Dawn Shen never thought she'd see the day when her mother, Gloria, finally found real love. After all, Gloria had been married before, but this time... this time it felt different. Gloria's fiancé, Richard Dante, was everything a woman could want-rich, powerful, heir to the vast Dante fortune. He had it all, and now, it seemed, he had Gloria too. But Dawn didn't know the full story. She didn't know that Richard's eyes kept straying back to her. Her. His soon-to-be stepdaughter. Richard Dante may be the son of a devil, but when his oldest friend-Gloria-asks for his help, he can't refuse. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be forced into marrying Gloria to keep a dangerous lunatic off her trail... and to keep Dawn in his life. He never planned to be entangled with the voluptuous, intoxicating woman who so effortlessly invaded his every thought. Dawn was everything he couldn't have-her scent, her hair, her taste... if only he could have it all to himself. He wants her more than he's ever wanted anything. But there's a problem: Dawn hates him. What starts as a reluctant, unspoken bond between them turns into something darker, more sensuous, and utterly forbidden. Neither of them can fight it, and neither of them can escape the path they're on-racing toward an inevitable, uncelebrated chaos. A doom of their own making. The question now is not whether they will fall, but how far they are willing to chase the fire that threatens to consume them both. How deep are they willing to go in the name of passion, obsession, and destruction? [The Fourth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel. Completed.

Short story (10 chapters or less) compilation. Every story completed. EVERY STORY CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. Some are All Human, some are in the Vampire Academy Moroi/dhampir world (context is clearly labeled at the summary at the beginning of each story - V.A. world marked with asterisk in titles). The only consistency between stories is that soul mates Rose and Dimitri have scorching romantic chemistry. Highest rankings: 🥉#3 in #eroticshortstories 🥉#3 in #richellemead 🥉#3 in #rosehathaway #12 in #romitri #16 in #dhampir #17 in #shortstorycollection ~-~-~ I knew him better than anyone: his kind, gentle, fearless soul; his witty, clever intellect; his dutiful, protective, respectful, honor-bound sense of obligation. There was no one like him I'd ever met in my whole life. And I was already falling for him. Hard. If anyone tells you that you can't fall in love with someone you've only known for a couple days, you'd be wrong. I may have only known him for days, but we'd spent so much time baring our hearts and souls to each other that it was like I had known him for years. I had given him my heart already and he didn't even know it. The only question now was how he felt about me, and what would happen when I was alone with him. ~-~-~ Rose was definitely trouble with a capital 'T'. I'd seen her swearing at teachers, punching perfect strangers. If she had an opinion, it was going to be heard. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it. She was so strong and powerful. Willful, defiant, wild, and disrespectful, with more fiery attitude than three other girls put together. God help me, it didn't matter how much this was off-limits; she was maybe the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I had tried to avoid just being around her, because every part of me wanted her. Not just for her face or her body, but all of her.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Two strangers indulge in their ultimate fantasy, Cole, ultimate possession, and Isabelle, complete submission, at a private Masquerade event. "This is his game, I'm the only player and they are the lucky audience. " *For Mature audiences only. 18 and older please. Contains elements of BDSM and graphic erotic scenes.* Short Story/One-Shot