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Rebecca Westmore is a happily married woman with a loving husband. But she soon finds herself neck deep in debauchery of biblical proportions. But unbeknownst to her, her husband has a few skeletons in the closet too. What will happen when the couple’s secrets are laid out for all to see?

My names Chad, I'm the proud owner of the latest sex industries newest club. It's a place where men come to get their dicks wet, a place where they're safe to act out their most desired fantasies. And they're in luck because my girls are filthy little tarts that love a good rooting!

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"Fuck yeah!" He groaned loudly as he continued to thrust in my mouth.

"Tell me you love it." He panted. "Tell me my cocks big and you want it."

"I fucking hate it! Your cocks about as small as my little finger and you wonder why your wife won't touch you." I mumbled with my mouth full of dick.

He's so fucking high on reaching his climax he didn't even bother to pull out. So I'm free to mumble whatever I like. His cock jerks once, twice, and I know he's about to cum. I go to pull away, but he forces my head further towards him and cums in my mouth.

"Swallow it, you little whore!" His body trembling from his orgasm.

I fucking hate the taste of cum and refuse to swallow. Cum flows from my lips, down my face.

His hands move from my hair down to my jaw, he squeezes his hand and forces my mouth open.

"Thought I fucking told you to swallow." He growled as he scoops his semen up with his fingers and forcefully sticks it back in my mouth.

I clamp down on his fingers with my teeth. He howls like a little bitch and I uppercut him right in his saggy nutsacks.

Chads gonna be pissed! I'm not too worried, especially when he asks me for a kiss and I give it to him willingly, knowing I've just sucked dick and haven't brushed my teeth yet.

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder.
Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun!
Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of.
I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm.
When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, ""What now?"" I ask him.
"You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes."

Selena didn't have a good life in her previous life. After her rebirth, she believed that her future life would be better than relying on others by relying on the mysterious spring water she accidentally obtained and the skills she mastered in making perfume, essential oils and various balms.

But why does Lucio, her broken-off fiancé, always stare at her? Is he still brooding about what he said when he broke off the engagement?

Selena: Why would you marry me if you don't like me? Do you want to use this threat to retaliate against me?

Paranoid Lucio: Why is Selena always avoiding me and why is she running away from marriage?

This is the story of a delicate and independent woman who was severely bullied by her powerful and fierce fiancé after she got married~

WARNING: This book is sorely for erotica and BDSM lovers. Don’t have other thought! Yes, It’s smut story but not what you are thinking bro. Each chapter of this Diary are fiction stories of diverse sexual landscapes of characters.
Imagine this as reading someone’s diary but not just one person…. You know what I mean? As this book unfolds, several sexual escapades that got you as the reader recollecting some great memories. I mean wet memories.
This book is not written to scorn or abuse anyone, LBGTQ or Straight, this book doesn’t judge anyone its sorely for entertainment purposes. Imagine reading a high school girl diary of how she fucked her nerd professor?
Just imagine the scene, PS… This is not for children, too hot to handle for nerds too… only a psycho can hop on…..

Since fifth grade, Bea had harbored a deep crush on Thyago, despite the unfortunate fact that he was dating her cousin, Elena.
Thyago was not only the good Mayor's son, but he was also the sole heir to a multimillionaire business tycoon. On top of that, he held the prestigious role of captain of the football team, making him the object of affection for countless girls on campus. Encouraged by her friends, Bea made an effort to befriend Thyago, eventually succeeding in getting closer to him. As a hopeless romantic, she poured her emotions into a diary, only to have her secrets exposed when Elena discovered it, leading to her humiliation in front of the entire campus. To make matters worse, Thyago distanced himself from Bea upon learning about the diary. Despite her attempts to explain, Thyago shattered her heart by insisting she stay out of his life.

Eight years later, their paths unexpectedly crossed once again. Thyago Williams, now a highly sought-after bachelor and renowned as a ruthless and cunning billionaire in the business world, happened to become a VIP client at Bea's firm. Maintaining professionalism, Bea set aside their past and endeavored to work with him ethically. However, to her surprise, Thyago began openly expressing his attraction and desire for her, displaying an aggressive and vocal pursuit. Being vengeful, she rejects him many times but the cunning billionaire never accepts no for an answer. Resorting to kidnapping and blackmail, he forced her into marrying him, offering her something she couldn't refuse. With all this deceit and manipulations, should she marry Thyago and risk her heart against the possibility of another heartbreak?

He married her for revenge by blackmailing her father. She married him for her dad who loves her so much.

He is kind and loving to everyone except to her and her father. She couldn't forget her past love and move on. His anger made her scared of him every minute. He forced her to cut all connections with her family.

Why a carefree and loving Jay became an arrogant and rude husband? What is his past? Will he torture her to hurt her father forever? Or gives her love? Is it possible for her to move on forgetting her past love and forgiving Jay for marrying her without her acceptance?

The story revolves around Jay’s revenge against Vidya’s father. Vidya becomes a toy in the game of his revenge as her father loves her a lot. What's the reason behind his revenge will be revealed later. A girl who is loved by her family a lot faces hatred from Jay who makes her life the worst. Is it possible for her to forget her past love and love the one who hurts her every second? How would fall for one another? Let’s see how she makes her life filled with her husband’s love by valuing the sacred bonding of marriage.

Let's see the journey of Jay and Vidya whose bonding started with hate but finally made them to fall for one another completely. See how he became her confidence and how she became a support to him in his lonely fight over his enemies.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents.

He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending.

Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend.
But it's his stepdad who sees the real me—
wet, needy, and aching to be ruined.

One look. One whisper. One filthy promise.

And just like that…
I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy."

This isn't just sex
This is sin
And it feels so damn good to be a sinner.

Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy.

This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release.

And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies.

Join the ride, if you can control the heat.

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.

The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there.

I know what you are thinking!?
That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are.
Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back.
Me?
I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28.
I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death.
My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!

"I, Carl Roger, reject you, Morgan, from being my future Luna and mate."
“If you're sensible, you'll find a quiet place to die on your own, instead of tarnishing our people's glory.
“You're just an ugly toad. Stay in the mud quietly, and don't burden our pack.”
On Morgan's Seventeenth birthday, she discovers that Carl Roger, her destined mate, chooses to endure pain rather than accept her. Each word he utters pierces her heart, leaving her trembling with devastation. Seeking solace, she turns to alcohol and finds herself lost in the depths of the woods. It is there that she encounters Alpha Damien Blackwood, a mysterious and feared leader known for his ruthless demeanor. Haunted by the loss of his first love, Damien has become bitter, cold, and closed off to the prospect of opening his heart again.
In the midst of their shared vulnerability, Morgan and Damien share a passionate one-night stand, unaware of the life-changing consequences it will bring. Soon after, Morgan discovers she is pregnant, and the weight of rejection from her pack forces her into exile. Determined to raise her child alone, she embarks on a journey of resilience and self-discovery.
Years later, fate intervenes and Luna, Morgan's triplets, unknowingly leads her back into Damien's world. Their paths collide once more, bringing to the surface the pain, desire, and unresolved emotions they had buried deep within. As Luna's innocence and unconditional love become the catalyst, Morgan and Damien must confront their painful past and navigate the intricate complexities of shared parenthood.
Will Morgan's unwavering love and the purity of their triplet's heart be enough to break through Damien's hardened exterior? Can they find redemption, forgiveness, and a second chance at happiness amidst the tangled web of their past?

Violet loses her parents as a young child and is brought up by an elderly aunt. As she approaches her 17th birthday her life is turned upside down when her Aunt tells her that the life she has built with her must end - she has to go and learn about the background of her father. Secrets have been kept and those secrets turn Violet's life on it's head!

Not only does she have to accept that her father wasn't who she thought he was, but she too, is something she didn't even realise existed! It seems a whole plan had been in place for if something happened to her parents, including learning of her heritage and all it means.
So, Violet is sent to Autumn Moon Pack, where an elderly relative of her father's still lives to give Violet chance to be surrounded by others like her. In truth, she plans to learn what she needs to learn what she needs to and leave to live alone like her father before her.
But will meeting the handsome Beta, who seems quite taken with her, change her mind? And could there be yet more secrets to be revealed?

When the Whites went bankrupt, Katherine was "sold" by her ex to tycoon Alexander for $1M. He trapped her, took her nightly but ignored her, clung to his childhood sweetheart, and spied on her — until a study diary revealed his 12-year unspoken love behind the cold control.

I have spent years living in the Underworld, a place of unending darkness where evil flourishes and evil is born. Returning to the Human Realm was supposed to be boring. My intention was to go unnoticed through this fragile world. And yet, all it took was him to shatter my plans.
A single human. That darn little prince. He always made it sound like I was a burden. With his small face and brownish puppy eyes, he did resemble a doll.
I felt a sudden surge of heat as his manhood, thick pressed against my thigh intensified. It was as if his body had responded to our closeness, and I could feel him growing harder. As we kissed, I felt myself getting lost at the moment, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, his body pressed against me.

“When darkness sweeps in, an unlikely bond ignites.”

Avaris, a young nobleman betrayed and orphaned by those he trusted, faces death at every turn. His dark thoughts, driven by a desperate need for revenge, call forth Dyvian, a very powerful demon that has been dormant for years.

Dyvian grants Avaris's wishes, but at a steep price. However, their encounter causes an unexpected connection, binding their fates and weakening Dyvian's demonic powers.

Dyvian has to face his inner demons as his strength weakens. Now linked to Dyvian, Avaris must contend with a threat to both his and Dyvian's lives as Dyvian is forced to bring Avaris into his world of darkness.

Amidst the darkness, a forbidden attraction blossoms.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.