Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection
TRIGGER WARNING
This book is STRICTLY EROTICA. It contains graphic sexual content, taboo themes, age gaps, and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences only (18+).
If you are underage or easily disturbed by mature, forbidden, or extreme content, do not read this book.
About the Collection
This is not romance. There are no fade-to-black moments.
Every word drips with heat, sin, and raw pounding desire. Between these pages, you'll find stories that push boundaries and explore the forbidden-age gap temptation, reckless taboos, and sinful encounters.
And when you think you can't take more, a bonus awaits you at the end-an exclusive MILF , BDSM series written to make you horny instantly.
If you came here for the hottest, most descriptive, most unapologetic erotica.
You're in the right place.
Are you ready to sin?
Don't touch yourself too muchðŸ¤
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Chapter 5
Tasha POV "You really can't be selling me off to men like I'm so damn thing you own!" I snapped, my voice shaking with and pure frustration. "Baby, If you've got a problem with that, then maybe you'd rather get your ass back to prison." "This wasn't the deal. I was supposed to strip, not-" I paused, my stomach twisting. "Not do hookups. You gaslit me into prostitution , and now you signed me up in an orgy fest?" "Exactly, you got it right," Madam said, her lips curling into a smirk. I stared at her in disbelief. "Why me? Why are you always on my neck? There are tons of other girls-way hotter-who could do this. Why can't you let me be? Why do you keep picking on me?" I was practically yelling. She tilted her head. "Oh, sweetheart don't raise your voice, darling. It's unattractive." "Are you rage-baiting me?" I snapped, anger bubbling out before I could stop it. "Seems like you're beginning to forget your place, Tasha." You're here to work and pay off your debts." She shoved her hand into a locker, pulling out an old record book. Her pen traced down a page. "Let's see... ah, here you are." Her lips curled. "Tasha Knox. Income: 13k dollars. Debt: 67k dollars". She shut the book with a loud snap. "So, bitch, I'm doing your ass a favor. Get your ass oiled up. You've got an orgy to attend. Fuck as many men as you can and bring in good cash." I swallowed hard. I couldn't even argue. I couldn't do anything. The debt is overwhelming, and I urgently need to do everything I possibly can to free myself from this mistake. I turned to leave. "Hey, hey, Tasha," Madam whispered. I stopped, a flicker of hope sparked in me. Maybe she's reconsidering her decisions.. I turned, forcing a fake smile. "Yes, Madam Cupid?" She pouted. " Ugh, just call me Cupid. I'm not old. I just happen to be in charge of all you lovely bitches in Euphoria." "Euphoria". The name makes me laugh inside, whenever I hear it . The club was anything but euphoric. "Ugh, fix your attitude, bitch." She spat, I guess she noticed my strange facial expression. "Anyway, Natasha's coming today. Her tone softened, which instantly put me on edge. You could use your orgy money for a little upgrade, you know. Get your body done. Sexier body, more men, more money." I scoffed. "Natasha? The unlicensed nurse?" "What do you mean unlicensed? You don't need a license to be a BBL nurse. You could literally just wake up one day and start doing it-watch a few YouTube videos and boom, you're set." Plus, Natasha's been doing it for ages. It's just seven grand and you're brand new." "Seven thousand dollars? That's 'just' to you?" I barked a laugh. "Cupid, I can't even pay rent. I'm not about to risk ending up looking like-" I stopped, my eyes scanning her uneven hips. "-like you." I Really can't afford to be a lab rat for some botched experiment like yours." The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her expression dropped. "What did you just say?" "You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that's nowhere near a BBL. Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. " She cut me off before I could finish my sentence. "Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?" she barked. I smirked. "It's giving melted plastic." "Cupid , my dear, you literally can't do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record-'woman who fucked 150 men in 12 hours.' Go ahead," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She smirked. "Thanks for the idea, Tasha." My eyes widened. "Wait, what? I was joking!" I raised my shoulders, scrambling. "I didn't mean it!" She rolled her eyes. " don't care, bitch. Get dressed. Grab some lube. They shouldn't be fucking a dry pussy." I smirked. "Jokes on you. My pussy's always wet and juicy. That's why men pick me over you. "The only reason you're still in a high-ranking position in this club is because you've been at it for years, and you still haven't paid off your debt." Her eyes burned with rage. "Keep talking, bitch." I smirked, whispering as I walked away, "Amoeba." Her mouth dropped open, but I didn't care. I turned and walked away, her shocked silence trailing behind me. ********* "Hey, Tasha!" I turned around to see Nicolas. "What now?" I snapped, rolling my eyes, my frustration boiling over. He chuckled. "You've always got an attitude." "Maybe because I'm tired of this hellhole," I said flatly. "We all are, not just you ," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "So fix your face. More smiles, more customers. That's how we get out." "Easy for you to say?" I spat. He shrugged, smirking. "Uh, yeah." "Tch." I folded my arms. "You're the reason we're all in this mess, Nicolas. You and your stupid deal." He frowned. "No, no, no, missy. You're not dumping that on me. We all agreeded to this, remember? Better here than in prison." He gave me a playful elbow. I shot him a death stare. "Touch me again and I'll rearrange your teeth." Yanking my arm from his grip. "Fuck you, Nicolas," I muttered under my breath as I kept walking. He raised his hands in surrender. "Damn, calm down. You look sexy today though. We could do a quickie sweetie" "Go to hell, Nicolas," I sneered as I walked away. Men whistled and slapped my ass and groped my boobs as I passed. I didn't flinch anymore. In Euphoria, I was a slave, and they had every right. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the walls, drowning out my thoughts. I reached the changing room, expecting it to be empty. But it wasn't. My heart sank. A bunch of girls were packing up, like their shift was over. I froze. "Why's everyone leaving?" No one answered. "Screw them all," I muttered under my breath, because why the fuck am I ignored? They don't like me-which is totally fine, I don't like them either, but they make it so obvious. Argh, at least I hide my hatred sometimes. Well, I don't even care. I went to my station and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup was smudged, my hair a mess. "Argh, fuck," I muttered. "I just need a place to crash out, this club should even have a rage room." The girls behind me burst out laughing. I didn't know what was so funny. One of them, Lila, the pink head, sauntered over. "Why are you dressing up?" she asked, her tone mocking. "Why aren't you dressing up?" I shot back. She smirked. "Relax, I'm just asking. Don't take your aggression out on me. I'm loved at home, unlike you . I'm just asking because Cupid said someone volunteered to strip for us all, so we get to go home. My brows furrowed. "Who?" She grinned. "No one knows. We asked everyone else-they said it wasn't them. You're the only one left. And, well, you're obsessed with cocks, so we just asummed it's you". "No hard feelings." I clenched my fists. The urge to slap her was overwhelming , but I couldn't. Fighting meant losing all the income I've worked for. So I smiled instead. "Cute theory." Then I turned back to the mirror, picking up my lip liner and tracing the edges carefully. Pink-hair scoffed and stomped off. "Tch, Bitch," I whispered under my breath. I looked at my reflection again, straightening my red hair into a loose beach wavy bun. My eyes glistened, but I refused to cry. The door creaked open, and for a second, I thought it was Cupid again - ready to dump more crap on me. But it wasn't. It was Nina. My roommate, or at least the closest thing I had to a friend in this messed-up place. "Tash," she said softly, walking closer. "You good?" I sighed. "Define good." She gave me a sad smile. "I heard what Cupid said. About the orgy. You don't have to go honey ." I scoffed. "And what? Go back to prison? She'll find a way to make me pay either way, and you all might likely get affected ." Nina bit her lip. "I've got a plan," she whispered. I turned to her. "Oh God, please don't tell me it's one of your crazy ideas again." She grinned. "Maybe. But this time, it'll work. There's a truck leaving tonight. For real. If we can sneak out before midnight-" "Nina," I cut her off. "If we get caught, it's game over. You know that." I'd go, I'd be fine baby, I said, my voice sooting. "Just stay and maybe look for some clients who want a private slow dance or fuck, okay, babe?" Â
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8.8
A Crave For Love
8.8
Lily grew up surrounded by warmth, responsibility and love. As the eldest child in a close-knit family, she learned early how to nurture others, yet deep inside she longed for the protective affection she never received as a child which is the love of an elder brother.
When she marries young, full of hope and carefully built expectations, Lily believes marriage will finally give her the deep, expressive love she has always craved. But soon after the wedding, her dreams begin to unravel.
Her husband is kind, responsible and dependable, yet emotionally distant in ways she does not understand. Night after night, Lily finds herself crying silently, praying for a love she can feel, touch, and hear.
Unbeknownst to Lily, her husband's heart is shaped by a very different past. Raised as the first child in a family of ten, with years spent away at boarding schools, he learned early to survive, not to nurture. Love, to him is shown through actions, sacrifice and provision not words or physical affection.
As their marriage stretches under the weight of unspoken expectations, misunderstandings grow, and Lily begins to question whether love alone is enough to sustain a union where hearts seem to speak different languages.
A Crave for Love is a deeply emotional and realistic exploration of marriage, unmet expectations, and the painful journey toward understanding. It is a story of two imperfect people learning that love is not always what we imagine but sometimes, what we learn to grow into.
Through heartbreak, prayer, patience, and growth, Lily and her husband discover that true love is not found in perfection, but in the courage to adapt, communicate, and choose each other every day.
8.7
For eighteen years, I lived as the lowest Omega in the Silver Moon Pack, surviving only because Alpha Gideon took me under his wing.
But the moment his coffin was lowered into the ground, his wife and the new Alpha son immediately turned on me.
"Her presence has brought a curse upon us!"
Luna Lyra pointed a trembling finger at me in the freezing rain, blaming me for Gideon's sudden death.
She stripped me of my pack ties and permanently exiled me into the deadly wilderness with nothing but a wooden toy.
The entire pack watched with cold contempt as I was thrown out like garbage.
To make matters worse, the new Alpha later hunted me down in the woods, threatening to kill me just to steal the only thing Gideon had secretly left behind for me—an ancient, unreadable book.
I didn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or what terrifying secret this blank book held that made my own pack want me dead.
But the moment my foot crossed the pack boundary, an ancient, immense power I never knew I had snapped free inside my veins.
I was no longer their weak Omega.
And when I escaped deeper into the forest and crashed straight into the arms of a wounded Rogue, my destiny completely rewrote itself.
Because he wasn't just a Rogue, but the legendary Northern Alpha King.
And as his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine, our inner wolves roared the exact same word:
"Mate!"
7.1
I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage.
She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose.
Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me.
So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell.
Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more.
I thought graduation meant freedom from him.
I was wrong.
Now he's my stepbrother.
He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me.
But hate isn't clean anymore.
It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more.
He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue.
I call him every name I can think of under my breath.
How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
8.5
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.