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His tongue was still on her when she realized—she’d left the door unlocked. But it was too late now. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, her back arched off the desk, and his name—a name she was never supposed to moan—was already echoing off the office walls. He was older. Dangerous. Married. And he tasted like every bad decision she swore she'd never make again. “You’re playing with fire,” he growled, lips brushing the heat between her thighs. She smiled through the tremble. “Then burn me.Daddy” And just when she shattered—body, breath, soul— The handle turned. And his wife walked in. Step into a world where passion knows no bounds. This book involves explicit sexual content, BDSM, Reverse Harem, public s*x and more. Whether you crave the sweet ache of new love or the exhilarating sting of forbidden passion, one thing is certain. you'll be needing a therapist after this book. REMEMBER TO ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY

18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes. From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of er*tic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy. Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot. You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

I came to Hawaii chasing sun, surf, and freedom. Instead, I woke up drugged, locked in a cage, and halfway across the world. They said I was payment for a debt I never owed. They called me a gift for Valiente Cárdenas, Mexico’s most ruthless cartel king. He never asked for me. He didn’t want me. But the moment I fought back, I caught his dangerous attention… and sealed my fate. I should be plotting escape every second his gaze burns into me. Yet every time he calls me “Little Red,” my body betrays me. The most terrifying truth? Part of me is already forgetting why I ever wanted to run. “Why do you always call me that?” I whispered. He grinned, fingers twisting in my soft curls. “Because you turn bright red every time you hear the word ‘fuck.’” ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧✧✧✧₊⁺⋆☽ ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a dark romance with extreme, explicit, and disturbing content. It explores intense power imbalances, obsession, and taboo fantasies. It is not a representation of healthy relationships or real-life consent. The story contains or leads into: * Abduction/kidnapping. * Prolonged captivity and imprisonment. * Psychological manipulation and gaslighting. * Extreme dominance and submission. * Bondage and restraint (ropes, chains, collars, leashes) * Impact play (spanking, flogging, whipping) * Forced voyeurism via mirrors. * Orgasm control/denial/edging. * Rough and graphic sexual content (including oral, anal, and more) * Trauma, fear, helplessness. * Obsessive/possessive behavior. * Revenge-driven hatred. * Family betrayal, and mild paranormal elements (ghostly whispers and apparitions). This is fiction for adults who enjoy dark, taboo fantasies. Real-life BDSM requires safe, sane, consensual practices with safewords and aftercare—none of which are consistently present here. If any of these themes are triggering, please skip this book. Your mental health comes first. xoxo, SarahBlythe 🖤

Blurb: 18+ Explicit Content. Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content Warnings: This collection contains strong adult content, including sex, complicated relationships, cheating, power issues, and very intense emotional moments. If dark or controversial topics make you uncomfortable, this book is not for you. Some desires are better left unspoken. One careless moment can push you past the point of no return. And sometimes those desires get completely out of control. Craving Lust: A Spicy Romance Collection brings you raw, steamy stories filled with forbidden lust. From secret touches with her stepfather’s business partner to an artist painting his obsession, these stories dive into the darkest sides of desire. A housekeeper makes a sinful deal with her ex’s father. Rival writers turn their hate into dirty dares. A priest’s vows are tested by a woman’s confessions. And a woman out for revenge ends up falling for the man she wanted to destroy. This is where your secret cravings come to life. The ones that turn you on and leave you wanting more. Rules get broken. Boundaries disappear. Every touch feels like temptation. Nothing is off limits here.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Don't read this in public, unless you're the naughty type who likes getting caught. Steamy Cravings: Wild & Forbidden is not your average romance collection. There are no slow burns here, no sweet first kisses, no taking it slow, and definitely no happily-ever-afters waiting neatly at the end. What you will find here are dark desires, forbidden hungers, and a burning want that makes you forget your own name. These stories were written for the women who crave someone forbidden, the ones who read with their door locked and their hands between their thighs. You've been warned. Now turn the page, only if you dare, princess.

BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.