THE CLEANER'S TRIPLE BET
"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress. "Three of us... and you're dripping before we even start."
Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm.
Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: the first one to make the chubby cleaner come wins.
But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier.
Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks - moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy.
She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky.
But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?
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Chapter 4
Jax's POV
I pushed open the door to our suite with a cold can of water in my hand, the metal already sweating from the gym. The familiar smell of snacks and gym bags hit me as I stepped inside.
Theo was glued to his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard while some shooter game blasted from his headphones. Miles lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with that focused look he always got when checking swim stats.
I dropped onto the empty spot on the couch, stretching my legs out. The cold water felt good against my palm after all those reps.
"Where have you been?" Miles asked without looking up from his screen.
"Gym," I replied, cracking open the can and taking a long sip. "And you know what? Lila was there."
Miles's phone lowered instantly. He turned his head, blue eyes narrowing with interest. "Lila? Who's that? Since when do we have girls in this dorm?"
Theo let out a loud laugh from his desk, not even pausing his game. "I'm sure he's starting to hallucinate after his ex dumped him."
"Shut up," I shot back with a grin. "I dumped her, remember? And come on, don't tell me you guys haven't noticed the new cleaner around here."
Theo hit pause so fast the game sound cut off mid-explosion. He spun his chair around to face me, eyebrows raised. "Are you serious? You mean that fat girl? What was she doing in the gym? Trying to diet because we've been teasing her too much?"
I leaned back against the cushions, shaking my head. "Oh come on. You guys aren't blind. Yeah, Lila's chubby - soft belly, thick thighs, the whole package - but she's sexy as hell. My eyes work just fine when it comes to girls."
Miles tilted his head, thinking for a second. "Yeah... actually, her face is quite attractive. Cute when she blushes."
"But we all know she's getting bullied around here," Theo pointed out, crossing his arms. "And how does she even work in a men's dorm? Management must be desperate."
"Who cares about the rules?" I said, sitting up straighter. "I've got an interesting idea."
Miles groaned immediately. "No, no. I'm not getting dragged into another one of your crazy plans, Jax. Last time I joined in, I almost lost my medal in that stupid dare."
"It's not like that," I assured him, holding up my hands. "Trust me, this one's fun. You won't lose anything important."
Theo leaned forward, curiosity winning over his usual sarcasm. "Alright, spill it. What are you planning?"
I grinned, feeling the energy build. "Let's make a bet. Whoever can make Lila moan the loudest wins free beer for a whole month."
Theo blinked, then burst out laughing. "What kind of bet is that? Just free beer?"
"Yeah," I said with a shrug. "Because it's going to be easy. The prize fits the game."
Miles raised an eyebrow, finally putting his phone down completely. "How do you know this bet will be easy? You've barely talked to her."
I took another sip of water, remembering the way Lila had reacted earlier. "Because I've seen it myself. She gets aroused super easily. One deep voice, a little touch, a whisper in her ear - and she's already wet. I've met girls like her before. It won't be hard to make her moan. Simple rules: whoever gets the loudest reaction from her wins. Easy and interesting, right?"
Theo's eyes lit up. He turned back to his computer for a second, saved his game, then spun around again. "I'm definitely in!"
I looked over at Miles, who was still watching me with that careful swimmer's focus. "What about you? Come on, it's just for fun. I'm sure she'll enjoy it and won't get all emotional about it."
Miles rubbed the back of his neck, thinking it over. The room stayed quiet for a few seconds except for the low hum of Theo's computer fans. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah... okay. I'm in."
A satisfied smile spread across my face. I could already picture it - Lila in that tight uniform that hugged every soft curve, blushing bright red, trying to stay professional while one of us pushed her buttons. The three of us competing to see who could make her lose control first. It sounded perfect. Harmless fun with a curvy girl who clearly had a sensitive body.
Theo clapped his hands once. "So how do we start? You already talked to her twice, Jax. Got any tips?"
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "We take it slow at first. She's shy. Works the late shift, so she's usually alone in the hallways after most people settle down. Help her with heavy stuff, compliment the uniform, get close. Notice how fast she reacts. Last night I helped her with trash and she stared at me like I was magic. Tonight in the gym? I lifted her chin and whispered something simple - her face went red instantly. I bet she was already soaked just from that."
Miles nodded thoughtfully. "Body worship angle might work well with her. She seems like the type who doesn't hear nice things about her curves often. Soft belly, thick thighs... plenty to praise."
"Exactly," I agreed. "And she's responsive. That's the key. We don't force anything. Just friendly help that turns flirty. See who can get her breathing heavy first, then moaning. Winner gets the beer, and we all get to enjoy the show."
Theo grinned wide, already looking excited. "I like it. I can be the fun one - tease her while she's cleaning, make her laugh, then catch her off guard with a touch. You be the bold one, Jax. Miles can do that quiet intense thing he's good at."
We spent the next while tossing ideas back and forth. I described how Lila had looked reaching for the top shelf - uniform riding up, soft body stretching, cheeks pink from embarrassment and effort.
Miles mentioned he'd seen her pushing the cleaning cart earlier and noted how her hips swayed naturally. Theo joked about leaving his door open while gaming shirtless to see if she'd stare.
The more we talked, the clearer the plan became. This wasn't about being mean like the other guys in the dorm. This was different - turning the teasing into something mutual and hot. Lila seemed sweet underneath the shyness. If she got wet that easily from just my voice and a whisper, she might actually enjoy the attention once we warmed her up.
I crushed the empty can in my hand and tossed it toward the recycling bin. "Ground rules: nothing that makes her uncomfortable for real. If she says stop, we stop. But I have a feeling she won't. She's got that look - curious, horny, trying to hide it."
Miles finally smiled a little. "As long as it stays fun."
"It will," I promised. "Think about it. Late nights, empty hallways, curvy girl in a tight uniform that's already too small for her. We help her reach high places, 'accidentally' brush against her, whisper dirty little compliments. Watch her thighs press together when she gets turned on. See who can make her whimper first."
Theo laughed again, but this time it was eager. "Free beer and a chance to play with the new cleaner? Count me in twice."
We shook on it right there - a quick fist bump between the three of us to seal the deal. The bet was official. Whoever made Lila moan the loudest would drink for free the whole next month.
The Bet
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I was forced back to heal the wounds of the one that hated me the most, my stepson Adrian.
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On the night he was crowned as Alpha, his father's mark faded from my neck and Adrian's mate bond burnt harshly on my skin. But fate wasn't done yet.
We were expected to team up to fight a common foe when we could barely stand each other.
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7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
8.1
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8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
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I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.