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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.

When Elara’s world crumbled, she left everything behind. She had been betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and shattered by loss. One reckless night in Europe was supposed to help her forget. A s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and unexpected passion changed everything. By morning, she was gone. Weeks later, Elara discovered that the night had left her with a surprise she never expected. Years later, Elara is a devoted single mother who writes for a living. When she finally returns to her old pack, she expects painful memories and awkward reunions. She does not expect to walk straight into the wedding of the century. The Alpha King’s wedding. Then the groom turns toward her. Their eyes meet, and one possessive growl brings the entire ceremony to a halt. “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Then he notices the toddler standing beside her and growls again. “My pup.” With the royal wedding in ruins and long buried secrets coming to light, Elara finds herself caught between the past she escaped and the powerful mate who refuses to let her go. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, pack politics, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate chaos collide in this emotional and heartwarming story about second chances, found family, and unexpected love. Formerly known as *Fated and Knocked Up by the Alpha King*.

"Take your things and leave, Mira. I never want to see you again. The guard will bring the divorce papers. Sign them. I have already done my part. Now it is your turn." Mira, a princess of the Silver Claw Pack, was labeled a weak omega and abandoned by her father when her wolf never appeared. Heartbroken and humiliated, she ran away and found love in the arms of Alpha Adrien of another pack. Their marriage fell apart when Mira could not conceive, and Adrien's betrayal cut deeper than any wound. Framed, banished, and left to hit rock bottom, Mira's suffering awakened the powerful, long-dormant wolf within her. Now stronger, fiercer, and unrecognizable, she returns to her home pack not as a broken princess but as a force to be reckoned with. At the homecoming celebration organized by her father, Adrien, the man who once discarded her, is stunned. The woman he betrayed now commands respect and fear as a dominant leader. He begs for her back, but Mira is no longer the woman he left behind. This time, she is taking everything he once stole from her and more.

“I want s*x education.” Reed’s slow grin spreads across his face. “You want us to teach you?” “Yes,” Aria says calmly. “Oh, little sister, you are being naughty." Cole’s hands smoothed down my back, over the curve of my *ss. “Naughty girls get punished before they get taught.” His palm connected with my right cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. “S*ck it, Aria,” Kai ordered, his grip tightening on her c*ck while he gave inside my mouth. “Get it nice and wet. That’s your only job right now.” “She’s gonna come,” Reed announced as he fingered my c*nt. “Look at her. Gonna squirt all over the f*ck*ng table. Do it, Aria. Come on, your stepbrothers’ hands.” Jasper finally released my hair, letting my head fall forward. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Well, Aria? Did you like your first s*x education lesson?” I was wrecked, used, humiliated. And utterly, completely owned. My voice was hoarse from screaming and sucking. “Yes, Daddy.” After a brutal humiliation turns Aria Collins into the campus joke, she decides revenge isn’t enough—she wants power. And the fastest way to get it is by stealing the one thing her enemy wants most. Zane Parker. The problem? Aria has no idea how to make a guy like him notice her. So she makes a reckless offer to the four most dangerous boys on campus—the Steel brothers… who are now her stepbrothers. At dinner, she slides a paper across the table.

"You're my mate?!" Tristian laughs as if this is some big joke. My heart aches and all I can do is coward under his glare. He looks at me like I'm nothing. The hatred in his eyes makes my eyes burn. "I-I'm sorry." I choke out and he only scoffs in disgust. My weak answer must make him hate me. "I-I didn't... I didn't mean to..." He cuts me off. "It doesn't matter. Dahlia will be my Luna. You're nothing to me." His next words cut through my heart. "I, Tristian Parker, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, reject you Daisy Summers as my mate and Luna." Pain runs through my body and I fall to my knees. Tears stream down my face while he just turns away without a care in the world. I expected this the moment I found out he was my mate. He was my twin sister's boyfriend and I was merely the lowest-ranking omega in the pack. "... I, Daisy Summers, accept your rejection..."

“I, Markus, Alpha of the Bluestone Pack, hereby banish you from this pack and strip you of your title as Luna.” The words hit me like a heavy stone thrown at my chest. For a second, the whole world went silent. Then the mating bond between us started to tear. It felt like someone was ripping a part of my soul away. The pain was so sharp I almost fell to my knees. But what hurt even more was the look in his eyes. He didn’t believe me. Not even a little. He believed the words of a guard he had tortured over me — his mate, the woman who had loved him for five years. The woman who had cried in his arms when the pack called me barren. The woman who was carrying his child right now. He had zero faith in me.