Thobile Cynthia

My n*ppl*s strain against the lace fabric, begging for his mouth while I squeeze my thighs together, slick heat smearing between my folds. His voice alone—calm, commanding—does what my husband's c*ck never could. "It tightens when I come," I whisper, cheeks burning. "And penetration?" he asks, eyes locked on mine. "Shallow... or deep, with something thick enough to stretch you until you break?" I can't look away. Memories flood back: his grip on my hips, that fat c*ck slamming home from behind while I clutched the sink, biting back moans so no one would hear. Deeper. Always deeper. Full. Ruined. *** A nun's trembling fingers clean blood from a mafia lord's chest while he whispers exactly how he'll make her scream his name against cold stone walls. A step-sister's jealousy boils over when her brother brings home a girlfriend—until he drags her into the woods and fucks the possessiveness right out of her. A shy girl in the gym mirror watches her beast of a trainer's hands linger too long, praising her curves until "good girl" becomes the only word she can whimper to. And in a billionaire's mansion, a modest maid learns the twins didn't hire her to help clean—they hired her to take them both, deep and relentless, until she's dripping down her thighs. Forbidden touches. Broken vows. Power that bends to raw need. Lust wins. Every filthy time. Some affairs end in regret. These affairs always end with someone begging for more. If you want more breathtaking dirty stories, feel free to click on it.

"No woman leaves his bed alive." "But I will survive." I whispered it to the moon, to the chains, to myself—until I believed it. They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn't do love. He doesn't do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. "Before my beast consumes me completely—I need a son to take the throne." Too bad for him…I'm not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I'm something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.

I let a stranger destroy me in a hotel room. Two days later, I walked into my internship and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk. Now I fetch coffee for the man who made me moan, and he acts like I’m the one who crossed a line. ****** It started with a dare. It ended with the one man she should never want. June Alexander didn’t plan to sleep with a stranger. But on the night she celebrates landing her dream internship, a wild dare leads her into the arms of a mysterious man. He’s intense, quiet, and unforgettable. She thought she’d never see him again. Until she walks into her first day at work— And finds out he’s her new boss. The CEO. Now June has to work under the man she shared one reckless night with. Hermes Grande is powerful, cold, and completely off-limits. But the tension between them won’t go away. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep her heart and their secrets safe.

It’s true what they say about marriage: one partner’s always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie’s long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.

Bottle Green. No, hazel? No-f*ck.... Recognition slammed into me like a bullet to the gut. The nameless man from that night a year ago. My pulse thundered as he rose slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You,” he said, voice gravel and smoke. “So you were truly not a figment of my imagination.” I didn’t speak. Because what the hell do you say to the man you were sent to kill, who also happens to be the only person who ever made you forget who you were?. •••••• Zane Mercer is a hard-edged and brutal man who commands the city’s most ruthless crime syndicate. Feared by enemies and respected by allies, he is a being that no sane person would cross. But a year ago, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he surrendered to a nameless stranger’s touch for one unforgettable night. The man vanished at dawn, leaving Zane haunted by questions he dared not ask himself. Up until that night, he has always liked his women. But one touch from Axil was enough to make him breathless beneath the sheets. Questioning his sexuality. Axil Creed is “The Terminator,” an elite assassin whose precision is legendary and whose heart is sealed shut. He is known in the underworld as a ghost, untraceable, lethal and unyielding. That one night with the stranger though, whose identity he never learned, was a lapse in judgment. A memory he has fought relentlessly to erase. But Now, A shadowy puppet‑master known only as Mister X threatens Axil’s only family. He doesn’t bargain. He gives orders. And he gives the assassin an ultimatum. To either eliminate a certain Zane Mercer or have his sister eliminated instead. Choosing the former, Axil infiltrates the Mercer estate under cover of darkness. Gun in hand, finger steady, he watches his target sleep, completely unaware of what is coming. But in that moment, the world tilts. Zane’s eyes snap open, catching Axil off guard. But as soon as they lock eyes, recognition flares between them. And neither one can look away.