Cloe

One Forbidden Night. Three Brothers. Millie was supposed to clean up after the rich—not sleep with them. But one reckless night with a mysterious stranger shatters that rule. The next morning, he's gone... And so is her sense of control. She never expected to see him again. She definitely didn’t expect to find herself working as a live-in maid for the ruthless, filthy-rich Moretti brothers—Ethan, Aidan, and Evan. Each man is powerful, possessive, and hiding secrets behind cold eyes and cruel smiles. Millie swore she’d keep things professional... but lines blur fast in a house full of temptation and danger. Now she's caught in their web—a pawn in a brutal game of power, lust, and blood-soaked secrets. To them, she’s supposed to be just the maid. But what happens when all three brothers want more? Three kings. One maid. No mercy.

"I'm Don Alessandro Moretti and your worst nightmare. Your father crossed the line when he killed someone special to me years ago. And now, I'm going to repay the favour by killing someone special to him." He pauses, eyes dark with sixteen years of rage. "And oddly, that's you." Revenge! The only thing the strong powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years. When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer, he doesn't go after the man alone. He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground, including his most valuable possession-his daughter. Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder, Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed. Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding, and she wakes up in the don's den. She becomes his captive. His obsession...His willing prey. His weapon of vengeance. Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others, this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall. And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don. One question threatens to destroy everything, Have you ever loved me?

The Alpha’s Chubby Obsession by Meritsky One day, I was the fat, unwanted girl rejected by the Beta's son. The next minute, the Alpha's son himself showed up... and claimed me. I didn’t know why, why Osborne came for me when I was at my lowest. But I quickly learned something—he doesn’t just want my body. He wants all of me. He says I’m his mate. But the way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in… This isn’t just fate. It's an obsession, raw, wild, and consuming. And the craziest part? I think I want to be consumed.

Road to Joy Join the members of the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club as they prepare for their Christmas Celebration. Revisit your favorite characters during the most festive holiday of the year. Unwrapped Christmas is approaching for the Dogs of Fire and Burning Saints Motorcycle Clubs, but rather than the usual holiday cheer, the air is filled with the tension of a brewing civil war. The Gresham Spiders, a local 1% MC, is hellbent on expansion and both clubs lie directly in their path. Will assistance from an outside ally help diffuse the situation long enough to keep the peace during the holiday season? Join Hatch and Minus, along with these two beloved MCs, as they celebrate the holidays and try to keep their clubs from splintering under the pressure. Rocky Mountain Christmas Mouse There's only one gift I want this Christmas, but the closer I get to Kennedy, the more she pushes me away. I'll do whatever it takes to get onto her nice list, even if it means riding my bike all the way to the North Pole and strong-arming Santa myself. Kennedy I have two choices. Open myself up to a man who has the power to shatter me. Or run and protect my heart once and for all. The problem is, a murderous Douglas Fir gets in the way of my perfectly planned escape. Is it a sign, or merely a roadblock on the path to finding true love? And does a scrooge like me, even deserve to find herself under the mistletoe this Christmas?

This story is reverse harem - MMMF - That means there are male/male/male erotic scenes. Dhalia is facing an arranged marriage. The night before the wedding, she is ready to celebrate her Hen night and her final night of freedom. Waiting for the surprise from her future husband, she gets into the car only to find herself kidnapped. She mocks and jokes, thinking it's all part of the plan and that the guys are strippers. Only she is wrong; unknowingly, she mocks and asks the mafia and the wealthiest men within the city to strip for her. Things change quickly when she stays with them after finding out the reason they took her. It's not too long before she realises that all three of them are in a relationship, and she becomes the fourth. Trigger Warnings. Talk of r@pe/@buse Kidnapping Torture Blood play Bondage Pegging Knife Play Primal Play Torture hunting game

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is he mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that b*st*rd.”

My family auctioning me against my will was one thing. But being auctioned to him, the demigod Alpha, known for chaos and bloodshed, the cursed abomination, was the worst that could happen. I watched him kill men without mercy. I watched him claim me just to spite his brother and now, I'm trapped within his fortress as a slave. His slave. At first, I want to end it all before he does it for me, but on a second thought, I have to fight for my freedom. He swears he bought me to spite his brother and humiliate me. He swears that he despises me. My sin? Being born with the same hair as his mother. But then, the way he looks at me isn't the way you look at the enemy. The way he pins and touches me isn't the way you touch a slave. He buries his face in my neck and relaxes with my scent, claiming me in ways no master should claim a defiant captive. I'm supposed to hate him for being heartless, for being evil, for refusing to let me go, but somewhere in between, I don’t. It's hate and angst, yet every touch makes my heart betray me. He makes my heart beat in ways it shouldn't. A human and an Alpha? Unacceptable! In fact, forbidden in Dark Hound! It's in fact forbidden! But he's unhinged and doesn't care. It's all war and roses until I find out I'm the thing that could either destroy him—or break his curse. The devil they warned him about. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences (18+) readers discretion is advised

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise?

"I’m a rare breed. The daughter of an Alpha capable of birthing the strongest kind of pup. I had just turned 18 and in six months I would go through the heat. A heat unmated could kill a wolf. So my parents had invited pack leaders and their sons to our lands to compete for my hand. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It was very common for a female alpha to be bred and then tossed to the side. Some were even killed. I had no idea what to expect. I never expected him…. To be blessed with a soulmate is also a rare thing. I only saw him first during the tournament. He had come late sending gifts ahead as apology for his disrespect. I admit I had been intrigued by his actions. When I saw him I could not help the scream I let loose to stop the fight. I was supposed to remain hidden during the match. I was supposed to act impartial as well. Then again I was not supposed to find my soulmate during this. I walked through the hushed crowd. I had to be near him like I had to breath. This calmed all my fears of deceit and treachery. He was bound to me by the goddess herself made for me and I for him. My eyes could not be taken from him. I knew now that my life was safe and we would love strongly. Goddess help those who try to break us apart."

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful “Be my wife.” Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I’m only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens… And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit… Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar… And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

I’m on my knees, panting and shaking from my fourth orgasm of the night and to imagine that he did all this with just his hands and a few words. He wraps his hands around my neck looking deep into my eyes, leaning closer to my face he says “They want to watch, should we let them in ?” Oh… One anonymous night in a private club was supposed to be an escape. Instead it becomes the start of a claim she never saw coming. Finding out my mother was getting married again was bad. But realising that the man who took me to heaven and back last night was my step brother that was worse. And now, my stepbrother and his friends want me. When family ties, betrayal, secrets and revenge all threaten to tear us apart… Can we stand together ?

Selena stood at the edge of the crowded room, her gaze fixed on Ezra and Cyrus, laughing together as if the world revolved around them. Ezra was magnetic, always the center of attention, but it wasn't her brother who captivated her tonight. Cyrus. His rugged charm and effortless presence pulled at her, like a secret she could no longer suppress. The bond between him and Ezra was unshakable-a brotherhood built over years of loyalty and trust. But as she watched Cyrus, something stirred inside her. A deep, forbidden desire she knew she shouldn't have. Her heart raced, her mind swimming with dangerous thoughts. Could he ever see her as more than Ezra's little sister? She felt the invisible wall between them, one built by blood and loyalty, yet she couldn't help but wonder-what if? She glanced away, guilt and longing mixing in her chest. The four brothers who'd always protected her loomed in the back of her mind, their shadows casting doubt over any chance she might have with Cyrus. But when she caught his gaze, lingering just a second too long, a dangerous spark lit within her. Some secrets, she realized, might be impossible to keep buried forever. The question was-would Cyrus feel it too? Selena has four brothers after all!

"You destroyed me, Gio," Amelia hissed, her eyes blazing with tears. Gio's gaze locked onto hers, his voice low and husky. "I never meant to hurt you, Amelia, just give me a chance to explain, you are my family Amelia.” Amelia's heart twisted in anguish. "You don't deserve a family, Gio. You don't deserve love." When Amelia’s world shattered; she vowed to make Giovanni pay, carrying Gio's child is Amelia's ticket to revenge. But as she navigates the treacherous mafia underworld, secrets emerge, and loyalty is tested. Will Amelia's quest for vengeance destroy the man she loves to hate, or will Gio's love be her redemption

“Crawl to me, Jo,” his voice was a low, dangerous command. I crossed my arms, glaring at him, trying to ignore the pulse of my blood and the heat pooling between my legs. “Make me,” I shot back. His smirk was the only warning I got. I knew I was in deep trouble. --- Joan Madison has always despised Aaron Thompson, her best friend's arrogant, insufferable brother. The feeling was mutual—until it wasn't. A vacation meant to be a getaway with her friend Rhoda takes a sharp turn when Joan finds herself tangled in a steamy, reckless encounter with the one man she swore she’d never want. What should’ve been a fleeting mistake becomes something far more dangerous as Aaron refuses to let her go—and his hunger for her only deepens. Jo’s trapped between desire and defiance, but one thing is clear: this game they’ve started could burn them both.

Elowen Hart is a soft, curvy woman who has been taught her whole life that her body is a failure… that she is a failure. At her supposed engagement party, her fiancé Julian humiliates her publicly, leaving her for his thin, vicious first love Livia Monroe while guests laugh and her own father films it. Broken and alone, Elowen flees to a new city to start her life over, there she takes a new job as secretary to Eryx Voltaire, a billionaire CEO so cold they call him the Ice King. Eryx is ruthless, demanding, and enraged by the way Elowen's softness stirs something dark and hungry inside him. One reckless night of hatred and desire leaves her pregnant. When Eryx's cruel mother tries to force an abortion, Elowen disappears without a trace. Five years later, Eryx has torn the world apart looking for her. When he finally finds her, she is no longer alone, she has three little girls with his unmistakable silver eyes. The Ice King will stop at nothing to reclaim the woman who haunts him, even if he must burn his own empire to the ground. Their second chance is a war of bruises, kisses, and an obsession so savage it leaves no room for logic… only pure, unfiltered desire.