LUSTFUL DESIRES { An er*tica collection}
TRIGGER WARNING:
THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY ER*T*CA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SE*UAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.
BLURB:
Explicit Content
Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
This dark romance collection contains extremely graphic sexual content, including intense BDSM, power exchange, rough s*x, degradation mixed with praise, orgasm control, impact play, breeding kink, and explicit M/F/M threesomes with MM action.
It features significant age gap relationships , total power exchange, consensual non-consent (CNC) roleplay, and other taboo elements. The characters explore dark, filthy, and emotionally intense dynamics that some readers may find disturbing or offensive.
If you are easily triggered by raw, explicit, morally gray, or extreme sexual content — this collection is not for you.
For those who crave scorching hot, unapologetic erotica with deep romance, intense kink, and raw passion… welcome to LUSTFUL DESIRES.
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“Ride it while you recite your rules,” he said, voice rough.
Lena lowered herself onto the thick toy, breathing loudly as it stretched her.
“No panties… when I’m with you…” she gasped, rolling her hips.
Marcus stood in front of her, slowly stroking himself. “Louder.”
“No panties… daily texts… no coming without permission…” She was doing herself harder now, tears of frustration and pleasure running down her face. “I belong to you, Sir. My pleasure is yours.”
“That’s my girl.”
He finally pulled her off the t*y, bent her over again, and slammed his little one into her in one brutal thrust.
“Arghh!” Lena screamed.
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Chapter: F$CKED BY THE HOCKEY TEAMThe drug had taken full control.My body was on fire. My skin felt too tight. My pussy was throbbing so badly I could barely think straight. Every brush of fabric against my nipples or thighs made me want to moan out loud. I was dripping down my thighs, my legs shaky, my mind foggy with desperate need.Adrian’s hand was firm on my waist as he led me through the crowded party. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him instead.“Where are we going?” I gasped, my voice breathy and weak.“Somewhere private,” he said, his voice low and dark. “The team’s been waiting for you, princess.”He pushed open a door at the end of the hallway. The private room was dimly lit, luxurious, with a large bed in the center and leather couches along the walls. The rest of the hockey team — all five of them — were already inside, waiting.They turned when we entered, eyes lighting up with hunger.Isabella and Chloe were nowhere to be seen. They were probably drunk somewhere in the main par
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: F$CKED BY THE HOCKEY TEAMI had spent the entire week telling myself I wasn’t going to Adrian’s stupid victory party. I had sworn to Isabella and Chloe that I would rather eat my own designer bag than let those sweaty hockey idiots think they could touch me.But by Saturday evening, my pride — and that annoying, traitorous ache between my legs had other plans.I was in my massive walk-in closet, surrounded by racks of clothes “You’re actually going, aren’t you?” Isabella said, flopping onto my velvet chaise lounge.Chloe was already raiding my makeup collection. “Of course she is. Sophia Laurent doesn’t back down from a challenge. Especially not from a bunch of boys who think they can handle her.”I stood in front of the mirror in a tiny black dress that hugged every curve, turning to check my ass.“Obviously I’m going,” I said, flipping my hair. “But not because I’m interested in those cavemen. I’m going to show up, look hotter than all of them combined, and make Adrian Voss regret ever opening his stupid
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: F$CKED BY THE HOCKEY TEAM..The rumor spread like wildfire through Eastview High by Monday morning.By the time I walked into school with Isabella and Chloe flanking me like always, everyone was whispering. Heads turned. Phones were out. Students were staring at me like I was the main character in some trashy reality show they couldn’t stop watching.🗣️“Did you hear? Adrian Voss dared Sophia Laurent to come to the victory party…”🗣️“They say the whole team is in on it…”🗣️“She’s going to get destroyed…”I kept my head high, walking like I owned the hallway, because I did. My designer bag swung on my arm, my heels clicked with every step, and my expression was pure ice. Inside, though, I was fuming. How dare those sweaty, brainless jocks think they could talk about me like that?Isabella leaned in, whispering furiously. “Sophia, you can’t seriously be thinking about going. They’re all animals. Especially Adrian. He’s probably been planning this for weeks like the desperate loser he is.”Chloe nodded qui
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: BOOK 16: F$CKED BY THE HOCKEY TEAM"SOPHIA'S POV"The Trio ruled Eastview High like it was our personal kingdom.And I — Sophia Laurent — was the undisputed queen of it all.We were the richest, the hottest, and the most untouchable girls in school. I, Isabella, and Chloe. We walked the halls like goddesses who had accidentally descended to earth, because let’s be honest — we basically had. Designer bags that cost more than some teachers’ yearly salary, luxury cars that made the parking lot look like a fashion show, and attitudes so sharp they could cut glass. Everyone wanted to be us. Everyone feared us.Especially the low class girls.Ohh, I shouldn't miss this "The hockey team" who sees us as being beneath them.The hockey team was loud, sweaty, and obnoxiously full of themselves after winning the regional championship. They strutted around like they owned the school, high-fiving each other and flexing in the hallways like a pack of overgrown puppies.phew!----I was in the middle of the cafeteria, legs crossed ele
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: MY MOTHER'S BEST FRIEND WANTS ME TO F$CK HER----The days blurred together in a haze of raw, filthy sex.Amelia had completely taken over. She walked around the house in nothing but that sheer transparent gown or completely naked, teasing me constantly. She’d bend over in the kitchen while making coffee, letting the gown ride up to show her bare ass and dripping pussy. She’d sit on my lap during “movie nights,” grinding slowly on my cock while pretending to watch the screen.And every night, she used me until I couldn’t think straight.That particular night, she was insatiable.She pushed me onto my back on her bed and straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth.“Eat Mommy’s cunt, baby,” she moaned, grinding against my tongue. “Make me cum before you fuck me.”I devoured her eagerly, sucking on her clit and pushing my tongue deep inside her while she rode my face. Her moans filled the room as she used me like her personal fuckboy.When she came, she flooded my mouth, shaking and cursing softly.Then she slid down m
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: MY MOTHER'S BEST FRIEND WANTS ME TO F$CK HER HARD . . Mum was gone. The entire place belonged to us now — no one to interrupt, no one to hide from. I was in my room, trying (and failing) to focus on a movie, when I heard soft footsteps in the hallway. Amelia appeared in my doorway like a vision straight out of a wet dream. She wore nothing but a very sheer, transparent white gown that clung to her body like liquid silk. The fabric was so thin it was almost see-through — her full, heavy breasts were clearly visible, dark nipples hard and begging for attention. The gown barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement revealed the smooth skin of her hips and the shadow between her legs. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand trailing lazily down her side. “Like what you see, baby?” she purred, her voice low and seductive. I sat up slowly, my cock already hardening at the sight of her. “Amelia… fuck. You’re going to kill me.” She smiled and stepped into the room, the transparent gown flowing around her curves as she moved. Sh
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Love, signed in the City.
Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting.
Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line.
It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.”
Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away.
He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements.
He hadn’t even opened the attachments.
Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow.
His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only.
A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her.
She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here.
But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance.
But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought:
She’s the one I’m going to ask.
And hell help them both when she says yes.
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Chapter: Chapter 19 Alexander had said “somewhere,” and he’d meant it literally. No gala lights. No red carpet. No cameras. Just a black SUV leaving the city at dawn, heading north on the Hudson Valley roads while the sky was still bruised purple and pink. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat—jeans, soft sweater, hair in a loose braid, thermos of coffee between them. Alexander drove. No driver today. No security detail. Just them. She watched the skyline shrink in the side mirror until it disappeared behind trees and rolling hills. “Where are we going?” she asked for the third time. He glanced at her. Small smile tugging at his mouth—the one she was starting to recognize as real. “You’ll see.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t push. The quiet felt good. No agenda. No performance. They drove for almost two hours. Past small towns, farms, the river glinting on their left. He turned off the highway onto a narrow road lined with maples, leaves just starting to turn gold and red. Finally, he pulled into a
Last Updated: 2026-02-07
Chapter: Chapter 18Alexander had said “somewhere,” and he’d meant it literally.No gala lights. No red carpet. No cameras.Just a black SUV leaving the city at dawn, heading north on the Hudson Valley roads while the sky was still bruised purple and pink.Evelyn sat in the passenger seat—jeans, soft sweater, hair in a loose braid, thermos of coffee between them. Alexander drove. No driver today. No security detail. Just them.She watched the skyline shrink in the side mirror until it disappeared behind trees and rolling hills.“Where are we going?” she asked for the third time.He glanced at her. Small smile tugging at his mouth—the one she was starting to recognize as real.“You’ll see.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t push. The quiet felt good. No agenda. No performance.They drove for almost two hours. Past small towns, farms, the river glinting on their left. He turned off the highway onto a narrow road lined with maples, leaves just starting to turn gold and red.Finally, he pulled into a gravel dri
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 17She reached up. Touched his jaw. The same way he’d touched hers during the photos. Slow. Deliberate.He didn’t pull away.“I’m not asking for forever,” she whispered. “I’m asking you to stop acting like we’re already over.”His hand came up. Covered hers on his face.Held it there.“I’m trying to protect you,” he said. “From me.”She searched his eyes.“I don’t need protection from you.”His thumb brushed her wrist. Pulse jumping under his touch.“You should.”She stepped closer. Chest to chest.“Then why did you hold my knee under the table?”His gaze dropped to her mouth.“Because I couldn’t not touch you.”She rose on her toes.He met her halfway.The kiss was slow this time. Not desperate like the car. Not performative.Real.Soft.His hands slid to her waist. Pulled her flush against him.She wrapped her arms around his neck.He backed her gently against the island.Lifted her onto it.She gasped into his mouth.He stepped between her legs. Hands on her thighs. Pushing the sweate
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Chapter 16Sunday brunch with his mother had always been a battlefield disguised as a meal. Alexander stared at his reflection in the master bathroom mirror, adjusting the collar of his charcoal button-down. No tie today, casual for her standards, but still sharp enough to remind everyone who he was. Evelyn was in the walk-in closet, choosing something from the rack Simone had left behind. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional sigh. He hadn’t touched her since the gala night. Not once. After the car kiss, after carrying her to bed, after everything they’d both pulled back. Silent agreement. Rebuilding walls that had cracked too wide. He told himself it was smart. Necessary. He told himself he wasn’t running. The door opened behind him. Evelyn stepped out in a soft cream sweater dress—simple, elegant, knee-length, with long sleeves and a modest neckline. Her hair was loose, waves framing her face. Minimal makeup. Gold hoops. She looked like herself. Not the
Last Updated: 2026-01-19
Chapter: Chapter 15 The penthouse bedroom smelled like rain-soaked city air, expensive cologne, and the faint trace of gold shimmer from her dress still clinging to the sheets. Evelyn woke slowly, body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes after too much adrenaline and too little sleep. Sunlight sliced through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across Alexander’s bare back. He was still asleep. She stared at the line of his spine, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint red marks her nails had left on his shoulders last night. Last night. The gala. The kiss in the car. The elevator ride up. The way he’d carried her to bed like she weighed nothing. She swallowed. Carefully, she slipped out from under the covers, found his discarded black T-shirt on the floor, and pulled it over her head. It fell to mid-thigh—too big, too warm, too much like claiming something she wasn’t sure she had the right to claim. She padded barefoot to the kitchen. Coffee. She needed coffee. The
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: chapter 14The gala was held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art—black-tie, old money, the kind of event where people came to be seen more than to see the art.Alexander had attended dozens of these. He knew the script: arrive at 8:00 sharp, pose for photos on the red carpet, smile like you mean it, shake hands with the right people, leave before midnight.Tonight felt different.Because Evelyn was on his arm.She stepped out of the elevator at 7:45 wearing the gold dress. The fabric caught every light in the foyer like liquid sunlight. The slit flashed with each step. Her hair fell in loose waves. Makeup soft but striking—smoky eyes, nude lip, gold earrings that matched the dress.She looked like she belonged in this world.She looked like she could ruin him.He waited by the private elevator doors, tuxedo black and tailored, no tie, top button undone. Standard for him. Controlled. Unapproachable.When she approached, he offered his arm without a word.She took it.Her fingers were cool against h
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss
{Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss}....
When timid but strong-willed Emery finds herself trapped in a financial storm, she agrees to an outrageous deal:
A contractual marriage with her infuriatingly arrogant boss, Damien.
He’s cold, calculating, and breathtakingly powerful. She’s everything he never wanted in a wife gentle, emotional, and stubbornly innocent.
What starts as a paper-signed arrangement soon sparks with stolen glances, late-night arguments, and a dangerous chemistry neither can ignore. But in a marriage built on conditions, what happens when feelings break the rules?
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When an unwanted guest come in?
When the mother is against them?
And when Damien’s dark past threatens to ruin everything, will Emery walk away, or will she fight for the man who swore he’d never love?✨
A tale of passion, betrayal, and a love too powerful to stay hidden.....
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Chapter: Chapter 2. The DecisionI didn’t answer immediately.Richard watched me with the patience of a man who already knew the outcome.My mind wasn’t in his office anymore.It was at home.In that house.That prison.My stepmother’s sharp voice.My stepsister’s mocking laughter.The small store room I slept in despite being the one who paid most of the bills.If you lose this job, don’t come back here.Her words echoed loudly in my head.For years, I had endured it quietly, telling myself that one day, I would leave that house with dignity.Not chased out.Not insulted out.But walking out proudly.And now…That chance was sitting right in front of me.Dressed in an expensive suit.Offering me a contract instead of pity.I wiped my tears quickly and looked at Richard.“If I agree… I have conditions.”One of his brows lifted slightly.“Go on.”“I don’t want to feel like a charity case. I want this written clearly as a business agreement. I want my own room in your house. My own privacy. And after one year, you don’
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
Chapter: BOOK TWO: Bound by Contract, Claimed by the Billionaire“You’re fired.”“You have two options, Scarlet,” Richard said calmly.“Walk out of this office unemployed…”“…or walk out as my wife.”******Those were the first words my billionaire boss ever said to me.And the next words changed my life forever.“Unless you agree to marry me.”*******When a desperate mistake at work costs her everything, she expects to be fired by the ruthless CEO everyone fears.Instead, he offers her a contract."Marry me for one year."No emotions. No questions. No love.Just a signature that will save her job, her family from debt, and her reputation.He needs a wife to secure a powerful political–business alliance that will determine the future of his empire.It’s strictly business. Strictly contractual. Strictly no feelings.Until possession, jealousy, and forbidden attraction begin to break every clause they signed.And when the alliance is threatened, Scarlet realizes she was never just a convenient bride…She was a pawn in a dangerous game between powerf
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
Chapter: Chapter 50 - Finale🥹Adrian gasped. “There’s a league?”Damian tapped his nose. “Secret one.”Emery laughed, the sound warm and bright, surprising even herself. Damian looked at her then really looked—and something eased in his chest.She was smiling again.Not the tired, forced one from the past.A real one.And he knew he would spend the rest of his life protecting that smile.“Mom!”Ethan’s voice approached from behind them.Ethan and Patricia walked toward the picnic blanket, carrying extra fruit and drinks. Patricia’s eyes softened the moment they landed on Emery.“You look peaceful today,” her mother said.“I feel peaceful,” Emery admitted quietly.Patricia squeezed her hand with the kind of apology only a mother could give—no words, but years of regret, guilt, and love pressing into a single touch.Ethan plopped down beside Adrian.“Want me to show you how REAL h
Last Updated: 2026-02-28
Chapter: Chapter 49The mansion doors burst open.Uniformed officers stormed in, followed by two detectives. Their flashlights slashed through the dim hallway like blades.Clara froze at the doorway, her hair wild, makeup streaked, eyes darting like a trapped animal.Owen stood behind her, pale as chalk—hands trembling, sweat dripping down his forehead.Emery instinctively stepped backward, breath catching in her throat.Clara’s gaze locked on her instantly.“You,” she hissed.Damian surged forward.“Stay away from her.”Clara laughed — a high, broken, hysterical sound.“Oh, look. The loving husband. The knight. How pathetic.”Damian’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t react.He positioned himself protectively in front of Emery.Gabriel moved to her side, steady and quietly watchful.The lead detective lifted a file.“Clara Bennett. Dr. Owen . You are both under a
Last Updated: 2026-02-28
Chapter: Chapter 48Evening,The car was silent on the way.Too silent.Emery glanced at Gabriel once or twice.“Are you okay?” she asked.He forced a smile.“Fine. Just work.”But his fingers tapped against the steering wheel — nervous.His jaw was tense — deliberate.Something felt off.But she pushed it aside.Until the car slowed… and Emery looked out the window…Her breath left her body.Because she knew this road.She knew that curve.She knew that black iron gate.Damian Cole’s mansion.She shot up in her seat.“Gabriel—why are we here?”He parked.Killed the engine.Then turned to her, eyes slightly pained.“Because you deserve answers, Emery.”A beat.“And because you deserve peace.”Her heart pounded.“No. No, Gabriel, take me home. Please…”
Last Updated: 2026-02-27
Chapter: Chapter 47The hospital was too quiet. Gabriel lay still, his arm stitched and wrapped, a thin line of blood staining the gauze. Emery sat beside him, eyes red and sleepless. She hadn’t said a word since the fight. Every time she tried, her throat closed up because it wasn’t just fear anymore. It was guilt. “You shouldn’t have come,” Gabriel said, voice rough. Emery blinked. “You really think I’d sit back and wait to hear you were dead?” “It was a trap,” he muttered. “They wanted to draw you out.” “And you think I care about that?” she snapped. “I care that you almost got yourself killed!” He sighed, turning his face toward the ceiling. “Clara knows how to use people. She’s not doing this alone.” Her pulse jumped. “Then who is she doing it with?” He hesitated, eyes flicking toward her. “Dr. Owen.” Emery froze. “…Owen?”
Last Updated: 2026-02-26
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