Sin: A Forbidden Erotica Collection
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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Dive into this sizzling erotica collection of taboo tropes where forbidden flames erupt in shadows of power and secrecy. Stepfamily sparks fly between a seductive step sis and stepbrothers under one tense roof. Mythical beasts knot with innocent human girls in primal forest trysts. A mafia kingpin claims a pure-hearted nun in a ruthless game of dominance. Captor hunts prey in a thrilling chase of possession. "Dad's Best Friend" awakens cravings in his ally's daughter, shattering loyalty. "Boss x Stripper" ignites when an executive ensnares his hypnotic dancer in high-stakes control. "Professor X Student," where forbidden mentorship spirals into obsessive bonds in lecture halls after dark. "Coach x Cheerleader," rigorous drills turn into steamy locker room rituals after hours. "Priest x Parishioner," sacred confessions unravel into sinful midnight vows.
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Chapter 4
Two days later,
The front door crashed open like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile peace I'd clung to since Atlas wrecked me on that piano bench. I was lounging on the living room couch in nothing but an oversized tee and thong, scrolling through my phone, when Zack and Zade stormed in, their faces twisted in volcanic rage.
Zack's eyes locked on me first, pure murder in them, and before I could even squeak, he lunged, fisting a brutal handful of my hair and yanking my head back so hard my scalp burned.
"You filthy fucking cum-dump," he snarled, spit flying from his lips. "We told you you're ours, our personal cocksleeve and you spread those whore legs for that piece-of-shit ex while we were gone? Atlas? That sunflower-eyed prick who dumped your ass?"
Zade flanked him, ripping my tee off in one savage tear, my tits spilling out heavy and jiggling as he backhanded my cheek just hard enough to sting. "You belong to us, bitch. Not him. Time to remind you what happens to disloyal sluts."
"I..." They didn't wait for my protests.
Zack shoved me face-down over the couch arm, my ass up high, thong snapped aside like tissue paper. Zade freed his throbbing cock first and rammed it straight into my dry pussy without lube, the burn making me scream as he stretched my walls brutally.
"Take it, you betraying cunt," he growled, hips pistoning like a machine, balls slapping my clit with wet smacks that echoed through the room.
Zack crammed his dick down my throat from the front, choking me balls-deep, my gag reflex firing as he face-fucked me mercilessly, skull-fucking until drool and tears streamed down my chin. I wanted to scream but I couldn't.
"Suck it clean, Ella, taste what you earn for cheating on your owners." They tag-teamed me like animals, swapping holes. Zade was pounding my ass next, his girth splitting me open while Zack reamed my pussy, their cocks churning my guts into a sloppy mess, double-penetrating until I squirted uncontrollably, my pussy clenching around Zack's shaft as my body betrayed me with hate-fueled orgasms.
"Fuck her harder, bro, wreck this traitor hole," Zack grunted, pinching my clit viciously while Zade mauled my tits, twisting nipples until they bruised purple.
They railed me for what felt like hours, flipping me every which way on the couch cushions, my body a sweat-slicked ragdoll as they flooded every orifice, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, painting my tits, and overflowing from my gaping pussy and ass in creamy rivers that soaked the leather.
Finally spent, they yanked out, leaving me a trembling, cum-leaking heap. Zack grabbed my hair again, dragging me toward the door. "You're done, slut. Disowned. Get the fuck out.. naked." Zade flung the door wide, hurling me onto the driveway gravel on all fours, my knees scraping raw as their cum bubbled out of my wrecked holes.
The door slammed shut, locks clicking finally.
My heart shattered into fresh shards, and I staggered up on shaky legs.
Fuck them.
The clothesline in the side yard had my old crop top and denim shorts flapping. I snatched them quickly, yanking the tight top over my sticky tits, nipples poking through like diamonds and shimmying into the shorts that rode up my cum-smeared ass crack. Barefoot, I stumbled to my car and drove straight to Atlas's penthouse downtown, pounding on his door like a lifeline.
It swung open, and there he was, Atlas, shirtless in low-slung sweats, his sunflower eyes widening in horror as he took in my bruised throat, welted cheek and clothes barely containing the evidence of my fresh gangbang.
"Ella? Jesus fuck, what happened? You look like you got run over by a truck. Get in here, now." His voice cracked with raw concern, his arm shooting out to pull me inside, the door clicking shut behind us as he crushed me against his chest, his heart hammering wildly under my cheek.
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8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
8.0
For ten years, I played the safe, "wolfless" emotional support animal for my werewolf best friend, Finn, secretly loving him while he chased his toxic ex.
When she got engaged to a rival Alpha, he dragged me across the country to crash the mating ceremony, only to abandon me at the airport.
His terrifying older brother, Alpha Knox, picked me up instead and shattered my world with one sentence: Finn had always known how I felt, and he intentionally weaponized my devotion.
To prove how little I meant to him, Knox orchestrated a cruel test at a seedy Rogue club.
While I sat right next to Finn in a sticky booth, Knox sent over a stripper.
"You don't mind, right, Sloane? It's just a gift," Finn slurred.
Without hesitating, he let the stripper straddle him right in front of me, burying his face in her neck to chase away the pain of his ex.
A decade of my blind loyalty turned to ash in that smoke-filled room.
I hated my defective, wolfless biology, but I hated him more for treating me like a stray dog begging for scraps.
Why did I waste my entire youth protecting a male who didn't even see me as a woman?
Suffocating on shame and fury, I fled to the cramped club bathroom to hide.
*Click.*
The deadbolt slid into place, and the intoxicating scent of a violent thunderstorm and spent gunpowder swallowed me whole.
Alpha Knox Crawford stood against the locked door, his merciless eyes pinning me to the sink.