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Content Note: This dark romance contains 80% explicit s*x scenes, intense power dynamics, trauma, revenge themes, and heavy triggers (attempted assault, wrongful imprisonment, suicide, family betrayal, graphic violence). Reader discretion advised. Emily Jayden was only nineteen when her life was shattered by a lie she couldn’t escape. After a violent incident with her stepfather, Evan John, she was accused and convicted of attempted murder, despite insisting she never intended to hurt him, but with his influence and reputation shielding the truth, Emily spent ten years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. At twenty-nine, she walks into freedom hoping for a fresh start but the world hasn’t forgotten, her name is stained and no company will hire someone with her past. Survival and revenge leaves her with few options. By day, she carefully builds a plan to expose the man who destroyed her life. By night, she works at R.M Club, one of the city’s most exclusive strip clubs, where powerful men hide behind money and closed doors. The job is humiliating but it gives her something she needed. Money. Then she meets Ryan Mason on her first night, and sparks fly. For the first time in years, Emily allows herself to feel alive and to fall in love. Until she learns the truth. Ryan isn’t just a client.

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.

He’s my brother’s best friend. Practically my brother. The star quarterback. Tattooed, broody, and everything I shouldn’t want. And I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. To Nate, I’ve always been just “Josh’s little sister.” Off limits. Untouchable. He lives in a world I don't exist. He doesn't speak to me or even look at me. I have wanted him since I knew what wanting is. He didn't. Or atleast I thought so.

"An...thony... Please save me... I'm dying..." While my fiancé was walking down the aisle with my sister, I was here, soaked in blood, gasping for breath, and fighting for not only my life, but that of our unborn baby. "Don't be petty, Sophie. Are you doing this to make me stop the wedding?" "Let's talk when I get back." Then the line went dead... My heart stopped with it. When I opened my eyes, I was back to four years ago when everything started. The day I got engaged to Anthony. Then I saw him... His uncle. The man who held my cold body and cried desperately after my death. Why was my death so personal to him? The question rang in my head. There was only one way to find out and also get my revenge on everyone... Marry him...

Mia's life turns around when she eavesdrops on a billionaire conversation and dents his car. Allen makes Mia his substitute bride when he finds out his fiance has been cheating on him.  Mia turns from a girl with debts to a billionaire's wife in just a day. After she signs a contract to be the billionaire's wife for a year,  she is determined to stay until the end just because of the payment she will receive. Will she be able to abide by all the rules of the contract? Will she be able to stay with him for a year even though his ex keeps trying to break them apart?

Billionaire CEO Julian Hawthorne runs his life—and his romantic conquests—by the entries in a private, meticulous journal. But when his business comes under threat from his estranged father, he needs a Personal Assistant who won’t fall for his money, his charm, or him. Enter Sloane Carter. Brilliant, broke, and fiercely independent, Sloane accepts a job she didn’t apply for because she has no choice. She vows to manage Julian’s life, not his women—and definitely not her own growing attraction. But as secrets surface and the lines blur, Sloane discovers the journal that keeps Julian’s heart locked tight. To secure her future, she may have to destroy the system he uses to avoid love—and risk becoming the one woman he can’t manage.

She did not choose the contract. She did not choose the marriage. She did not choose him. When Nora Vance discovers a forty year old legal clause buried in her grandfather’s estate, she has two options. Marry Cole Mercer, the coldest most calculating billionaire she has ever stood across a room from. Or watch everything her family built collapse into nothing. She picks the lesser of two disasters. Cole Mercer has his own reasons for saying yes. Reasons that have nothing to do with the clause and everything to do with a debt Nora’s father does not know is being collected. He is not interested in love. He is not interested in warmth. He is interested in what this marriage gives him access to. What neither of them planned for is three hundred and sixty five days of living in the same space, fighting the same fights, and slowly, reluctantly, furiously learning that the person you did not choose can become the person you cannot imagine not having. 365 Days I Didn’t Choose — because sometimes the life you never agreed to becomes the one you can’t escape.

Love me or hate me either way, I will f*ck you every night. I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn’t help myself. She was already wet again, and my c*ck slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst. In the room’s silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan. I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick p*ssy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. F*ck*ng Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my c*ck seemed genuine. “Aleksander,” she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. “Ah!” She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

The priest's voice echoed through the lavish ceremony. "Do you, Mr. Ethan Edwards, take Miss Yvonne Young as your lawfully wedded wife?" Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden interruption seized the attention of the guests. A little boy, no more than eight, darted down the aisle. "No, Dad! You can't!" he exclaimed. Murmurs spread like wildfire. "Did that kid say 'Dad'?" Two more children, identical to the first, rushed in. "Dad, do you really want to leave our mom for this plastic face?" Jayden asked, his tone icy. Yvonne's face reddened. "How dare you! You little brats!" She raised her hand to slap Jayden. A commanding voice halted her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." All eyes turned to the entrance, where Daisy stood, her cold, emotionless gaze piercing Yvonne's very soul. Yvonne shivered, her hand frozen mid-air. Daisy's eyes never left Yvonne. "You shouldn't have come here." The air thickened with tension as Daisy's presence dominated the room. Ethan's expression transformed from shock to unease. "Who are these children?" Yvonne demanded. Daisy's smile was icy. "That's for Ethan to explain."

Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way. When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees. But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else? Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her? And if so... what does she do about her husband? One Weekend with the Billionaire is a s*xy story for mature readers.

After breaking up with her boyfriend of two years and going through the most horrible incident of her life, Jennifer Roberts left her hometown and moved to city. She wanted to start anew at a new place with new people. She just wanted to find peace in her life. But when the richest guy and the biggest bully of Red crest University, comes knocking down at her dorm room and crashes his lips onto hers out of nowhere, her dream of having peaceful year will break into multiple pieces. What would a girl do, if a guy kisses her against her will and becomes the reason for her to be thrown out of her dorm room? And she did just that. She slapped him in front of everyone. Unaware about the fact that she just dug a bigger hole of miseries for herself. She became the target of the infamous ‘Red Alert’. Damon Kingston is the son of the most rich person not only in the university but in whole city. The life is like a game for him. A game where he always wins. Betting with his friends and winning every time is a daily routine for him. He is the guy who gets pleasure in bullying others, especially the students who got admission on a charity basis. That’s right, the scholarship students. And that is what he was doing with Jennifer, the new scholarship student in the university. He was having fun bullying her for slapping him in front of everyone until one day she collapsed in his arms, squeezing his heart ever so painfully that it was almost unbearable for him. The guy who doesn’t believe in love, who thinks he can never fall for anyone, found himself falling slowly but deeply for this scholarship student. But does he have a right to fall for her when he is hiding a big secret in his heart, which he knows will break her. Secrets are going to be unveiled, hearts are going to break. During all this a Stanger will arrive to become a new nightmare for them. With an unknown danger looming around them, will they be able to prove that love is above all? If you are interested to find out, come read the story of Jennifer and Damon, which started with Bet but will end with love, hopefully.

WARNING!!!!! THIS BOOK IS PURELY EROTICA AND IT CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER. RATED 18+ 🔞 IT'S A COMPILATION OF THREE TABOO EROTICA ROMANCE STORIES IN ONE. MAIN STORY Eighteen years old Marilyn Muriel is shocked on one beautiful summer by her mom when she brings in a strikingly, handsome young man and introduces him as her new husband. An instant unexplainable connection is formed between her and this Greek god as he secretly begins to cast various unwanted signals towards her. Marilyn soon finds herself going through various, irresistible sexual escapades with this charming, seductive fellow in the absence of her mom. What will be the fate or outcome of such an act and will her mom ever get to know the atrocity going on right under her nose?

"Just imagine it, Em. His ex-fiancée... dating his favourite hockey player." ****** Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side.But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding!If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong!Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.