Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal
"Some cages feel like safety… until you fall in love with your captor."
Leona has spent her life escaping—from homes that felt like prisons, from scars no one sees, from a past that keeps dragging her back. At seventeen, homeless and hunted, she crashes into the life of Marco De Santos—a billionaire with ice in his eyes, secrets in his past, and a twisted need for control.
He takes her in.
At first, it’s charity. Then, it’s ownership.
Marco is used to women obeying. But Leona isn’t like them. She’s fire in silk. She disobeys. She challenges. She learns him—in ways that terrify and undo him.
What begins as protection becomes obsession. And when secrets unravel the truth about her parents, about his past, and about the dark connection binding them—everything explodes.
As the world threatens to pull them apart, Leona must decide: will she stay the girl he saved, or become the woman who saves him?
Because pleasure can heal... or destroy.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 106AFTER THE STORMLeona POVI woke up late that morning… later than usual. I don’t really know why, maybe because the rain had stopped in the night and the quiet felt too soft, like it was holding me. I just laid there for a bit, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember when peace stopped feeling strange.It’s funny, I used to wake up scared, like every sound meant something bad was about to happen. Now the only thing I hear is the seagulls fighting outside and the pipes groaning when the water heater kicks in. It’s weird, I like that sound now. It feels like proof that this place exists… that I exist.The apartment’s small, nothing fancy. Two rooms, one big enough for a couch that sags too much on one side, and the other just my bed and a mirror that came with the place. I never fixed the crack in the mirror. I kinda like it. It splits my reflection right down the middle, like it’s reminding me I used to be two people — the one that survived, and the one that didn’t.I made coffee, t
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER. 105 AFTER EVERYTHINGLeona POV Morning came too soft. The kind of soft that almost feels fake, like the sky forgot what storms were. I woke up before the sun really settled in, the sheets tangled around me like they were trying to keep me from getting up. My body felt heavy but my mind… it was loud. That strange whisper again, the one that had been sitting at the back of my skull for days — go back.I didn’t want to. God, I didn’t. But there it was, that ache that doesn’t shut up no matter how much peace you pretend to have. I laid there staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks like they might spell out something, and all I could think about was that house. The estate. The one I swore I’d never see again.But it wasn’t the house really. It was him. I really needed to see him.I guess cassie was right, even if it was for one last time.I got up slow, my legs shaky. I didn’t even eat, just threw on jeans and that white shirt I liked because it made me feel lighter. The locket hung cold
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 104SEEING CASSIE AGAIN Leona POV Staying alone filled with built up peace is the best feeling I ever wanted. I found myself at the seashore of the beach, which somewhat now looked smaller, or maybe it was just me who got bigger, heavier with all the things I didn’t say. I was early, too early, and I kept thinking maybe she won’t come, maybe she moved on like everyone else did. The sea smelled like metal and salt, the kind that sticks to your skin and makes you feel too alive. I was cold even with the sun out. I kept pulling my sleeves down, hiding the old scar on my wrist like it could still say something I didn’t want it to. And then I heard her laugh. That crazy, beautiful, loud laugh that cracked open everything I’d been trying to hold together. Cassie. She came running like a storm, nearly tripping on the sand, yelling my name. “LEONAAA!” She stretched it out too long, like she didn’t want to let go of the last vowel. Before I could stand, she crashed into me, hugging me so t
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 103 LETTING GO OF MY OLD SELFLeona POVI had just stepped out of my therapy class. Marco was still at the waiting room waiting patiently for me. Smiling he walked up to where I stood, I didn’t think he’d really mean it when he said it, “Let me take you out, Leo. Dinner treat, just us”It sounded like something out of a different life, one I barely remembered anymore, a world before therapy, before nightmares had faces and names.He looked… soft, almost. Or maybe I was just tired, too tired to see the sharpness in him.“Ready?” he asked. His voice wasn’t rough like before, just careful, like I might shatter if he said the wrong word.“I think so,” I replied, even though I wasn’t. My hands still shook when I held my small clutch bag, and the walls still moved sometimes when the room went too quiet. But I wanted to try. Maybe because of him, or maybe because I wanted to feel human again.----The restaurant was too warm. Or maybe it was just me. The air felt thick, like it had been holdin
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 102 MEETING A THERAPISTLeona POV I didn’t wanna go, not really. I voluntarily agreed because Marco wouldn’t stop looking at me like like I was some cracked thing he couldn’t glue back together but was still trying anyway and I could really see through his struggles.Morning light was already cutting through the curtains when I sat on the edge of the bed. My legs felt heavy. My chest too. Everything just… weighed. Marco was still in the shower, steam crawling out under the bathroom door, and I just stared at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair was a mess, mascara still smudged from last night — from crying, from everything.He said therapy would help. He said it like it was simple. Like sitting in front of some stranger and ripping my chest open would make me better.Better.What even is that anymore?I tried to breathe but my throat felt thick. The air stuck there like glue. I kept hearing Giovanni’s voice in my head — that lazy, calm way he talked, like the world was
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 101I NEED A THERAPIST Leona POVMy body was shivering aimlessly as I woke up gasping again. My whole body felt cold, even as I felt the warmth of Marco beside me. I don’t know why he came to sleep beside me, I know he might have been worried that I locked myself all day. I just turned my face to where he laid, his arms was wrapped around me.\Then I laid still to feel the quietness of the room. The kind of quiet that makes your heart thump louder, like it’s trying to warn you about something. I didn’t even know what time it was. Morning? Night? It didn’t matter. It all just… blurred together lately.And then it hit me, like a slap from nowhere — the memories. The lights. The stage. That damn pole. The smell of sweat and perfume and shame all tangled together. It’s funny how your brain waits till you’re calm to throw you back into the fire. I used to think I buried that part of me, the stripper, the girl who smiled at men she hated just to survive. But she’s still there. She never left
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story
“Please…. Daddy, I want you here,” She begged, her voice trembling in the quiet room.
He stepped closer, his presence commanding, absolute. He knew he should walk away, but the temptation was already too deep.
A collection of raw taboo stories where forbidden relationships, powerful Daddies take what they crave from the innocent women who were never meant to be theirs. These intense stories push every boundary — where temptation turns into complete surrender and desire burns hotter than reason.
Stepbrothers, guardians, authority figures… they claim without asking. They dominate.
Expect possessive hands, whispered commands, breathless tension, and relationships that shatter every rule. These are not sweet love stories. These are raw stories of total submission to the DARKEST CRAVINGS.
Warning: Contains mature themes, intense power dynamics, and highly sensual situations.
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Chapter: DAD’S BEST FRIEND MAKES ME CUM (2)Cleo POVI grabbed my keys and a bottle of wine, but my mind was still hazy, replaying his voice. The drive to Dad’s house gave me too much time to think. The roads were familiar, lined with trees just starting to turn colors for fall. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, warm on my arm through the open window. I kept shifting in the seat, the sundress riding up my thighs, the lack of panties making me hyper-aware of how slick I still was. Guilt twisted in my chest again. This barbecue dinner is for Mom. Dad’s been planning it for weeks, grilling since dawn like he does every year to keep her memory alive. And I’m driving there freshly fucked by a toy, no underwear, still thinking about a man I had now given the chance to own me. I turned up the radio, trying to drown out the thoughts, but it didn’t help. My nipples were still peaked against the thin dress fabric, and every bump in the road sent a little jolt through me. By the time I pulled up, my cheeks were flushed and I had
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: BOOK 5: DAD’S BEST FRIEND MAKES ME CUM (1) Cleo’s POV “Fuck… Sir, please…” I moaned loudly, my voice breaking with raw desperation. The words tumbled out shaky and needy, like I couldn’t hold them back even if I tried. I was spread wide open on my unmade bed, legs trembling so badly the muscles in my thighs burned, my back arched high off the messy sheets as the thick, realistic thrusting dildo worked deep inside my soaked pussy. God, it felt so fucking good and yet not enough. The toy… veined just right, warm to the touch from the built-in heater, fully automatic… pumped in and out with that steady, filthy rhythm that made wet, obscene squelching sounds echo through the room every single time it stretched my tight walls open and dragged back out slowly. The slight upward curve hit that perfect, sensitive spot against my front wall over and over, sending jolts of pleasure that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. On my phone propped up on the pillow, the video call was active. The screen showed a dark room bathed
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: MY DRIVER FUCKED ME RAW(4)Annabel’s POV The rain had finally started to ease up, turning from angry pounding to a steady drizzle that tapped against the windows like it was reluctant to leave. My body felt heavy and satisfied in the best kind of way… sore between my legs, thighs sticky with the evidence of what we’d done, dress completely ruined. Lucas was still holding me against his chest in the backseat, his arms loose but warm around me. His cock had softened inside me, but neither of us seemed in a hurry to move. “You still alive back there?” he asked, voice low and teasing. I could hear the smile in it. “Barely,” I mumbled, turning my face into his neck. He smelled like rain, sweat, and something distinctly him… clean soap mixed with pure male musk. “I think you broke me. My legs are definitely not working properly.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “Good. That was the plan all along.” He shifted carefully, finally slipping out of me. The loss made me whimper softly. The warm mess between
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: MY DRIVER WRECKED ME RAW(3) Annabel’s POV It was raining non-stop, as if the night were not coming to an end. Little aftershocks still ran through me and my body still hummed when Lucas remained buried in me, his balls twitching every few seconds with the final throes of his release. I hadn't had the strength to do anything about a dull ache that I felt in my lower back from the steering wheel. He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his lips rubbing soft against my skin.He softly asked, “You okay?” His voice was gravelly and strained from sex, but that old military tone remained underneath, firm even after he'd just made me go limp in the driver's seat of his vehicle. I could hardly contain my laughter. It was so breathless. “My legs feel like jelly, this dress is officially ruined, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to feel your dick for days every time I move. But yeah… I’m more than okay. I feel alive.” The vibration, a low one, was rumbling against my back and he chuckled. “Good. I'm not even halfway fin
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: MY DRIVER WRECKED ME RAW (2) Annabel’s POV Lucas’s hand tightened in my hair as he guided my head down toward his lap. My heart was slamming so hard I could barely breathe. This was insane. I haven’t done shit like this … climbing into a stranger’s front seat in the middle of nowhere during a storm. But Jared and every other safe, disappointing guy had never made me feel like this. Never made my pussy throb just from a few dirty words and a rough kiss. I wanted it. I wanted him. I slowly freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants. Holy fuck, it was huge … veined, rock hard, the head already leaking pre-cum. My mouth watered. I wrapped my hand around the base and took him deep in one go, sucking greedily. The taste of him, salty and masculine, made me moan loudly around his length. “Shit, Annabel,” Lucas rasped, his voice rough like gravel. One big hand stayed tangled in my hair, guiding me but not forcing. “Just like that. Suck it nice and sloppy. Been dreaming about this pretty mouth on my dick for mon
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: BOOK 4: MY DRIVER WRECKED ME RAW Annabel’s POV The restaurant felt like a fucking joke. The candle had melted into a sad little puddle on the table, and I was sitting there in this tight black dress that hugged my tits and ass perfectly, heels making my legs look endless, wearing the expensive perfume I almost never bothered with. All dressed up for a man who couldn’t even show up. I glared at my phone again. Jared’s message stared back at me like a slap: “Sorry babe, last-minute appointment I can’t miss. I promise to make it up to you this weekend, okay?” “Appointment my foot,” I hissed under my breath, finishing the last of my wine in one angry swallow. This was the same shit over and over. Jared was exactly like the others — good-looking on paper, nice job, said all the right things in the beginning. But when it came time to actually show up, they never did. I was getting tired of being the girl who waited. Tired of convincing myself that “next time” would be different. I paid the bill, grabbed my coat, a
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY THREEJESSICA’S POV The stone floor was cold beneath my thin silk ritual gown, but nothing like the ice running through my veins. The air in the room was thick with the aroma of perfumes: Thornes perfumes, a sweet blend of sandalwood and stale power. I felt like there was a weight on my skin that I can't wash off. As the secondary lock thudded, though, I didn't get panicked. I didn't have the strength to. He thinks I'm a lamb, I thought, my fingers skimming down the thick plaits of white silk. “He says he has set up the altar; he doesn't realize he has just handed me a knife.” My fingers touched the obsidian fragment that Jax dropped. It was cold and keen as a razor and buzzed with a dim dark power. I shuddered as I touched it. "Jax?" I whispered once more, peering up at the pitch black, soot-blackened grate in the ceiling. There was no answer. The distant regular grumble of the Spire's machinery, and the soft hissing of the Null-gas flowing through the vents. I felt a terrible sens
Last Updated: 2026-06-10
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY TWOJAX POV This air in the ventilation shafts wasn't only dusty, it was the end of the world. Each inhale I made, I drew in a lungful of pulverized glass and Null-gas, a toxic brew formulated to leach a shifter's soul out of his body before he died. I coughed, a wet, rattling sound that had to be muffled by resting it on my bicep. As I withdrew my arm, I saw the grey soot was tinged with a startling crimson. I feel my wolf’s blood boiling, a chill wind threading my body, a cold chill of fear. Thorne is not only smothering me, he's erasing me. I had lived in the walls of the Spire long before I became a tracker for the Triad. I wasn't Jax, the shadowy killer with the sharp blades then. I was Elian, a "kitchen rat", a 'no name' who scrambled through these little iron necks to get a morsel of bread to give to my mother. For a moment I closed my eyes to prevent the heat of the vent from burning my face. I could still see her yet. I could still see the look on the way the "Great Alphas"
Last Updated: 2026-06-10
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY ONERYDER’S POVThe pantry of the Spire was a tomb for things that were meant to be enjoyed. It was filled with the scents of excess and expensive cheeses rotting in their rinds, vintage wines gathering dust, and the stale, sweet perfume of the man currently shaking in my grip.I had Jessica’s Stepfather pinned against a rack of century-old Bordeaux. My fingers were knotted so deeply in his silk cravat that I could feel the frantic, pathetic flutter of his pulse against my knuckles. It was a fast, rhythmic tapping, like a moth beating its wings against a glass jar."You always were a gambling man, fool," I purred. My voice was a low, sandpaper rasp, vibrating with a wolf that had been denied its mate for too long. "But you’ve played a losing hand. You bet on a King who’s already rotting, and now the house is calling in your debt."Look at him. This is the man who raised her? This spineless heap of silk and cowardice sold the only light in this mountain for a handful of gold. My wolf wants
Last Updated: 2026-02-23
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTYJESSICA’S POVThe ritual chamber was no longer a room; it was a hungry throat. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of burning frankincense and something more primal—the smell of an impending storm. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, the stars hiding as if ashamed of what the moon was about to become.The handmaidens approached me with ceremonial bowls carved from human bone. Their fingers, cold and impersonal, began the final anointing. This wasn’t like the previous baths. The oil they used now was thick, viscous, and laced with crushed belladonna and "Moon-thistle." As it touched my skin, my vision blurred at the edges. Every nerve ending didn't just wake up; they began to scream.The oil felt like liquid fire. It was designed to turn my skin into a conductor, a raw wire that would allow Thorne to siphon the Sovereignty out of my marrow. Every brush of the handmaidens’ silk gloves felt like a serrated blade. Every breath of air that moved through the open rafters felt like a
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY NINEJESSICA’S POVThe Obsidian Bath had been a war of skin and shadows, but the ritual chamber was a stage.After Thorne had dragged me from the dark—his eyes wild with a mixture of Belladonna-haze and frustrated lust—he had handed me over to the handmaidens. Now, I stood in the center of the Spire’s highest peak. The air here was thinner, colder, and smelled of the incense they were burning to "purify" the space for the Blood Moon."Don't pull away, Jessica," Thorne’s voice echoed against the vaulted stone.He was standing behind me, watching my reflection in a massive, floor-to-ceiling obsidian mirror. Two handmaidens women with stitched lips and vacant eyes—were draping the white ritual gown over my shoulders.The fabric was a cruel joke. It was gossamer silk, so thin it was practically a second skin, designed to highlight every curve and every mark of the Triad-Bond. Under the flickering torchlight, I looked less like a Queen and more like a ghost already halfway to the underworld."
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY EIGHTRYDER’S POVThe iron shackles bitten into my wrists weren't the problem. I’d worn heavier chains in the pits of the North. The problem was the scent of Jessica faint, fading, and laced with the copper tang of fear drifting through the ventilation grates of my cell. It was driving me into a crazy state that no Null-magic could suppress."Keep your head down, mutt," the guard growled, slamming the butt of his pike into my kidneys.I stumbled, a dry groan escaping my throat, but I didn't fall. I couldn't. Under the sleeve of my shredded tunic, the small obsidian blade I’d palmed from the dining hall three nights ago pressed against my pulse. It was a sliver of glass, really, but in the hands of a man who had nothing left to lose, it was a god-slayer."You’re making a mistake," I rasped, my voice sounding like grinding gravel. "You should have killed me in the courtyard."The guard laughed, a hollow sound inside his silver helm. "The King wants you alive to watch him claim her. He says t
Last Updated: 2026-02-21
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