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 5
Atlas guided me to the plush leather couch with gentle hands, his touch a stark contrast to the brutality I'd just endured, easing me down like I was fragile glass.
"Who the fuck hurt you like this, Ella?" he demanded, kneeling in front of me, his eyes scanning the bruises blooming on my throat and cheek, his jaw clenching like steel. "Tell me now, those marks look fresh as hell."
I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. "Zack and Zade... they found out I let you fuck me two days ago. Said I belonged to them, their cocksleeve. They... they railed me on the couch, double-teamed every hole, then dragged me out naked. They disowned me. Even Mom cut me off, called me a disgrace."
His face twisted into pure fury, the veins bulging in his neck as he shot to his feet. "Those stepbrother pricks? I'll fucking end them, Ella. God, I regret leaving you for that model bitch every goddamn day. You were my everything, innocent and pure... I was a stupid fuck."
Tears stung my eyes as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. "You're safe here." He stood, disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a cool glass of water that I sipped shakily.
Then, a naked slim blonde bombshell sauntered in, all perky B-cups, shaved pussy glistening, long legs endless. She draped herself over Atlas, planting a deep, tongue-twisting kiss right on his mouth, moaning softly as her hands roamed his abs.
I wasn't jealous, just gutted, a fresh knife-twist in my chest.
Atlas pulled back slightly, glancing at me with awkward guilt. "Ella, this is Lena, my fiancée. Our wedding's next week."
The words hit like a sledgehammer. Fiancée? After he wrecked my pussy on that piano, claimed me as his? I was a whore now, holes stretched and leaking from brothers and exes, but even innocent back then, he'd dumped me like trash.
Being pure got me discarded; being a cum-dump got me fucked and forgotten. What the fuck wins love?
I forced a brittle smile, my throat tight. "Congrats... she's stunning."
Lena smirked, sauntering to the opposite couch, flopping back and spreading her toned legs wide, pink pussy lips parting slickly. "Missed you, baby," she purred, her fingers dipping into her wet slit, rubbing her swollen clit in slow circles, juices smearing her thighs. "C'mere, eat this pussy like you own it."
Atlas hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, hurt mirroring mine, but dropped to his knees between her legs anyway. "Fuck, Lena..." He dove in, his tongue lashing her clit hungrily, slurping her nectar with wet, obscene smacks that filled the room. She arched, grinding her cunt on his face, her fingers tangled in his dark hair. "Yes, Atlas, suck my clit harder, tongue-fuck my hole!"
I couldn't look away, transfixed, my own pussy clenching traitorously and heart fracturing as his head bobbed, his lips shiny with her arousal, her moans escalating to screams. "Deeper, baby, make me squirt before your broken ex watches!"
Tears blurred my vision, but my nipples hardened under the crop top, my body betraying the agony ripping through me. Why her? Why not me?
Atlas groaned into Lena's dripping cunt like a starving man, his tongue flattened, broad and flat against her throbbing clit, lapping in firm, relentless strokes that made her hips buck wildly. "Fuck, Lena, squirt in my mouth, baby, drown me in that sweet pussy juice," he begged between slurps, his voice muffled and desperate, his hands gripping her ass cheeks to spread her wider. "Give it to me, baby, flood my throat!"
Lena's back arched off the couch, her fingers clawing the cushions as she screamed, "Yes, Atlas... oh god, drink my squirt, you filthy man!" Her pussy convulsed, her clit pulsing under his tongue, and she exploded, a gushing torrent of hot squirt spraying straight into his open mouth. He gulped it down greedily, Adam's apple bobbing, some splashing his chin and dripping onto the floor in shiny puddles. "Mmm, so fucking good," he moaned, not missing a drop, sucking her spasming hole clean before flipping her over onto all fours like a ragdoll.
Without pause, he buried his face in her ass crack, his tongue spearing her tight pink pucker aggressively, rimming her asshole with savage laps and thrusts.
"This ass is mine forever," he growled, spitting on her hole before drilling his tongue deep, fucking it in and out while fingering her squirted pussy roughly, three digits churning her gushy walls. Lena wailed, pushing back, "Eat that shithole, baby, tongue-fuck my ass till I cum again!" He mauled her cheeks, biting the flesh.
I watched from the couch, my eyes stinging with hot tears carving tracks down my cheeks.
Why couldn't he love only me? Why touch her like that, marry her, when he'd just claimed my womb two days ago? My heart splintered watching his sunflower eyes roll back in bliss from her ass-taste, his hands worshipping her slim perfection while I sat broken and discarded.
He stood up, yanking down his sweats to free his massive wrist-thick cock, veined and oozing pre-cum. "Need to fuck you now, Lena, bend over more." She obeyed, and he slammed balls-deep into her pussy from behind, the couch shaking with his brutal thrusts.
"Take this dick, princess, your tight cunt owns me!" Each plunge made her tits jiggle, her moans a symphony of ecstasy: "Harder, wreck my hole before the wedding!" He pounded mercilessly, his balls slapping her clit.
He pulled out to ram her ass next, stretching her pucker wide around his girth. "Ass-fuck your bride-to-be," she begged, and he did, churning her guts until she squirted again, screaming through another orgasm.
Finally, he looked up mid-thrust, locking eyes with me over her arched back, a cruel smirk curling his cum-smeared lips. "Ella, go to the guest bedroom down the hall. Stay the week, attend our wedding. Watch me make her mine forever."
I nodded numbly, tears flowing freely. I staggered up on wobbly legs and shuffled to the guest room. The door clicked shut behind me as their fuck-sounds echoed, his grunts, her wails, the wet slap of flesh claiming a future I could never have.
Curled on the bed, I sobbed into the pillow.
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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."
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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.