Intro- She was reluctant to beg him for release, he was ready to taunt her.Henry's P.O.V.Her cheeks turn pink as she smiles and gets up.“Thanks for bringing that up here I needed it” she says, though her voice wavers slightly.It’s the only sign that she is nervous about the situation. She reaches out to take the vibrator, but I hold it out of her reach.“Now, why would you need this?” I ask, my tone husky as I take the vibrator out of the box. Her blush darkens as she shrugs, still trying to act as if she’s unbothered by my finding the vibrator. "I told you that if you wanted to come, all you had to do was beg for it.”“I’m not interested in begging you for anything.” Violet crosses her arms. The silky camisole she wears dips lower, revealing more of her breasts to me. My cock strains against my pants, and I know I’m about to chase down yet another bad idea.Fuck it. I want her and I need to have her. Have desired her for the past few weeks. I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.
Intro- Violet was frustrated with the contract with Henry, she couldn't deny the feelings she was starting to harbor for him but yet she knew desiring a normal relationship with him was impossible.Running away was her only option but she had no idea it was impossible to run from the mafia himself.Violet's P.O.V.I have been kissed before by boys over the years, but the passion Henry exuded, the masterful way in which he managed to snag both my wrists in one hand while cupping my jaw with the other left me tingling all over. My pussy throbbed, so much so I sensed the increasing dampness between my legs. My nipples were hard as tiny pebbles, pressing into my dress, which was clinging to his suit jacket.Maybe I’d fantasized about him too many times, but this was one of those cases where reality was much better than the fantasy. His actions left me breathless, the way he swept his tongue back and forth, dominating mine leaving me in a state of shock.The taste of him was spectacular, t
His dirty valentine Intro- Eugene has always had a huge crush on Marcel, she was the shy and reserved type that couldn't ever make a move. They were neighbors and she always kept a look out for him to catch at least a glimpse of him.Even her wet dreams of him couldn't relieve her of her desire of him. It's valentine's day and she's lonely and horny!Will Marcel look her way.Eugene's P.O.V.I glance over at the clock on the wall. Shit!Marcel should be home any minute now, but I’m seriously not going to watch him from my peephole.Nope…no more for me. I’m DONE! It’s time that I wean myself off of obsessing about Marcel . Instead, I grab a pillow and briefly suffocate myself with it. Then I eventually fall asleep.Marcel trails his thumb over my bottom lip. “You belong to me" he whispers before kissing me.“Oh Marcel …Marcel …Marcel ,” I moan against his lips as he grinds his erection against my wet panties.God, his cock feels huge! I glance down at the bulge in his pants and gasp.
Her perfect SinIntro: He was her cousin, but she didn't care. This sinful desire, the sparks, the chemistry she could feel!Since she feels it, it's not a crime or sin Is it?Liliana's P.O.V.Lilly. I never want to hurt or deceive you,” he whispered gruffly. “You just need to trust me.”“I do trust you, with all of me.” I wrapped my arm around his neck and shoulders, shifting on his lap, teasing him relentlessly until he smiled.“Then show me, baby. Show me exactly the way you feel and what you want.”His command was dark and delicious, as dangerous as he was and in those few precious seconds where all time stood still, there was no doubt neither one of us would ever be able to retrace our steps, erasing what we were about to share.As he cupped the side of my face, guiding our lips closer together, there wasn’t a single inch of my body that wasn’t quivering in anticipation. He was truly my everything. The way he captured my mouth was even more possessive than I’d experienced befor
Undeniable Intro: The undeniable chemistry between Ahmed and sera has been there but their religion and families makes it hard for them to be together.Sera's P.O.V."Why do you keep behaving like you can't see what is going on here"She asksHe takes a deep breath and looks like he’s torn between stepping away from me or getting impossibly closer. “That is the problem with us, isn’t it? We keep doing this dance around each other like anything that happens is going to actually become reality.”One of his hands slips beneath my shirt. His fingers trace patterns along my hip as his gaze drops to my mouth. I tilt my head back, giving him the invitation he so clearly needs.I let him see me without my hijab because I wanted this man!I needed him!Ahmed groans low in his throat and shakes his head. “This is a bad idea and we both know that it’s going to end terribly.”“I like bad ideas,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Hell, you might even be the best bad idea. But if you do
Use me Intro- Sandra knew kelvin was a hot headed stubborn man yet she loved him with every bone in her body. She knew he had no shred or atom of feeling for her but she was ready to be used as a tool for him if it means fucking him and being with him.Sandra's P.O.V.Hey,” I say softly. His black eyes meet mine. They’re glassy and his face is flushed, and he’s breathing hard. He’s wrecked, and I don’t even know why. “Talk to me, Kelvin . What is going on?” Let me help!He grunts, shoving me off roughly as he rises from the ground, pacing again. Fingers thrusted into his hair, yanking on the already disheveled strands, he mutters shit under his breath that I can’t make out. Then, he laughs. The sound cold and sinister, and his face contorts when it comes out. My breath is coming out ragged and shallow, watching him lose control. I need to help him… And then, like two puzzle pieces, it clicks. He’s losing control. He needs something to control. Someone. Me!Like one would a wild
Use me 2Intro- Sandra knew kelvin was a hot headed stubborn man yet she loved him with every bone in her body. She knew he had no shred or atom of feeling for her but she was ready to be used as a tool for him if it means fucking him and being with him.Sandra's P.O.V.Warmth surrounds me, a light breeze hitting my face as I fight to stay in this serene in space of awake and asleep.My body is calm; every muscle relaxed, my head clear. The softest of touches caressing my skin; my shoulders, my chest, my stomach. Feather-light brushes all down my legs, across my feet. Pressure that builds and builds, zaps of pleasure soaring through my body. My chest rumbles with a groan as the pressure moves up, up, up until hot puffs of air surround my pussy, desire bursting in my chest until I think I might explode. A warm heat envelops me, rapture taking over, and I can’t keep my eyes closed any longer. Peeling them open, the morning sun pours in through the window that’s slightly open, my eyes s
PossessionIntro: He had laid a claim on her saying she was his!She's defiant and against being close to him yet she bends and succumbs to his will when he demands it.Oliver's P.O.V.You shouldn’t have gone there,” he adds. That club is dangerous!“I just wanted a night out with my friends, that’s all,” I say glaring at him.“It took every ounce of self-control for me not to drag you out of there myself, you hear me?” he says, looking at me sternly.My lips part, but I don’t know what to say.“I let you play around in that club because you needed the release but don’t think for a second I’m letting you out of my sight.”I swallow. “Why?”“Because my dad told me to,” he growls.I roll my eyes. “Sure.”“Believe what you want,” he quips, jaw tensing.“So where are we going, then?”He glances back and forth between me and the road. “I’m taking you the fuck home. Where else?”I rub my lips together and look away. “Impressive. I don’t believe a single word you’re saying.”“Then don’t,” h
The Prescription for Obsession Intro It started with the migraines, sharp, blinding, and unrelenting. When Léa Rousseau walked into the Neurological Hospital for what she thought would be just another examination, she didn’t expect to become the obsession of the man behind the cold stethoscope. Dr. Adrien Grey was clinical perfection. Brilliant. Composed. Unnervingly intense. But beneath his tailored white coat and sterile touch was something darker something that stirred the moment Léa stepped into his office. She wasn’t just another patient. She was temptation laced in innocence, and he was a man already breaking. Their sessions grew longer, his questions more personal, his presence more frequent until his house calls became a routine and her bedroom, his sanctuary of sin. Now, he touches her like he’s studying her anatomy by heart. Ties her like he’s claiming territory. Spanks her like she’s his punishment and reward. And Léa? She lets him. Craves it. Because she’s
Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy.Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes h
Situationship Intro; Irina never believed in winning not in love, not in life, and definitely not in a prestigious writing competition she nearly didn’t enter. Drowning in debt, barely keeping her antique store alive, and questioning every move she’s ever made, she had nothing but her words and even those felt small. But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul. For weeks, their connection has been a slow, dangerous burn. A brush of fingers too long. A laugh too intimate. A stare that strips her bare. Irina tells herself they’re opposites, that men like h
The Student’s Shame Intro; Mira is a strict, confident private tutor hired to keep a wealthy 19 year old student from failing out of school. But Leo isn’t just distracted he’s obsessed. Every night, he watches her through the cracks of her door, touching himself as she undresses, too ashamed to stop. What begins as silent voyeurism turns into something darker when Mira catches him in the act. But instead of kicking him out, she decides to punish him. Hard. With cuffs, control, and cruel teasing, she flips the power dynamic, turning Leo into her plaything. Soon, he’s on his knees in her apartment, begging for the shame he once feared. But the deeper she drags him into her world, the more twisted it becomes. And when she starts making him serve in front of others, Leo’s desperation turns to tears and obedience. Mira’s P.O.V. The Peeping Boy Mira’s Apartment — 10:12 PM It had been a long bus day and now the night had a warmth to it, that strange spring heat that didn’t belong i
Thirty Days Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters li
Thirty Days! Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters l
Their Filthy Games Intro; Lysandra was supposed to be a fleeting temptation, a soft distraction. A quiet sin Elijah Vale could ignore but she didn’t stay quiet. Now she’s everywhere beneath his skin, in his head, haunting his sheets like a ghost he can’t exorcise. And Elijah? He’s done pretending to be sane. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her with a hunger that borders on madness. Their game is simple: she hides, he hunts. And when he finds her, she pays in sweat, in tears, in moans she tries to swallow but never can. It’s dirty, twisted but addictive. Each round is darker than the last, each punishment sharper, each reward filthier. And Lysandra plays like she’s not already broken like she doesn’t love how wrecked he makes her. But obsession leaves marks and Elijah doesn’t plan on letting her walk away clean. He’ll chase her into hell if he has to. Because he doesn’t want her consent. He wants her surrender. Elijah’s POV The door creaks open beneath my hand, and I inh
The Billionaire’s ClubIntro; Alexa Quinn is an ambitious young anthropologist invited to observe a secret society known only to the ultra elite one that claims to renact “primitive rituals” deep in the wilderness under the guise of cultural preservation. But what begins as a research opportunity quickly unravels into something far more dangerous… and intimate.She was never meant to observe.She was the Offering.To be chosen, hunted and broken.Behind the masks and shadows is Adrien Duret he’s a cold, enigmatic billionaire who has orchestrated every detail of this ritualistic hunt for years. Alexa isn’t just a subject of his desire. She’s his obsession. The woman he’s watched from afar, studied in silence, and prepared an entire world for.And now, she’s finally within reach.Inside the walls of his private club, where rules are rewritten in blood and silk, she’ll discover a world of predator and prey, of ritual kink and primal chase where pleasure is pain, and power is taken, not
UnstitchedInto; Kira Volnova is a brilliant but untested dressmaker hiding behind the seams of other people’s designs. She’s young, quiet, and burning with a secret obsession for him. Matteo De Rossi. The god of high fashion. Cold. Demanding. Impossible. And her boss.Known for dressing A-list celebrities and destroying interns, Matteo is a man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes or innocence. But when Kira is caught wearing a self-made velvet gown in the shadows of his studio, something unravels. Her curves. Her defiance. Her untouched body beneath the silk she stitched just for him. He sees what no one else has what she’s never given and he decides to take it.What begins with a private fitting becomes a wicked game of control, seduction, and slow, excruciating desire. Matteo doesn’t just want her talent. He wants to mold her. Mark her. Keep her. And Kira, despite the ache, wants every inch of it.Unknowingly to Kira her first time might just cost her more than just her innocence, it mi