Melanie Valentine

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.

"You're in deep sh*t. You slept with your sister?" Marcus hissed. "Get the f*ck out of here. How was I supposed to know? I'd never met my so-called lost stepsister... but Marcus, I can't let go of what I shared with her that night. No matter how much I try, I can't." Ten years ago, Fiona vanished—walking away from her billionaire father, his new wife, and the stepbrother she refused to meet. She built a new life, married a man she trusted, and created a company from nothing. Until the night she walked in on her husband and her best friend in bed together. Devastated, she ran into the arms of a stranger. One reckless kiss became a night of forbidden passion she thought would stay buried in the dark. She never expected to see him again. She definitely didn't expect him to be Rafael Velmera—her powerful new boss... and the stepbrother she never met. Now, secrets, lies, and an irresistible desire threaten to unravel everything. Because Fiona is hiding more than her name—she's hiding a child. And the truth will change both of their lives forever. What if the man she's forbidden to love is the only one who has ever truly been hers?

"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?

"One million," A man seated at the corner of the room called out, raising his paddle. My heart pounded louder with each bid. The men sneered, their eyes devouring me like I was a piece of meat. My body trembled as I rubbed my sweaty hands on my clothes. The bids went higher and higher until there were just two men left. "Three million," the chubby man declared, impatient evident in his tone. There was silence in the room for a moment. "Five million," A stranger countered, raising his paddle. My eyes widened in shock as I tried to figure out who this stranger was. The room was filled with murmurs and no one could counter the stranger. The auctioneer's gavel slammed down. "Sold!"  *** Leila Flynn, 19 years old, struggles to keep her ailing brother alive, and her life takes a dark turn when she is suddenly kidnapped into London's underworld auction. During the auction, she is bought for a high price by a mysterious and wealthy stranger, Dominic Anderson. Leila is then taken to a grand mansion in London, where she begins a complex relationship with Dominic. Dominic, a powerful mafia boss, lives a life shrouded in mystery and danger. Leila gradually discovers that Dominic's concern for her and her younger brother, Michael- who suffers from leukemia- goes beyond mere kindness. Under Dominic's protection, Leila tries to uncover his true intentions while also developing a subtle emotional connection with his brother, Luca. In this dangerous game of love, betrayal, and revenge, Leila must decide whether to place her trust in Dominic or sever all ties with his perilous world once and for all.

A fresh out college mess decided to have a few harmless drinks before going to see her father. Well, a very irresistible stranger wasn't so harmless so why not risk it. Little did she know that he was someone close to her father. Her father's best friend. *********** “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “You,” I gasped. “Harder. Please.” He gave it to me. Relentless. Possessive. One hand pinned my wrists above my head; the other gripped my hip, angling me exactly how he wanted. “You’re mine tonight,” he said against my throat, teeth grazing skin. “Say it.” “I’m yours,” I breathed, lost in him.

🔥 THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT S*X SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. When Liana Rivers fell into bed with her brooding, dominant, dangerously irresistible stepbrother, Killian Wolfe, she gave him everything, her heart, her body, her virginity. But when she discovered she was pregnant, and found out he was engaged to another woman, she ran. No goodbye. No explanation. Just a shattered heart and a baby he would never know. Now, seven years later, she’s a struggling single mom working as a hotel janitor, doing everything she can to hide her past, and her son, from the ruthless Alpha who broke her. Until one night, he finds her again. Richer. Darker. More powerful than ever. And he wants her back. Killian isn’t just here to play house. He wants control. Of her life. Her body. Her son. And this time, he’s not asking. She ran from him once. But now that he knows the truth… He’ll burn the whole d*mn world to keep what’s his.

Milo was born as a curse. an Omega male, A disgrace and never heard of. Desperate to get the acknowledgement of his family, He is Disguised as his powerful twin sister, and bundled as a pet to the most feared man in the underworld: the Mafian King. Bound in chains and stripped of his freedom, Milo is prepared to endure whatever fate that is waiting for him. But when his disguise is shattered, and he was caught, the lie that was meant to save him turns into a death sentence. The Mafian King does not take kindly to deception. Yet, instead of killing him, he does something far worse. He claims him. “From now on, you are mine. I own every inch of your body as my little pet” Milo must learn to survive, in this world fueled with cruelty and betrayal. not just as a prisoner, but as one thing no man in this kingdom has ever dared to be. A pet. But as secrets begin to reveal themselves, Milo realizes something chilling… Maybe the true monster isn’t the one who forcefully claimed him. Maybe it’s seeing the face of the one that would stab him from the back. Can he escape his sad fate? Or will he get drowned in the power struggle between the forces that want to have him for themselves.

Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a sl*t the next day,I paid him for the s*x and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!

“Whose touch made you cry for more tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Yours,” I whispered, my voice unsteady. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me closer, his words rough against my spine. “Liar. She trembled for me.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude murmured, his breath hot at my throat. “Let her beg until she remembers who she belongs to.” I was shaking, caught between them, their shadows and their heat pressing in from every side. All I could do was breathe, “Yes… don’t stop.” And they didn’t. Like they never could. Like I was theirs, all three of theirs. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire—died. Her mother, broken with grief, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with debts threatening to drown her, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer themselves to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something shifted the moment they touched her. Now they want her—claimed, marked, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

"Say it like you mean it, darling," he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, "and I might stop." My mother got remarried... and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me "stepsister. " But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It's anything but brotherly. There's something wrong with them. Something not... human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they're angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don't know what they are. But I know one thing... whatever's hunting me now, I won't survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is... part of me doesn't want to escape. Because whatever they are... I crave it. And once they claim me, there's no coming back. One more thing... All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there's one in particular... One... AUTHOR'S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It's dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, "Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt. " But if this is not, then...

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?

“And I want you to teach me… how to own any man in bed.” My body froze, heat flooding me, my jeans suddenly way too tight. What? I swallowed hard, meeting her gaze, her eyes fierce but vulnerable, daring me to react. I leaned in, just an inch closer to her lips, a naughty smirk curling my mouth. “Careful what you ask for, baby,” I growled, “’cause I’m a d*mn good teacher, and you might not survive the lessons.” **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

Bullied, broke, and battling to save his sick mother, Ethan's life couldn't get worse—until he crossed paths with Professor Lucian, revealing the dangerous bond between them. As a Lycan, Lucian wanted nothing to do with a human mate—especially not someone like Ethan Wave, a bullied fragile human boy. However, neither could resist the unmistakable pull between them, awakening a fierce possessiveness for each other. But it was a cursed bond that would soon haunt them...

Hailey's peaceful life shatters as her mother's marriage to a Russian Mafia boss thrusts her into a perilous world. Adapting to her new Mafia family becomes a challenge, but chaos ensues when she meets Damien Rakov, an opposing mafia family's most feared underboss. Entangled in the mafia's web, Hailey's love life becomes a battleground as she uncovers secrets that jeopardize her connection with Damien.

The Serbian White Eagles aren't just a soccer club; they’re my family’s legacy, the blood in my veins, and the pride of my community. But pride doesn't pay for the stadium lights or clear the mounting debt. I fought until my hands were raw, exhausted every favor, and spent every last cent I owned trying to keep us afloat. Finally, I had to admit the truth: we were dying. And I, Aleksa Pavić, was not going to give up. There was only one man left in Toronto with the power to stop the bleeding: Maksim Volkov. The CEO of FC Vorkuta, my f*ck*ng rival, and a man whose presence is as cold and precise as a winter morning in the city. I walked into his office smelling of rain and desperation, bracing for a shark. I expected him to demand my soul or laugh as I knelt to beg. Instead, he was... kind. He offered me a seat, a glass of vintage scotch, and a voice like silk that promised to protect my talent. He looked at me not as an enemy, but as something precious, he’d been waiting years to hold. I signed the papers before I realized the ink was a blood bond. "I’ll pay your debts, Aleksa. I’ll save your legacy. All I ask in return is the one thing you’ve spent your life guarding: I want you and everything you have." Maksim Volkov's calm voice rose in the room. Maksim didn't just save my team; he bought my life. He hasn't used a single chain, yet I am more captive than I’ve ever been. Between the security that follows my every shadow and the way he maps my body with a devotion that feels like a prayer, the exits have all vanished. He’s erased the seams between us until I don't know where my hate ends and his obsession begins. I never saw it coming, and now, as his hands find me in the dark, I have no idea if I want to escape... or if I’m finally ready to drown in the love of the man who ruined me.

“I—sorry,” he stammers, his voice soft and precise, every word crisp but shaken. “I was under the impression this suite was assigned to me for the term. I didn’t expect anyone else.” He steps inside, closing the balcony door behind him. His movements are weirdly graceful, like he’s not used to the weight of his own body. He looks at me—olive-gold eyes, sharp cheekbones, lips that look too soft for this world. He’s beautiful. Not pretty. Not handsome. Beautiful, in a way that makes my chest hurt. I drop my bags harder than I need to, jaw tight. “Yeah, well, me neither. I was supposed to have a single.” He nods, looking genuinely unsettled. “I also requested privacy. This is… unexpected.” For a second, we just stare at each other, both of us sizing up the disaster. The scent in the room is stronger now—rain, spice, wildflowers, and something I can’t name. My heart’s racing. I want to punch something. Or maybe I want to kiss him. What the f*ck is wrong with me? *** When the fae prince went to Earth to fulfil his duty to study and understand Earthling culture and diplomatic relationships, he was not expecting this. He knew his touch was dangerous to humans, and his scent a constant lure that he would have to fight and try to hide to prevent any complications. He was supposed to spend a whole year living under the radar, studying humans in the distance, not sharing a room with one, and not with one so… fascinating. Cyrus is a complete mystery. Cold, distant, guarded… but at the same time sweet and protective, in ways that make Cornelius’ heart race and his knees fail. Cornelius never had friends, not really. Growing up as a prince, his title kept everyone at an arm's distance. The ones who approached him always did so with ulterior motives, to gain the crown’s favour. At his one hundred and twenty-six years of age, he has never had someone to call a friend, let alone someone to love. Sure, a lot of his guards and servants are always nice to him, but the difference in their ranks never let Cornelius feel like it was fairly reciprocated. He has always had lovers, many of them, but it never felt more than a temporary escape for relief, something that did very little to fill the empty void in his heart. But Cyrus… Cyrus is breaking his walls, one by one, and claiming every inch of his soul and Cornelius… Cornelius is f*ck*ng scared. Can he let himself love a human? How can they possibly make it work? He doesn’t have answers, yet Cyrus manages to question it all, to imprint his name in the depths of his core against all odds, ready to shred his world to crumbs and to fight fate just to stay by his side, to love HIM. And Cornelius doesn’t know how to resist that. Or if he even wants to.

You may ask how I got in this position. The position where i;m in bed with my gay best friend, while his boyfriend watches with hungry eyes. Let’s just say... it started with a broken heart, a ruined plan, and one reckless, desperate request. I was supposed to lose my virginity to someone safe, someone I loved. Instead, I caught him cheating at the worst possible moment, right before I was about to hand him everything. In the aftermath, I asked the only person I trusted. My best friend Zain. The problem was... Zain's gay, and he wasn't single either. Now, pleasure, shame, and temptation blur into something I can't control. And the worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop. A filthy, emotional, no-holds-barred dark romance where first times are anything but innocent.

WARNING! SMUT! SMUT!! SMUT!!🔞 “Open your f*ck*ng legs wider, b*tch, and stop pretending this isn't what you have always wanted.” I flinch at the boom of his voice and do as he says. He drives in three fingers into my p*ssy as he pounds my *ss and all I can do is moan and take it. “Take it, you filthy f*ck*ng sl*t,” he says, pounding harder into me. “This is what you want right? To be a filthy f*ck*ng sl*t. If this is what you want, you can f*ck*ng take it.” And I can feel his c*ck hitting my guts. ***** I am Holly Winterbourne. I am a young girl with a secret forbidden crush on her best friend's father. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even think of his touch on my body and most importantly, I shouldn't be F*CK*NG him. But fate brings us together during the holidays and I realize I can't resist my best friend's father, no matter how hard I try.

CAUTION: This has MATURE CONTENT. Read only if comfortable with genres like this. 18+. Evan Hart's heart aches as he watches the man he secretly loves suffer from the disappearance of his fiancée who is also his older brother. It's even more painful because Evan knows the truth—His elder brother wasn't kidnapped; he ran off with someone else, abandoning everything. Unable to bear the sight of Nathan Collins, the man he loves, falling apart, Evan makes a desperate and unthinkable decision: to become a substitute for his brother. What starts as an attempt to be close to Nathan quickly spirals into a tangled web of passion, possessiveness, and deception.

“I, Raven Roman, reject you, Alpha King Xander Black, as my mate.” I said my voice firm despite the pain in my heart but he only threw his head back and let out a dark, menacing laugh. “You? Reject me? I refuse your rejection, you can't escape me mate,” he spat his voice filled with hatred. "Because I am going to make you regret that you were born, you will beg for death but you won't find it. This is my promise to you.” ****** Raven is the most hated wolf in her pack for a crime her family committed against the Royal Family. She was hated, bullied and insulted at every turn, and as if things couldn't get twisted, fate decided to play a game on her, the one man who her family betrayed turns out to be her fated mate. The ruthless Alpha king Xander. The very man who despises her existence. She tried to reject him but he refused her rejection, promising to make her life a living hell. But things are not as they seem. There are secrets that need to be unraveled, a dangerous pull they cannot ignore, a bond they cannot sever. And as their worlds collide, Raven begins to uncover dark secrets buried deep within their pasts. Betrayal. Lies. Forces that threaten not only their bond but everything they’ve ever known. Will Xander and Raven look past their family hatred and join as one to fight their enemies or will their hatred consume them both?