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She kissed him like a challenge. He touched her like a promise. And one night in his bed ruined them both. Alec Virelli doesn’t do feelings. Billionaire. Cold. Untouchable. His world is made of steel and silence—until she walks into his club wearing a red dress and eyes full of fire. No names. No rules. Just one night. That was the deal. But when she vanished by morning, she didn’t just leave lipstick on his collar—she left a crack in his control. Now Alec wants her back. Not for closure. Not for fun. But because her moans still echo in his head… and he’s not done owning her yet. But she has secrets. Walls built with scars and lies. And the more he pulls, the more she pushes—with trembling lips and a body that betrays her every time. They shouldn’t fit. They shouldn’t fall. But desire doesn’t give a damn about logic. This isn’t love. It’s obsession. It’s surrender. It’s the kind of touch that ruins you forever. F*ck Me Like You Mean It is a steamy, slow-burn, emotionally charged romance full of filthy tension, possessive obsession, and two broken people who find something raw, dark, and real in each other.

The Unfaithful Hour by Gopalakrishna is an unflinching, emotionally explosive contemporary erotica novel that charts the journey of radical female and queer liberation through the language of the moan — not just as pleasure, but as protest, pain, memory, and power. The story unfolds in the urban corridors of Hyderabad, where Rekha, a magnetic, sexually awakened woman, creates a private space known as 302A, which becomes ground zero for a quiet revolution — one moan at a time. Her sudden death leaves a void, but it births a greater wildfire: the rise of Archa, her soft-spoken admirer, who inherits not just Rekha’s mattress but her mission. As Rekha’s moaning rituals begin to resurface through Mandiram Rahasya, a temple-space for erotic healing and unapologetic self-expression, women gather — broken, abused, silenced, and violated — to reclaim their bodies through shared rituals of pleasure and rage. Through Veera, a fiery survivor of childhood abuse, and Witness, a guilt-ridden writer and former voyeur, the novel explores the diverse ways sexuality can both liberate and haunt. With each chapter, the tone intensifies: Women moan not just in ecstasy but in grief. Men moan in shame. Children ask if bleeding is part of coming. And Rekha — though dead — begins to possess them all, not as ghost but as gospel. Eroticism is rendered in visceral Telugu slang, raw gestures, and explicit detail, layered with unapologetic feminism, anti-patriarchal rage, and spiritual catharsis. From public rituals that bring riot police to their knees, to handwritten letters that reduce entire communities to tears, the novel refuses to choose between the sacred and the sexual — it makes them one. At its heart, The Unfaithful Hour is not just about sex. It’s about what sex remembers. It’s about reclaiming the hour the world stole from every moaning woman — and making it unfaithful to shame.

An intoxicated An Xiaoyu boldly places her hands on her hips: "Hey, handsome, this girl is here to rob you. This road is opened by me, this tree is planted by me, if you want to cross, leave some toll money!" The man approaches aggressively, trapping An Xiaoyu against the wall with no escape. He whispers in her ear: "Money, I have none. How about offering yourself instead?" An Xiaoyu is completely dumbfounded. She just accidentally robbed the wrong person, and now he's haunting her? What? He wants her to take responsibility? "Handsome, a forced melon is not sweet!" "No worries, I like bitter melons!" "You, shameless!" "Can't have a wife with too much pride!" "……" An Xiaoyu: "God, please let me go!" Ahem, 1v1 sweet romance + love over time, guaranteed to make you laugh until you have abs!

His lips hover inches from mine, Julian Knight’s gray eyes blazing with a hunger that sets my skin aflame. “You’re mine to break, Scarlett,” he whispers, his voice a silken blade, fingers grazing my hip, igniting a pulse of forbidden desire. Our billion-dollar deal forces us into a partnership, where fiery clashes spark untamed passion. Ethan Blackwood’s tender charm tempts me, weaving a dangerous love triangle amid secrets and betrayal. In Manhattan’s ruthless arena, my empire and heart are at stake. I’m Scarlett Valenti, sharp-tongued, unyielding—will I give in to this burning passion or destroy it to save my empire?”

Step Dad × Step daughter (18+) with good plot You shouldn’t want me, Damien. I’m your step daughter.” “Then stop moaning my name like a dirty little whore every time I touch you.” When 19-year-old Amara returns home for summer break, she never expects the cold, powerful man married to her mother to become the center of her darkest, filthiest desires. Damien Knight is her stepfather. Fifteen years older. Dominant. Controlled. And utterly off-limits. But one look at her tight shorts, her braless top, and the soft curves she’s grown into—and all his rules begin to shatter. “You like it when I call you a brat, don’t you? When I pin you against the wall and make you beg?” “Yes, Daddy… harder.” What starts as dangerous tension spirals into nights of rough claiming, dirty confessions, and secret touches in forbidden places. He swore to protect her. She swore she’d never fall for a man like him. But when obsession turns into possession… someone’s going to break. And it won’t be him. “On your knees, Amara. If you’re going to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.” The moment she walked into his house, she became his favorite sin. Sweet. Sharp. Seductive. She gave him moans in the dark, lips that whispered surrender, and a body that begged for more. He thought she was innocent. He didn’t know she had a plan. Every night he took her. Every time she said "yes." Every time she fell apart under him—it brought her one step closer to something more dangerous than love. She was playing a game. But so was he. And when lust turns into obsession, and pleasure spirals into madness, only one question remains: Who really is in control? ⚠️They are not blood related ⚠️ muture and erotic also has a good plot not only s*x

A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

Kota Sakamoto—virgin weeb, social reject, and hentai game addict—gets sucked into a perverted dungeon world straight out of Carnal Labyrinth EX, the 18+ erotic strategy game he secretly 100%-cleared. The catch? All eight of his hot classmates and their strict MILF teacher got dragged in with him. The other catch? They hate his guts. Worse still, this dungeon world is exactly like the game—every level a twisted, orgasm-fueled survival puzzle where failure means death by overstimulation, lust-monsters, or trap-triggered climaxes that literally drain your soul. He’s the only one who knows how to survive. They either listen to the virgin... or moan themselves to death. Bondage plants, lewd slime traps, fetish trials, and orgasm boss fights await—and the only way forward is obedience. What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into obsession, as each girl slowly falls for the boy they once mocked... …the virgin who’s now their dungeon master.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

BLURB He hovers over me, jaws clenched and there is something about that I shouldn’t find attractive but my body betrays me. Lowering his head, his lips close to my right ear, he whispers, “You are mine Nia. Only mine,” “Quit being delusional,” I mumble over the words, “I’m not yours. Never will be,” He leans back slightly, just inches from my face, a smirk slowly crawling over his bottom lip, “Are you sure about that, hun?

Shortly after Chuck departed, Louis turned to Allison with a look of astonishment and inquired, "Who, precisely, is Chuck Cannon? I had assumed he was just an ordinary individual. He has undergone significant changes; he is no longer the same Chuck I married. While I am uncertain about the nature of these changes, I am confident that we will navigate this together. Perhaps we should consider engaging a formidable organization to address this matter effectively. Louis expressed uncertainty regarding that matter. Regardless, the last occasion we pursued this approach did not produce the desired outcome, as evidenced by our present circumstances. 

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

[Warning: Mature Content] Chuck was a 20-year-old professional body pillow reviewer who spent his days testing anime waifu pillows for online stores. His life was pathetic, lonely, and consisted mainly of rating the softness of fictional girlfriends. Then truck-kun struck. One evening while walking home from another humiliating day of pillow fondling, Chuck got obliterated by a speeding delivery truck. Instead of meeting his maker, he woke up as a newborn in a parallel world... a very different one from the one he knew. A second chance awaited, and he looks to make good use of it. However, he runs into the impossible; Chuck finds himself thrust into a society of proud lioness princesses, fierce wolf ladies, and noble panther heiresses, daughters of warlords. In hindsight, all those years of pathetic pillow fondling had been preparing him for this moment—a world where his wildest harem dreams weren't just possible, they were inevitable. [Disclaimer: I do not own this cover]

“Let’s make a deal, Casey, sweetheart. You will accept every single allegation I lay on you, and in exchange, I’d provide the much sought-after elixir that would save your Alpha’s life.” Casey drew in a deep breath, feeling an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. She knew she was probably making a mistake; she knew how vicious her twin sister could get, and yet she didn’t see much of a choice. The Alpha was her mate, and despite how his family treated her with disdain, she loved him. Prepared to do anything for her mate, Alpha Trent, Casey nodded. “I’d accept more than a nod, Casey,” her identical twin snapped saucily. “Let’s make a vow between ourselves and bind the vow with our wolves. That way, none of us would be able to break away.” Tears formed in Casey’s eyes at those words from her twin. For Macey to demand a vow as serious as wolf-binding meant she was planning something very vicious. “Do we really have to, sister?” Macey’s answering laughter was a mixture of sauciness and disdain. “Of course we do, Sister. Just make sure you love your Alpha enough to make this sacrifice for him.” Casey straightened her back. “Of course, I love him that much – I… we are expecting our first child.” She bent her head slightly to stare lovingly at her lower belly, missing the look of pure envy her sister shot her way. “Good. Now, make the wolf-binding vow.” Casey nodded. “I, Casey, bind my wolf to my vow…”

Breaking the Billionaire’s Rules CEO Cesar Blackwell has five unbreakable rules: no underage, no relationships, no drama, no expectations, and most importantly, he doesn't do virgins. But one night, he meets Casey, and she shatters his whole world. When he discovers the truth—that she lied to him about her virginity status—anger replaces his desire. He walks away, never to look back again. Five years later, fate plays a prank on him. Casey is now his father’s fiancée’s daughter and his soon-to-be stepsister. But that is not the only shock he gets, because Casey is not alone. She is carrying a little boy, and this little boy looks familiar in his eyes. Cesar's world is disrupted as secrets unravel and the past resurfaces. The woman who broke his rules might be the only one who can put the pieces back together. But can love survive betrayal? Can he rewrite his rules—the rules he has lived by for so long? Or will it destroy them both?

The way he called my name made me feel so wanted. And Without thinking I placed my lips on Xavier's he responded back almost immediately, the kiss was filled with so much warmth love and lust. It was so intense and good I thought I would die from the feeling. "Limah" Xavier said moaning. I guess that was what really brought me back to reality and I pushed him back harshly. Limah E Norman with one look at her everything about her screams nerd, or bookworm precise. Little did she know that coming to a new place would change everything. If she was ever told that ghost do exist. She would laugh it off saying ghosts aren't real that only happens in novels and movies. Not knowing that she won't only be living with one but also falling for one. Xavier Fredric occoner A ghost boy who finally accepts the fact that he was never Meant to be Human To live or to love. Living a ghost life was quite interesting so far Or so he thought. And on the other hand. Zion Fredric occoner, most popular boy in school, every girl's dream. Who would she choose? A lot of secrets, gets revealed would Limah be able to withstand it?

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

the journey of a Tahtah seeking redemption from his resting place in mictlan. a fusion of hip hop and folklorico style as well as Mexica (Aztec) and Mayan mythology and the fantastic creatures and myths of Mexico. A birth blessed by a God to ultimately be cursed by another God. which leads to a journey from the underworld back to the realm of the living. Once a slave seeking freedom, to a cursed being given the role of guide and protector. when will his journey and end and how long can he keep his sanity through an eternity? we will have to see if he will learn his lessons or stay in the same cycles while death dances awaiting his libiration.

On the day of her wedding, Selene catches her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Humiliated by their betrayal and their cruel body-shaming.She makes one reckless decision: sleep with a stranger and walk away. Five years later, she’s a confident single mother with nothing to prove….until her new job brings her face-to-face with her new CEO… the same man from that night. Nikolas Darkos. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. And now offering her a six-month marriage contract—a golden opportunity for revenge against those who once broke her. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know: Their one-night stand of passion resulted in a son. Can Selene keep her son a secret for six months? Or risk losing everything? And what happens when the fake tension between them turns into something dangerously real? ******************* “I don’t believe you, Selene King.” His face now barely few inches away from hers as his lips brushed against the tip of her nose. Very bone in her body tensed. Tucking her lower lips under her teeth as she bit down to stop a groan from escaping her lips. Resting his hand on the wall,he leaned closer,“Well, congratulations. Girlfriend you just became my wife.” The words dropped from his lips like a bomb exploding in Selene’s head. “What do you mea—” But,Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed on hers, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss.

[COMPLETED STORY] Running from her past, Nivritti joins a new job in South Korea as a Script Coordinator in K&Q Media Company. She works for a successful K-pop boyband. On her first day, she is kissed by the leader of that boy band. The problem is, she is five years older than him. Will that kiss grow into a relationship or will be forgotten by both of them? ***** She tried to pull her wrists, but she failed. She looked at him and again tried to pull her hands but in vain. “Yes, you do. You have been licking your lips since you started talking. I think it’s an unconscious gesture that you don’t know about,” informed Kyung-Soo. “Will you please let go of my hands?” she pulled again but Kyung-Soo tightened his grip. Without hearing her he continued, “and by distracting, I mean that I really want to hear what you have to say but because of your lips all I can think of is this... He pulled her wrists pulling her close to him, moved one of his hands on her waist and another one on the back of her neck and softly placed his lips on hers and kissed her.

Rafaela Kravett nasceu para mandar - Herdeira de um império agropecuário, comanda terras, cifras e corações. Firme nos negócios, inabalável nas emoções ... até Laura cruzar seu caminho e acender um desejo que confundiu o poder com paixão. Mas o que era para ser um romance transformador, virou um jogo de vaidades, traições e promessas quebradas. Equando o amor vira campo de guerra, ninguém sai ileso. Do outro lado da história está Leticia - uma mulher discreta, inteligente, recém - chegada "a empresa. Com a caneta certa e a alma limpa, ela começa a consertar os rombos nos negócios da família Kravett... e sem querer, começa a remendar também o coração de Rafaela. o que era para ser apenas um trabalho se transforma em atração, depois em desejo e, por fim, em algo que nem mesmo Rafaela, a mulher que controla tudo, consegue dominar: o amor verdadeiro. Em meio a escândalos empresariais, vinganças sentimentais e reviravoltas que atravessam o Brasil e a Europa, Casei sem querer é uma história sobre mulheres que amam intensamente, erram profundamente e lutam ferozmente por um lugar onde o amor não precise ser escondido - nem assinado contrato.

"You're dripping," he murmurs. "Just for me." "Please..." I moan. "Please what?" he smirks. "Please, please—I need more." Camille wanted a distraction—nothing more. After her boyfriend cheats on her with best friend, love is off the table. Niklaus Marchand is sinfully hot, emotionally unavailable, and known for never sleeping with the same girl twice. It was supposed to be one night. Him—a temporary escape. Her—just another hookup. But for the first time, he can’t stop craving a woman. And who says you need love to enjoy each other?

Doctor Devin Vanshtoult never thought he would find love. It just wasn't in the cards for him. So instead he threw himself into the study of medicine with determination and allowed his parents to sort out the bride situation for him. While attending his brother's bachelor party he meets an exotic beauty that is everything he ever hoped to dream about in a wife. Jasmine Jamshidi had given up on love after escaping a nightmare marriage. She was ready to let her parents be the guidance for her second marriage. Depressed and still reeling from her divorce her friends drag her out with them to cheer her up. But when she meets a tall, handsome, mysterious stranger at the bar she almost lets herself fall hard and fast once again. when that same stranger is the man her parents have selected for her she is determined to keep him at arms length no matter the cost. Her deepest secret, something not even her parents know. Can he tear down the walls that she built around her heart? Can she keep him from discovering her secret? What happens when two cultures collide?

He worshiped her like a goddess. She let another man make her moan. Duncan Moretti had everything—power, wealth, control. Women wanted him, men feared him. But when Aphrodite walked into his world, she didn’t want his money… she wanted his soul. And he gave it to her. Every kiss, every whispered promise, every desperate moan—he thought they meant something. He planned the perfect proposal, ready to give her forever. Until she didn’t show up. Until she arrived hours late—smiling like she hadn’t just crushed him. Until a man walked in uninvited, laughing, calling her home. And when Duncan followed her, broken and burning, he saw it all with his own eyes—Aphrodite naked under another man, moaning his name like she once moaned his. Now Duncan isn’t the man who fell to his knees. He’s the man who’s rising—with revenge in his blood and nothing left to lose. She wanted to be worshiped? He’ll make sure she remembers exactly how it feels.

First time writing something so will be scuffed. Throwing words at the screen till something sticks. Updates will be hella infrequent. Please chuck your criticism my way Thanks a lot for giving this a shot. o7

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

1- I am not too much 'messages' nor 'call' » "So there, no, you have to send me messages," she said seriously. "Alright," I said lowering my head, she put her fingers on my chin and lifted my head, "I will miss you", the situation is quite funny, we have only known each other for a few hours and I know she was going to miss me too. I put my hand on her cheek and leaned down, our lips touching a little, "Can I?" " She didn't answer, she kissed me, I felt butterflies in my stomach and wanted to have her closer to me. My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me, I felt like it wasn't enough, but we had to stop, her mom was waiting for her, so I broke the kiss. "Now you have to send me messages" I nodded, she gave me a breathtaking smile. 2- There were two cars, one of which had overturned and was badly damaged. She slowed her car and got out with heavy, shaky, but firm steps. She approached the overturned car. She collapsed to her knees, her throat blocked, no sound coming out. Blood trickled out from the car. Her hands came within inches of her mouth and dropped abruptly, and a strident scream finally escaped from her. She couldn't hear herself, she could only hear a long whistling sound. But that didn't stop her from continuing her agonizing screams, tears streaming from her eyes with no way to stop them. She screamed and cried, wishing to the depths of her being that it had all been a dream. ... "That day in fall, after the storm  The sun returns brighter than ever And a sweet flower blooms, it is a rebirth. My Sweet Rose"

Lucinda Perry, a social recluse and a workaholic, makes a pledge to herself to go all wild on her twenty-fifth birthday and even score a one night stand if she gets her long deserved promotion at work. Few days to her twenty-fifth birthday, she gets promoted to not just a higher position but to the head office in a different city. Having to spend her birthday night in a new city, she goes to the club where she meets a very handsome stranger, Thomas Hank, who offers to be her one night stand after catching a glimpse of her dare-to-do list, which included having a one night stand. Thomas Hank, after having been used by several ladies in the past, is bent on getting the lady of his dreams who would love him for himself and not his wealth. So when he meets the cute and naive Lucinda Perry at the club, he decides to keep his true identity from her and find out if she was worth keeping. ***Excerpt*** What is more entertaining than a crazy side character? Say hello to Sonia and Bryan. Sonia's heart stopped beating for a second, and then different thoughts started flying right through her head at that same time. Bryan Hank? Her celebrity crush was kneeling right in front of her and asking her to be his wife? Was he mistaking her for someone? Was it possible this was a skit, or maybe this was like one of those celebrity pranks, and there were cameras around, waiting to capture her make a fool of herself? Or perhaps she was dreaming? Sonia wondered as she looked around them, but all she saw were curious onlookers. "Please! Be my wife and make me the happiest man on Earth," He said in a very loud voice that caught the attention of everyone. Her editor who she had been waiting on for over an hour because he was trying to sign a deal with a movie producer who was interested in one of her stories, showed up at that moment, "Sonia, you know Bryan Hank?" Her editor asked in genuine surprise as he watched the scene before him. It seemed like an hour had passed since Bryan went on his knees, but it had only been a minute. Bryan knew no lady would be crazy enough to accept such a crazy proposal, and even if any were, paying her off and calling off the whole thing would be easy since all he wanted was the scandal that could come from this. The headlines were either going to be about his rejected Marriage proposal or his supposed engagement, which would be enough to let Sophia off the hook. "Yes!" Sonia said as she bobbed her head excitedly and extended her finger for him to wear her the ring. "Yes?" Bryan asked in confusion when he heard her response. "Yes! I will be your wife and make you the happiest man in the world!" Sonia said with a giggle and wiggled her fingers until Bryan slid the ring down her finger. Surprisingly the ring was her exact size, and it sat on her finger like it was made just for her. The sound of applause erupted all around them as Sonia stood up with a big smile on her face and embraced Bryan before kissing him right on the lips. Bryan was slightly taken aback by her boldness but quickly recovered since this was his game, and he had to play along. He was the one who had approached her first, after all. So when she tried to break the kiss, he held her chin and slowly nibbled on her lower lip before parting her lips with his tongue and sucked on it in a teasing manner, eliciting a moan from Sonia. Sonia felt light-headed. This was too good to be true. It just had to be a dream. How else could she explain that one moment she was seated at the lobby of a hotel waiting for her editor, and the next she was engaged to her celebrity crush and was kissing him right here in the open? (PS: Photo belongs to me. Art by @imagineTishaD)