameters. I was done being the "simple builder" who worried about rent while she used me as a placeholder until a "better" man came along. I walked to the closet, pried up a loose floorboard, and pulled out a gold signet ring bearing the Hubbard family crest—the symbol of the multi-billion-dollar empire I had rejected five years ago. I dropped the modest engagement ring into the trash on top of the wasted pasta and dialed a number I had sworn never to call again. "It's time, Harve. I'm coming home." The motorcade was dispatched before I even hung up. As I stepped into a blacked-out Cadillac and watched the $50 million deposit hit my account, I realized how small Brittni’s world truly was. She thought she was trading up for a Rolex and a social media tag, but she was about to find out that the man she just ghosted was the heir to the very empire that owned her future.

My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."

On Thanksgiving, my husband suggested a night skiing trip, and along the way, we picked up his "blast from the past." What was meant to be a romantic getaway for two suddenly became an awkward trio. Sensing my frustration, Legacy Clark tried to ease my mind with a smile, "Estrella, don't overthink it. I'm just doing this as a favor for her brother." But Arabella Elliott, a skiing novice, refused to hire an instructor and instead begged Legacy for lessons. Without hesitation, he started giving her private coaching. As expected, Arabella lost control and crashed into me, despite my pregnancy. Her ski pole pierced my abdomen, leaving me in a pool of blood, my life hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, Legacy didn't even glance my way, his focus entirely on comforting Arabella, who’d merely taken a minor spill. In that instant, I realized this marriage was beyond saving. As I lay on the ground, feeling the blood drain from my body, Legacy was oblivious. His attention was solely on soothing the teary-eyed Arabella.

To help my husband raise money for his mother's medical expenses, I started doing freelance illustration work online, using my hand-drawing skills. One day, I received a message from a new client. “Hi there, I’d like to commission a drawing of a couple.” The message included a photo of my husband, Elijah, with a young woman. Seeing the photo made my head spin. I wondered if the exhaustion from working non-stop all week had blurred my vision, making me mistake someone who resembled him. I zoomed in and out of the photo until I was absolutely certain. The man in the photo was unmistakably Elijah. Holding down the chaos inside me, I messaged the girl to dig a little deeper. “No problem.” “There’s a special offer right now, and I can add text as a border for free. Would you like that?” She replied quickly.

I always used the lemon oil on the mahogany desk. Maddox claimed the scent grounded him when the phantom pains in his 'useless' legs flared up. For five years, I had rubbed that oil into the heavy grain of the wood. For five years, I had been the saintly, self-sacrificing wife of the tragically paralyzed Maddox Hawkins, trading my twenties and my career for a life of sponge baths, physical therapy schedules, and quiet, suffocating pity. Today, the rag caught on a hairline fracture beneath the center drawer. A sharp, metallic *snick* broke the absolute silence of the penthouse study. A false bottom dropped heavily onto my lap. I froze, the lemon-scented rag slipping from my fingers. Inside the shallow, hidden compartment lay a single, black leather-bound diary. The leather was worn at the edges, handled often.

Godiva's life takes an unexpected turn when a simple pizza delivery leads her into the arms of a man she’s never met before—an encounter that sets the stage for her greatest transformation. Thrust into a world of secrets and power, she soon discovers her fated bond with not one, but two mysterious and captivating Alpha twins, Castor and Pollux Melluci. As a descendant of the Moon Goddess, Godiva’s connection with the twins forges a powerful, unbreakable bond. But as their love deepens, a dark and terrible force emerges from the shadows, threatening to tear apart everything she holds dear. The storm brewing around them pushes Godiva to her limits, forcing her to make an impossible choice between two of the most important things in her life. With danger closing in and her heart torn, will Godiva be able to choose between her destiny and her happiness? Or will she defy fate itself to claim the future she longs for with Castor and Pollux? The stakes have never been higher, and the price of her decision may change everything.

The night before our marking ceremony, Alpha Wayne slipped a sleeping potion into my drink, allowing his childhood friend, Maya Spencer, to cut my long hair. When I awoke and saw my reflection in the mirror, I was devastated. Maya, her hair styled in playful curls, feigned remorse: "Oops, my hand slipped. You’re not mad at me, are you?" "It's all my fault for making Evelyn Robinson the ugliest Luna ever!" Alpha Wayne teased, playfully tapping her nose, excusing her behavior: "Just throw on a wig. The ceremonial veil covers everything; no one will outshine you." The room fell silent as everyone waited for me to react, expecting a tantrum like before. Instead, I calmly removed the protective amulet from around my neck and placed it in Maya’s hand: "Why go through the motions? Just switch mates; the veil hides everything anyway." My unexpected response took them by surprise. "I only wanted to give you a new hairstyle, Evelyn, but it just slipped... Please don’t be upset," Maya pleaded, leaning into Alpha Wayne, her eyes brimming with crocodile tears. The others avoided eye contact, mumbling attempts to ease the tension: "You’re misunderstanding, Evelyn.

I'm Zoe, formerly known as Chloe. My childhood was filled with tragedy. My father, Alpha Lucian, believed Vanessa's false accusations and callously stuffed my mother into a suitcase, leading to her death. He ignored my pleas and mistreated me, even endangering my life to save Vanessa's baby. When the truth about Vanessa's crimes emerged, my father was consumed by guilt and regret. Years later, I returned to confront him before traveling back in time. I warned my younger father of the future, preventing the tragic bond. This changed everything, allowing my mother to live a different life, bond with another, and still have me while pursuing her career.

"You don't belong in my world," he growled, his hand tightening around my waist. "Then why do you keep pulling me deeper into it?" I whispered. Ten years ago, I lost everything, my parents, my innocence, my trust in fate. I only remember his shaking hands... and the birthmark on his arm. Now, the most feared man in the city wants me. A billionaire who commands blood and silence. A mafia king who kneels only in the dark, only for me. But what happens when I discover that the man I love... ...is the same man who destroyed my life?

I spent three years as the hidden mistress of Wall Street tyrant Damon Vaughn. Our no-strings arrangement meant I was his to command, a secret he kept locked away in the dark. Then I saw the Instagram post. It was Damon, raising a champagne glass with his perfect high-society fiancée, the caption hinting that wedding bells were just around the corner. I ended it that night, leaving his black card on his nightstand and blocking his number for good. But a man like Damon doesn't accept being told no. He retaliated by buying the entire building my tech startup was in. He cornered me on the street, slamming his fist into my car's hood, his face a mask of terrifying rage. He was a possessive monster, planning his perfect marriage while refusing to release me from my cage. The humiliation of being his disposable secret burned hotter than my anger. To finally break him, I lied about having a blind date. But the lie became a terrifying reality when my mother forced me into that exact date. Now, Damon has kidnapped me, and as he shoves me out of his car in front of the restaurant, his voice is a low, dangerous whisper meant only for me. "Remember who you belong to."

Selena Silvermist was never meant to lead. But when her gentle brother is cast out like he's nothing-and the power-hungry Lucas rises to claim what isn't his-Selena steps forward, ready to fight for the Alpha title... and everything she loves. With her first shift looming and a dangerous power awakening beneath her skin, Selena must train harder than ever. But something is changing-not just within her, but around her. The forest grows restless. Creatures that shouldn't exist begin to stir. And the closer she gets to her transformation, the more she realizes... Her wolf is not normal. Far from home, her brother Elian finds himself trapped within the walls of the Citadel, summoned into the presence of the feared and untouchable king, Kael Draven. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous. But from the moment their eyes meet, something shifts. A bond Elian doesn't understand. A claim he never agreed to. And a king who watches him like he already belongs to him. As tension rises within the Citadel and shadows begin to move in the wild, Selena and Elian are pulled toward a fate neither of them chose. One must fight to survive what she is becoming... while the other must uncover the truth of what he has already become. Because in a world ruled by power, blood, and destiny- Some bonds are not given. They are taken.

The stench of rot and fear clung to me in the brutal prison pen. I pushed away my uncle’s smile; revenge burned cold. Survive. The gate screeched, a guard's roar herding us out. A scarred man stopped, gripped my chin, sniffed, then barked, "This one. Pull her out." My time was up. Dragged to Alpha Baron Stone—who trembled at the Alpha King’s name—my "unusual" scent marked me. Stripped, lashed by silver, scrubbed raw, every trace of me vanished. From my cell, I watched in horror as others were thrown into an arena, torn apart by starved wolves. My stomach heaved. Why me? Why was I spared *that* gruesome end, only to be prepared for a terrifying king? An old Omega woman opened my door with bread—a chilling sign I wasn't meant for the arena. A cold resolve solidified: I would survive this hell, remember my uncle’s face, and learn what twisted fate the Alpha King had chosen.

The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.

Eight years of love ended in betrayal. Jessica thought she was reclaiming her independence with a quiet solo dinner—until her cheating ex showed up, arm-in-arm with the woman he left her for. Humiliated and cornered, she’s rescued by an unexpected stranger: Laurent, a charming young waiter who slips effortlessly into the role of “boyfriend” and dismantles her ex with razor-sharp wit. The next morning, a single thank-you text turns into an offer that could change both their lives—Jessica hires Laurent as an intern at her design studio. But on his very first day, the past comes storming back through the front door. Juan wants to tear her down again, this time in front of her entire team. What happens next is the kind of stand someone only dreams of having—a fierce, public defense that leaves everyone breathless… and Jessica wondering if this pretend romance is starting to feel dangerously real.

The baby kicked inside me as I sat alone in our barely furnished quarters, my hands resting on my swollen belly. Today was my birthday—not that it mattered to anyone in the Silvercrest Pack. Especially not to Bear. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. 8:17 PM. The pack house across the grounds was lit up like a Christmas tree, laughter and music floating through the evening air. Someone was having a celebration tonight. "Did you hear about the Alpha Summit gala?" A female voice drifted through my open window—two pack members chatting as they passed by. "Katherine looks stunning in that new designer dress. Alpha Bear spared no expense." My stomach tightened.