Five years ago, he was just Uncle Frank, the man who bought me ice creams and toys. Five years later, he returned dripping with a dark, suffocating masculinity, becoming the forbidden fruit I was desperate to taste. I may look like an innocent nineteen-year-old, but I can tell you actually I’m a bad girl at heart. I teased him relentlessly—bending over in front of him on purpose, parading around in nightgowns that barely covered my ass just to torture him. I watched his dark eyes shift from restraint to raw hunger, watching him teeter on the crumbling edge of his morality. “I can’t do this, Bella. You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he had groaned, his voice thick with torture. But the night I pushed open his bedroom door when he was masturbating, all his resistance shattered. Now, I won’t let him stop. Not even when my dad’s video call lights up the screen. Even as I smile innocently into the camera, pretending nothing is wrong, I need Frank to keep thrusting deep inside me.

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them. Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name. Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress. Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined. Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg. Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely. This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours. Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you. Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall; you’ll beg to be destroyed. Welcome to your new addiction.

Born under a red full moon, Isolde was cursed from the moment she was born. Her pack hated her. Her wolf was sealed. She grew up weak, powerless, and alone—treated as nothing more than a burden. Everything changed when she was dragged into Drogo’s world. A rogue Alpha feared by all. Cold, ruthless, and bound by a curse from the Moon Goddess for a sin he can never escape. What neither of them expected was fate’s cruel joke. Isolde looks exactly like the woman who ruined him—the one who condemned him to his curse. And trapped together, hatred, revenge, and desire collide, pulling them into a dangerous game where no one stays untouched. One is cursed. One is broken. And walking away is no longer an option.

“End her. Burn her body.” Those words slipped cruelly from the lips of my destined one—my mate. He stole my innocence, rejected me, stabbed me, and ordered my execution on our wedding night. I lost my wolf and was cast into a merciless world, left to endure the pain alone. But that night changed everything. One moment, I was the rightful heir of my pack. The next, I became a slave to the ruthless Lycan King—a man teetering on the edge of madness. Cold. Deadly. Unforgiving. His presence was hell incarnate. His name, a whispered terror. Yet he claimed I was his. His beast craved me. Unlike the mate I once believed in, he said, “No one may harm you or dispose of you without my explicit permission.” Now, trapped in his dominant world, I must survive the dark grasp of the King who holds my fate in his hands. But within this brutal reality lies something far more dangerous… A primal destiny neither of us can escape.

"Daddy, I need you deep inside. I’m so empty for you." His voice was soft, a sinful whisper that echoed in my ears. He unhooked his slender legs from my waist, spreading them wider to show me exactly what he offered. "Ever since you saved me, I’ve been aching for this. My body won't stop pulsing... begging for you to bury yourself in me." He breathed into my ear, sending a jolt of scorching heat straight down my spine. "Fuck," I growled, my head falling back in pleasure. His fingers grazed my chin, guiding me. I groaned as he pulled my head lower. My gaze locked onto the tightest, pinkest rim I’d ever seen in my goddamn life. I roared, clawing at the surface as raw heat consumed me. I slid down, burying my face between his open thighs. "Yes, Daddy. Claim me." He gasped, his nails digging sharp crescents into my biceps. I licked my lips, inhaling deeply. His slick, sweet scent filled my lungs, and I felt the rock-hard bulge in my pants straining to break free. "Daddy, eat me. Now." He shoved my head forward, pressing my tongue explicitly against his twitching heat. TOO HOT FOR DAYLIGHT. READ THIS AT NIGHT, LIGHTS OFF. CAUTION.⛔️⚠️‼️

Anika Valerion waited eighteen years for a wolf that never came. Rejected by the Moon Goddess and branded a "wolfless", the night meant to change her life became her greatest humiliation. Weak, unwanted, and powerless—that was all the world saw. Then betrayal strikes. Drugged and defenseless by her rival, Anika stumbles straight into the arms of the one man she was warned to fear above all else: Xander Mortain. The Cursed Heir. For twenty-seven years, Xander lived with a curse so deep no one could touch it—until the moment he scents her. In her, he finds the only thing that eases his agony. The only cure he has ever known. He doesn’t believe in fate. But he believes in possession. Now, Xander makes her an offer she can’t refuse. Her freedom… in exchange for her family’s survival. And once he claims her, walking away is no longer an option.

There were plenty of ways to celebrate her best friend marrying the man of her dreams. Sleeping with a stranger wasn’t supposed to be one of them—at least not in Laura’s plan. But plans change when temptation shows up in the form of a dangerously attractive, tattooed man. One night. No names. No strings. That’s Laura’s rule—and she never breaks it. Laura doesn’t do relationships. No dating. No attachments. One night only, always. Except this time, the stranger isn’t just a stranger. He turns out to be a close friend of Jack—her best friend’s new husband. He was at the wedding. He knows exactly who she is. And worse? He wants more than one night. What starts as a mistake quickly turns into a battle of control. He thinks he can charm her into giving in. She plans to beat him at his own game. In a clash of desire, pride, and power, only one of them will walk away on top. And Laura has no intention of losing.

I was ten when my stepdad became part of my family. He cared so much for me that he turned out to become my very best friend. I became more attached to him, even more than my mother. Everything changed when I turned eighteen. The love I had for him turned into something strange I couldn't control. I began to crave things I shouldn't get from him. For years, I craved to have him, but the forbidden relationship couldn't let me cross the line. I came home for a few weeks school break and found him more attractive. The first night back f, I woke to my mother’s moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the house. I shouldn’t have listened. I definitely shouldn’t have touched myself. But I ended up fingering myself while thinking of him devouring me. As forbidden as it was, I wished I was the one he was fucking. The next morning, my mother announced we were moving into my stepdad’s new house. After packing our stuff, only one seat was left in the car. So I ended up sitting on my stepdad's lap while my mom drove. In the backseat, while my mother focused on the road, strange movements were made, and I ended up crossing the line I've been holding for years. And after we arrived home, I was still NOT satisfied.