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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.

"Careful," the man whispered that sent shiver down her spine. He is positioned behind her and no matter how hard she uses her strength and try to break free from his grasp-- the man's hand were chained to her neck stopping her to move away from him. "I can feel nothing but the desire to kill me," he muttered. "You are not going to succeed." Her heart hammered inside her chest when she felt a pair of sharp fangs in her neck. "You crossed the line and now you are mine, woman." *** An order to kill a man named Valerian Fenrir was pointed upon the she-wolf Natasha by her father alpha Acanthus ever since she was little. When it is finally the time for her to go to the city to fulfill the wishes of her father— she thought it was going to be easy, little did she know, a couple of surprises awaits her.

Have you ever fantasized about flipping open a private diary and peeping into someone's most intimate sexual secrets? Inside these pages, you will witness: * A wife transforming into a dominant mistress, taming her husband with handcuffs and whips; A breathless, heat-fueled threesome igniting in the heart of a gym; The sudden, raw surrender to hidden lust in the middle of a quiet office... Do you want to feel the pulse and the rush of ordinary people slowly drowning in the depths of desire? Start reading now.

It started with the mile high club. It ended with a fake marriage and his baby in my belly. I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: The day that ruined my life. Aleksandr Makarova sure looked the part of the knight in shining armor. Tall, rich, with eyes that promised all kinds of delicious things. Not to mention, a body that delivered on those promises. It was the craziest moment of my life. But when the flight landed, Aleks disappeared. I tried to pretend it didn’t hurt my feelings. Back to my boring old reality, right? The problem was, Aleks wasn’t really gone. And when I stepped one toe in my house and saw what he’d done to my family, I realized… He wasn’t going away anytime soon.

I looked at her amused. I got up from my seat and stood infront of her. Not too close, not yet. ''You imagine too much Ms. Vitale. I can assure you that I'm not plotting anything, although I did plan something different". I whispered the last part. ''W-what?'' She asked looking confused. Cute. ''I'm sorry for what happened that day. You are right, I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent.'' I said taking a step forward. ''You are sorry?'' She asked looking surprised. I chuckled. ''Yes'' I said taking another step. She leaned back slightly, it's almost unnoticeable, but didn't move from her place. Trying to look brave huh? ''T-Then why are you doing all this?'' She asked in low voice. I took one last step. We are finally too close. I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I started trailing my fingers from her arm to collarbone, she shuddered and goosebumps erupted on her skin. I leaned down, brushing her earlobe with my lips, making her breath uneven. ''Are you in a relationship Ms. Vitale?'' ''N-No'' Her words came out in a whisper. ''Good.''

"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?

"Love doesn't hurt, Adrian. You did. I'm leaving to become someone you can't destroy. And when I return, you will learn what it means to lose everything." Five years ago, Arabella Sterling disappeared without a trace, carrying disgrace, heartbreak, and the label of a billionaire's hidden scandal. What no one knew was that she was also his wife. The woman he once claimed to love. The one he abandoned when it mattered most. Now she is back. No longer the fragile woman he betrayed, Arabella has reinvented herself as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist known for reviving collapsing empires. Powerful, untouchable, and unstoppable. Her next target is The Sterling Group. His empire. Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to bury his past mistakes, but nothing prepares him for the moment Arabella walks into his boardroom. Colder. Stronger. Completely out of reach. He wants redemption. She wants revenge. Because this time, Arabella is not here to save him. She is here to make him lose everything.

“I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack.” I could feel my heart breaking. Leon was howling inside me, and I could feel his pain. She was looking right at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, but she refused to show it. Most wolves fall to their knees from pain. I wanted to fall to my knees and claw at my chest. But she didn’t. She was standing there with her head held high. She took a deep breath and closed her wonderful eyes. “I, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack, accept your rejection.” When Emma turns 18, she is surprised that her mate is the Alpha of her pack. But her happiness about finding her mate didn't last long. Her mate rejected her for a stronger she-wolf. That she-wolf hates Emma and wants to get rid of her, but that isn't the only thing Emma has to deal with. Emma finds out that she is not an ordinary wolf and that there are people who want to use her. They are dangerous. They will do everything to get what they want. What will Emma do? Will her mate regret rejecting her? Will her mate save her from the people around them?

In that foreign world where magic is prevalent, I, as the youngest member of a magical family, am the only loser who doesn't know magic. But I had an unyielding flame in my heart, "Magic? I don't know, so what's the harm? Wouldn't the path of immortal cultivation be more glorious?" In the despair of not being able to use magic, I chose a different path - the path of immortal cultivation. Unable to sign a magical beast contract? Then let the immortal beasts fight for me! Unable to make magic props? I will forge peerless immortal soldiers! While magicians have been ridiculed for their fragile bodies, I chose to cultivate the art of breaking the bones and washing the marrow of the body, which is indestructible, to build myself into a mage who fights in close quarters. While other magicians can only wait to be killed when their magic power runs out, I can use my refined flying sword to decapitate the enemy from thousands of miles away! In this continent where magicians are revered as gods, I have overcome many obstacles one step at a time. From an unpopular scum, to ascending to the top of Immortal Cultivation and becoming an existence that is admired by millions. I will use my power to make those who once looked down on me kneel at my feet, making them thirsty to become my disciples and explore this magical and vast world of Immortal Cultivation together! This is a story of perseverance, courage and self-transcendence. In this journey, I will prove to everyone that even in the darkest moments, with an unyielding heart and firm beliefs, anyone can create their own miracles.

He was destruction wrapped in charm. She was the one thing he couldn’t control. Liora Wren never wanted to be seen. But Lucien Mercer sees everything. To him, she’s not just another girl— she’s a challenge, a curiosity… a weakness. He pushes. She resists. He breaks. She bends. Somewhere between cruel words and stolen moments, something dangerous begins to grow—twisted, consuming, impossible to ignore. Because love like this doesn’t save you. It ruins you. And Lucien? He’s ready to burn the world to keep her.

humming the saddest song, breathing the suffocating air, seeing infinite darkness and feeling the endless pain. My pouring tears asking for ending and peace. I looked up, seeing the sky open its eyes. Moonlight, forest breeze and feathers from birds flying with freedom. I closed my eyes feeling the gentleness of the wind. The embrace of the wind is the only life I've felt for so many years. I let out my voice with a mellow music coming from an antique music box. and I stared at the white ballerina twirling here as I sang. Je t'aime, je t'aime toujours I am forever yours Another year has passed. A year full of tears and loneliness. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher You're always in my prayers I averted my eyes from the dancing ballerina and stared outside the high tower again as I sang. Is it a sin to ask for my freedom? I felt my song more and let it grow stronger. Softly, sweetly wrapped up in heaven's arms Sailing, soaring over the moon Gathering star dust I couldn't hold back my sadness, my tears started to flow. My grief that many will enjoy. White pearls kept falling from my eyes. stones that will blind the mind of any creature, stones that will be vessels of chaos and greed. Be still, be safe, be sure Je t'aime, je t'aime toujours I continued my chanting in front of the single window of the very tall tower. it was covered in thick white smoke and towering trees. Wishing, praying All of your dreams come true Please remember Wherever you are my heart is with you I stretched my hand in the air to catch a few drops of feathers from the birds flying freely. They are very lucky because they get to the place they want. There are people to see and interact with, what sights can I see outside of this forest? Is it still the same or has it changed a lot? Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher Always in my prayers The wind has blown my long white hair along with my music being offered to the quiet forest. To this day I still cannot accept the form that fate has given me. my white hair symbolizing the curse that rested upon me, my eyes never burning like the vampires of my race and my complexion more than pale. I am the cursed woman, the white woman. the beast if they stare, the woman will never help. My own race had long abandoned me and no longer expected to see them again. Sometimes people try to go to the tower, not to help me but to get pearls. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to be afraid of the majority but they are the ones who make excuses for them to reach the end. I looked slightly below the tower, even at its height I could still see the peeping white rocks. .they are the prey of my eyes, for the moment my eyes directly hit a creature's eye it turns to white stone, resembling their own form. The White Curse made me a monster. The white stones scattered at the foot of my tower are proof. I left the window and went in front of a large mirror that covered my body. I took a few deep breaths before I started removing my clothes. I smiled bitterly as I looked at my nakedness, I reached for my comb and started gently combing my hair. I've been called as a beauty. But now it's a monster. I put down my comb and closed my eyes. I let my whole body feel the heat until my appearance gradually changed. And the moment I opened my eyes, I was facing a small white bird with a very long tail that was flashing. Its white feathers shine, more than ordinary birds. Wasting no more time, I quickly flapped my wings and gently flew into the air. I am Kallaine Seraphina Verlas, the white vampire of the curse. the lone bird that flies far from freedom. I was flying for half an hour until I noticed a commotion below, I immediately decided to return to the tower for fear of being caught but my attention was caught by a wounded man trying to run. It was chased by a group of vampires, I was already familiar with this group because they tried to enter my tower once. I decided to help the man, I hummed again to catch his attention. I flew a little low and it seemed to get what I wanted to happen. I fly while he's chasing me. I have to mislead those who pursue him. When I noticed that we were far away, I immediately flew high and left the man. He's also a vampire, but his presence is unfamiliar. He was not born in this empire. I returned to the tower and my body spontaneously returned to my previous form. I was about to get my clothes when my attention was grabbed by a hand that suddenly grabbed the window of my tower. Until the man I helped showed me. suddenly he sat down and fainted. "D*mn those fucks, I'll come back to you. I'll kill you—" he stopped speaking as his eyes slowly crawled from my feet to my nakedness. I immediately covered my clothes to my body, my face was getting hot. "Vampire, get out of here." I warn you. I let my hair fall over my face. Our eyes cannot meet. "Holy m*th*rf*ck*r, Evan Lancelot Gazellian, I hope you're happy here at university." "Go away you vampire," "What is your name?" he started to stand up. "Don't come any closer! You'll turn to stone!" he was stunned by what I said. My grip on my clothes tightened. "Can I stop here for a while?" "W-What? Are you insane? Are you killing yourself? I am the cursed woman, do you see what I look like? I am the woman with the white curse." He was very different from the vampires who had climbed this tower. not even for a second did he glance at the pearls scattered on the floor. "Who the hell cares? You saved me. And I'll look at it as a huge debt of gratitude." I gasped when he knelt down on me like the princes I had seen before. He bowed his head at me. "W-What are you doing? I-I am the monster! I'm the one you vampires look up to!" He looked up at me but I didn't let our eyes meet. It smiled weakly at me. "Where? Where is the monster? All I can see is beauty." This was the last thing he said before he finally collapsed. I immediately took the blanket and wrapped it around myself. I attended to the man who was trying to open his eyes. I thought he was unconscious but he still managed to hold the tip of my white hair and gently brought it to his lips. "Call me Finn, a handsome mage."

He offered me five million a month to stay out of his sight. I smiled, took the card, and silently vowed to never fall for him. It didn’t work. Ginny has been poor her entire life. When she’s suddenly discovered as the long-lost daughter of a wealthy family, she thinks her luck has finally turned. Instead, she’s sent to marry Sebastian Sterling—the ruthless head of the Sterling Group, a man whispered to be so cold-blooded they call him “The Reaper.” On their first day as husband and wife, Sebastian barely looks at her. He slides a black card across the table. “The housekeeper deposits money monthly. Don’t appear before me if it’s not necessary. Especially if it is.” Ginny blinks back tears, takes the card, and clenches her fists—just to make sure she doesn’t accidentally laugh out loud. Everyone expects the beautiful but disposable Mrs. Sterling to be cast aside within months. Other women circle, waiting for her to fall. But they don’t know that the “poor little wife” has a secret. When a viral thread asks: “Your husband gives you fifty thousand a month but never comes home—would you accept?” Ginny logs onto her alt account and replies: “Fifty thousand? My husband gives me five million. He can come home or not—I’ll be traveling the world. If he wants to see me, he can make an appointment.” The post goes viral. The comments mock her mercilessly. That night, Sebastian finds her in a five-star hotel suite. His lips brush her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “So, Mrs. Sterling… about that appointment.” He thought he was buying a wife. She thought she was getting a paycheck. Neither expected to fall.

Aria Ortiz thought she buried the past the day she walked away from Damian Blackwood. But the past has a cruel way of clawing back. Now, the man who once shattered her is the one holding all the power. Cold, controlled, and dangerously magnetic, Damian is no longer the boy she knew — he’s a billionaire with an empire at his feet… and a contract in his hand. One year. By his side. Day and night. Every interaction is a battle of sharp words and colder stares, yet the pull between them is fierce enough to burn. Damian says it’s just business. Aria knows better. Beneath his calm surface lies something darker — something that isn’t just about the deal. As the days tick by, old wounds reopen, lines blur, and the truth they’ve both tried to bury threatens to destroy them. Because when the past comes for you… it doesn’t knock. It breaks the door down.