Daman Cole had one rule. Never get emotionally attached. The chase was always enough. There was something about forbidden women that awakened the darkest parts of him. The stolen moments. The dangerous secrets. The thrill of taking what should never have been his. Then he met Lola Carter. She wasn't just another married woman. She was Marcus Carter's wife. Marcus... his business partner. His best friend. The one man who trusted him without question. What began as harmless conversations became stolen glances. Stolen glances became dangerous secrets. And before either of them realized it, they were trapped in an obsession that demanded more than either was willing to lose. Because some affairs destroy marriages. This one threatened to destroy friendship, family, an empire built by two brothers, and the lives of everyone caught in the middle. Some lines should never be crossed. They crossed every one of them. Warning ⚠️ Extremely explicit. Contains heavy cheating, risk play, detailed adult scenes, and zero regrets. Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised.

The air in Meera's household was thick with the scent of jasmine.

Emma wanted to stay invisible. Get through college. Work. Survive. No incidents. No detours. Then she lands a job that sounds too perfect to be real-working for Claire Whitmore, a successful, composed woman who knows exactly what she wants. And for Jonathan Whitmore. Claire's husband. Emma's professor. Dominant, guarded, dangerously compelling. Between numbers, shared dinners, and glances that linger a moment too long, the balance Emma has so carefully built begins to falter. She watches. She longs. And realizes too late that she has already been seen. Three people. Three desires. And a girl that could change everything. A sensual journey into the forbidden-about power, trust, and what happens when you end up precisely where you never meant to go.

There are six guys along with Ant, taking places around the mattress as they get their cocks out in their hands. My champagne vision is a bit hazy, and there is such a selection of them. One guy is gruff and big and brutal looking. Then there's a short blond guy with tattoos right the way up his arms. There's a huge, beefy guy with so much dark hair over his chest that it looks like a carpet, and a tall skinny guy in glasses who looks like a college professor. One guy who's greyer than Ant, and at least ten years older, and another guy who could be from a country magazine cover, he's so damn posh looking. Six dicks in six guys' hands. All for me to take however they want to give them.🔞🔞🔞

This book isn't for yall vanilla "freaks" consider this your warning. What follows is a bold collection of erotic one-shots. NO homophobia, NO kink shaming . AI was used as an editing and writing assistant.

Choose Your Own Synopsis and Adventure: (This will affect your perception of the story, so choose wisely!) 🏴Black Flag: (least spoilers/you want the darkest ride): Libby's life as a small-town librarian is brought to an end the night two monsters masquerading as men drag her through a portal into Hell.Subjected to public humiliation and ritualized depravity beyond comprehension, Libby clings to one certainty: none of this is random cruelty. What purpose does it, and will she, ultimately serve in this terrible new world? or 🚩Red flag: (STOP. Only read this if you want the informed ride or are easily triggered): Lilibeth Gildbane is the daughter of the King of Greed and his only living heir. Her father has been missing for a decade, leaving her kingdom to suffer at the hands of the other six circles of Hell. The only way to protect her realm is to design a plan so depraved that it will trap her between the roles of both architect and victim. Her plan requires her to give an order to the two people she trusts more than anyone else: her loyal commanders, Galen and Fenrow. Her orders? Wipe her memories. Stalk her. Break her. Make it real. And when they do? When it becomes too real and twists the minds of her loyal vassals? Well, that's when things get interesting for you, dear reader. P.L.E.A.S.E. read the TW. Please.

I took a job in a quiet bookstore. Now I am a plaything for four cruel women, used and tormented for their amusement, property of Miss Karen.

Lexie Collins has known she's a submissive since she found out about the BDSM lifestyle and since then she just wanted a dominant. At the age of 22 she finally gets the courage to register on a website and decides to officially start searching for a dominant. Adrian Raines has been a dominant since he was 17 but after some failures decides to take a break from D/S relationships and focuses more on his company, Raines Enterprises. At some point, he gets tired of being alone because honestly, what is a dom without a sub? After a few years break, at the age of 26 he starts looking for a submissive again. One night changed everything for the both of them. A relationship based on a contract, what could possibly go wrong?

She writes a journal stating word for word her deepest darkest desires. He finds it, and uses it as blackmail against her. 18+!!! Chapters marked with "🔥" have explicit scenes. It gets spicier as the story carries on. ""... I want to beg him to stop even though I don't really want him to. When I say please stop I want him to go harder. And when I'm a moaning mess, I want him to make fun of me, and to tell me that I deserve it. For him to be aggressive, or tie me up. And really, I just want him to control me.""

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.