LOGIN40 forbidden stories. 40 powerful, ruthless men. 40 innocent or untouched women who will never be the same again. This isn’t sweet love. This isn’t gentle romance. This is raw, filthy, panty-soaking corruption. Watch as innocent girls get ruined on their stepbrother’s cock, spread wide on their doctor’s examination table, claimed by mafia kings, shared by three dominant men, fucked by their best friend’s father, and broken by men who know exactly how to turn good girls into dripping, begging sluts. From the shy virgin who walks in on her stepbrother stroking his huge cock… to the curious patient who lets her doctor do a very “thorough” exam… to the innocent girl sold to a billionaire who teaches her every dirty pleasure she never knew existed. These men don’t ask, they take, they corrupt, they ruin and their women? They learn to love every second of it. Warning: Extremely explicit. Extremely addictive. Your panties will be soaked. Your fingers will wander. Are you ready to get ruined?"
View MoreI scrambled up. He didn’t wait. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me, and marched me down the hall to the master bedroom—the bed I’d shared with Lincoln for two sexless years. Dominic shoved me onto it face-first. I landed on my hands and knees. He yanked my hips back so my ass was high, cunt on full display.“Present that married pussy.”I arched deeper, spreading my knees wider. Cool air hit my soaked folds. I felt him stare.Then his tongue was on me.A long, filthy lick from clit to asshole. I cried out. He growled against my cunt and did it again, slower, savoring. His hands spread my cheeks, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he ate me like a man possessed—tongue thrusting into my hole, lips sucking my clit, teeth grazing just enough to make me jump. He fucked me with his mouth until I was pushing back against his face, shameless, dripping onto the sheets.“Dominic—please—”He rose behind me. The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged my entrance.“You want this?” His voice was da
Dominic’s hand didn’t pull away. Instead those two thick fingers pressed forward, slow and deliberate, sinking into the wet heat of my cunt until the knuckles of his remaining fingers brushed my clit. A low, guttural sound tore from his chest. He stared down at where he was already inside me—his son’s wife, naked and dripping in the hallway—and the look on his face was pure possession.“Jesus Christ, Alessia.” His voice was gravel and smoke. “You’re soaked. Fucking dripping down my wrist.”I rolled my hips, forcing him deeper. “Because I’ve been empty for two years. Because every time you looked at me across the table I got wet. Because I want my husband’s father to ruin me.”Something snapped behind his eyes.His free hand shot up, fisted in my wet hair, and yanked my head back. His mouth crashed onto mine—not gentle, not tentative. A claiming kiss. Tongue shoving past my lips, tasting me like he’d been starving. I moaned into it, grinding harder on the two fingers he was now pumping
I shut the water off, dried myself with shaking hands, and reached for the only thing hanging on the hook—the short white bathrobe Lincoln had bought me as a wedding gift and never once asked me to wear. It barely covered the curve of my ass. The belt was thin. One tug and it would fall. I left my hair wet and dripping down my back. I didn’t bother with underwear. There was no point. The robe was already clinging to the damp heat between my legs.I opened the door.Dominic stood in the hallway, one hand braced against the wall, the other clenched at his side. His eyes dropped the second he saw me. They raked from my wet hair to the deep V of the robe where my tits nearly spilled out, down to the bare tops of my thighs, then lower—lingering on the place where the fabric stopped just short of flashing my cunt. He didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze was pure, unapologetic hunger. When he finally dragged it back to my face, his jaw was tight and his throat worked like he was swallowing s
I used to believe the highest form of loyalty a woman could offer was keeping her legs closed for any man who wasn’t her husband. That was my moral line. Solid. Unbreakable. I wore it like a wedding ring tighter than the one Lincoln slipped on my finger.Until the afternoon I walked into our bedroom and found the evidence that he’d never wanted me at all.Not the lipstick on a collar. Not a text from some anonymous number. A video. Playing on the laptop he’d left open like he wanted me to see it. Lincoln on his knees, mouth stretched around another man’s cock, eyes glassy with the kind of hunger he’d never once shown me. The date stamp was three days after our wedding. The moans were his. The words—“Fuck my throat, Daddy”—were his.I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw anything. I just sat on the edge of the bed we’d barely used and watched until the end, my cunt aching with a betrayal so deep it felt like a second pulse between my legs.Two years. Two fucking years of a marriage that exist
Lila stumbled back into the venue, rain-soaked and trembling. The thin yellow sundress clung to her curvy body like a second skin, outlining every heavy swell of her breasts and the flare of her wide hips. The vibrator inside her virgin pussy buzzed mercilessly, intensifying with every step she too
Lila woke up with a gasp, her body still humming from the shameful secret she had committed in the kitchen the night before. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but the pink vibrator hidden under her pillow felt like it was burning a hole through her thoughts.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve












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