Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires
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Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires.
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"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."
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This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED.
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Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires Chapter 1
Avery
I'm going to regret this.
Or not.
“This is a very very bad idea, Kate.”
Kate nudges my shoulder, shrugging as I turn away from the chaos to look at her.
“Relax, Avery. It’s just a party,” she says giggling, already half-drunk. I should have known she was drunk when I called her and her responses were slurred. My fucking boyfriend broke up with me tonight and Kate was the only one I could call. Her solution for getting over my ex was joining her at the college boobs and booze party.
“Just a party? There are fucking boobs everywhere..” an obviously drunk blondie with large boobs passes by, waving at me with a wink. “In my face!” I continue as I shoot daggers with my eyes at Kate.
“That was fucking hot,” she laughs, taking one more shot down.
“Kate!”
“Where would you rather be, Avery? At home crying in your fucking bed? Or at this party kissing hot dudes and girls?”
I stay silent, knowing I do not want to do the former. Hell, I do not want to think of him ever again.
Kate leans in closer to me, her dark hard nipples grazing my bare arm. “You might even get fucked with some good dick, not the tiny weenie Derek had you stuck with.”
“Kate,” I whisper-yell, hitting her playfully. She had seen my ex-boyfriend’s dick when she mistakenly walked into my room while I was giving the jerk a blowjob.
“You know I'm only saying the truth girl,” Kate says, raising her eyebrows.
“I’ll stay,” I whisper.
“Now you’re talking bitch.” Kate hands me a cup of what I think should be alcohol but doesn’t quite smell like it. I don’t bother to ask as I hold my breath, downing the contents in a gulp. My throat burns almost immediately.
“Now, take off your top and show off those titties.” I hesitate for a moment, thinking about how much of a bad idea this is. “It’s a boobs and booze party for fucks sake, Avery,” Kate adds, gesturing to her bare titties and alcohol on the table.
“Ladies…ladies,” a dark-skinned dude with beautiful grey eyes walks up to us. He has his eyes fixed on my legs.
“Heavens, those are perfect legs.” He licks his bottom lip and finally drags his eyes to mine. “I’ll give anything to spread them and have you sit on my face,” he adds.
“Avery, Ben. Ben, Avery,” Kate says, doing the awkward introductory part.
“K, you never told me you had a very hot friend,” Ben says. I become awkwardly shy.
“You never asked,’ Kate replies.
A scream, overpowering the loud music steals our attention as we turn in the direction it came from. One of the cheerleading hotties is getting fucked on a couch by Mason, the football captain. He is pounding into her from behind, her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust. I shut my eyes, looking away as fast as I can.
“How?” I ask, puzzled why I get to watch two adults fuck themselves out in the open …” Why?”
“The party’s just getting started,” Ben laughs, turning back to look at me.
“Heads up, Ben, Avery’s one of the good girls,” Kate adds with a mocking tone.
“I’m not a good girl,” I retort.
“Then prove it to me,” Kate dares, her eyes growing darker with mischief.
“I will,” I answer before thinking of how foolish this is going to turn out to be.
“Then take that damn top off,” she dares. I fucking hate her but backing out will make Ben and everyone here think I’m a weak one. I stop myself just before I talk myself out of it.
“Fuck yes,” I retort, pulling my pink crop top over my head, leaving just my black mini-skirt.
“Well fuckkkkk,” Ben groans as his gaze moves to my boobs. Kate has a smug look on her face. “Much better. Now go fuck!”
The blonde girl who had passed before walks to us this time and stops in front of Kate. She has nothing at this time.
“I’ll catch up with you later, Avery,” Kate says, her eyes glued to the blondie’s heavy chest. “Or not.” She spanks the blondie’s ass, pulling her away with her as they leave Ben and I on the spot.
“Let’s go have some fun,” he says, nodding his head towards the stairs. I follow behind him as he leads us through a crowd of high and drunk college kids till we get to an empty room upstairs. There’s a bed with blue sheets half-laid.
“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.”
Fuck Derek.
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Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
