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 6
On the wedding day, sunlight poured over the garden like molten gold, turning the whole scene into a cruel fairy tale. I lingered at the back, my black dress clinging to my skin like a second layer of regret, watching Atlas in his sharp tuxedo, those sunflower eyes now fixed on Lena, wrapped in white lace. The officiant blathered about undying love, and they recited vows.
Atlas's voice was gravelly, promising to "cherish her, protect her," Lena purring back about "forever legacy." Lies, all of it, twisting like knives in my gut.
They signed the marriage certificate next, gold pens gliding over creamy paper amid polite applause from the elite crowd, sealing their sham. Then he slipped that massive diamond onto her finger, his lips brushing her knuckles tenderly.
Their first dance started under twinkling lights, his hands possessive on her tiny waist, her cheek nuzzled into his chest, their bodies melting together as violins swelled. Guests cheered, clapping like seals as confetti burst around them. Rage exploded in my chest, hot and blinding. I couldn't breathe. Stomping away in my heels, I shoved through the crowd to the balcony, city lights sprawling below like an indifferent void, slamming the glass door behind me.
Rough hands seized my hips from behind, yanking me flush against his solid heat, his tuxedo jacket rumpled, his breath ragged on my neck. "Ella, stop," he growled, fingers bruising my flesh.
I whirled, shoving his chest futilely. "Why, Atlas? Why marry her after you fucked me senseless two days ago? After you said I was yours?"
He trapped me against the cold railing, his eyes wild with conflict. "I love her, Ella. She's everything, pure and perfect."
"Bullshit!" I snarled, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You're full of shit!"
His mouth slammed onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep, tasting of champagne and betrayal. I slapped him across the face. "Why kiss me now? You just swore your life to her!"
Atlas's cheek reddened, but he laughed, stepping closer. "Business, baby. Her father's merger hands me the company on a platter. I don't love that skinny bitch.. never did. It's you. Always you. Your wrecked holes, your broken tears... I need to fuck you right now, claim what's mine one last time."
My heart fractured, fury melting into aching want. "Then do it. Make me feel something real."
He spun me around, bunching my dress up to my waist, tearing my thong clean off with a rip.
His cock prodded my slick entrance before driving in slow at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch until he bottomed out, cockhead kissing my cervix like a brutal promise.
"Fuck, Ella... so goddamn tight, even after those stepbrothers ruined you," he groaned, his hands vise-like on my hips.
Then he thrusts, each one plunging balls-deep, grinding that fat head against my womb's entrance, sending shocks of pain-laced pleasure ripping through me. I sobbed openly, tears streaming down my cheeks, heart shattering into shards as he fucked me like a man possessed, his hips snapping with wet, obscene slaps, his balls smacking my ass rhythmically.
"Harder, Atlas.. wreck me!" I gasped, pushing back, my pussy clenching greedily around his pistoning shaft.
"God, yes.. feel that? My cock owning your sloppy cunt, battering this cervix till you break," he rasped, one hand snaking around to rub my swollen clit in furious circles, the other yanking my hair to arch my back.
He went deeper with every savage drive, stretching me to my limits, juices squirting out around his girth, soaking our thighs. My body betrayed me, my pussy fluttering wildly as orgasms crashed one after another, gushing floods that made him growl. "Squirt for me, you heartbroken slut."
I wailed, sobbing harder, "Why can't it be me forever? Why shove me aside?" Emotions choked me as he hammered faster, his cock swelling impossibly thicker, his veins pulsing against my walls.
"Cuz you're my dirty secret, now take my cum!" He roared, burying to the hilt, his cockhead flaring against my cervix as he erupted, thick ropes blasting straight into my womb, flooding me hot and sticky. Pulse after pulse, he pumped me full, groaning my name like a prayer.
But as he softened, reality crashed back. He yanked out roughly, cum gushing down my trembling legs in creamy rivers. His eyes hardened. "Enough. Get out, Ella. Don't ruin my night."
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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.