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Lucy, a twenty year old college girl who is completely obsessed with cock and nonstop sex, never expected her single mom to bring home the perfect man. Ethan is in his late thirties, ripped from years of construction work, hung like a horse, and naturally dominant. After she reluctantly accepts the marriage, Lucy turns into a total seductress. She starts wearing the skimpiest outfits and teasing him without mercy. When her mom leaves town for a business trip, one dripping wet encounter leads to Lucy blackmailing Ethan into raw forbidden fucking. Their secret affair quickly explodes into daily risky creampies all over the house. But everything changes when Mom, Sarah, comes home early and catches them right in the middle of a hard fuck.

“Beg properly,” he growled.

“Please, Daddy,” I cried, voice breaking. “Please fuck your little brat’s tight pussy. I’ve been so bad—punish me with your cock. Stretch me open and fill me up. I’ll be good, I promise—just please fuck me hard.”

At home, where secret desires burn hot, WET FOR DADDY brings you a hot collection of forbidden stories. Young stepdaughters grow up under the strong gaze of their powerful stepdaddies. Soon, care turns into raw hunger and wild need.

From the busy boss who takes his naughty stepdaughter on his big desk, to the tough rancher who shows his curious girl how to ride more than horses — these tales dive deep into naughty, throbbing lust.

Every soft “good girl,” every firm hand, and every secret night touch leads to explosive pleasure that breaks all the rules.

Steamy, bold, and deliciously wrong, this book gives you pure taboo fun that will leave you wet, breathless, and wanting more. Give in to your darkest stepdaddy dreams — no shame, just hot, dripping fantasy.

The first thing they took was my baby.

The second was my parents.

The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.

My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.

He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.

But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.

I tried to die. Four times.

Now I’m done trying.

They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.

I boarded The Elysium, thinking it was just another job.

A luxury cruise ship. A floating paradise for the world’s elite.

Private. Untouchable. Unregulated.

I was wrong.

Within hours, I was accused of a murder I didn’t commit.

And on The Elysium, innocence is not something you prove.

It’s something you lose.

That’s when I met him.

Silas Voss.

They call him the Sovereign of the ship.

He didn’t ask if I was guilty.

He asked how much I was worth.

I was given a choice:

Death… or a ninety-day contract under his control.

His physician.
His property.
His possession.

I signed it.

Because I had no other way to survive.

I told myself I could endure him.

I told myself I could outsmart him.

But The Elysium doesn’t break people through violence alone.

It breaks them through permission.

And Silas Voss never takes what he can’t make you agree to give.

Every attempt I made to escape only brought me closer to him.

Every rule I broke only made him calmer.

More patient.

More interested.

Until I realized something I never should have felt in a place like this—

Fear wasn’t the worst part anymore.

And what he was turning me into… might be worse than what he did to me.

⚠MATURE READERS ONLY⚠ DARK ROMANCE | MORALLY GREY HERO | OBSESSION | FORCED PROXIMITY ⚠

The first thing he said to me was, "Do you know how to suck cock?"

I was his new nurse. He was a mafia heir doing time.

They told me to run. I stayed. Because I had nothing left to lose.

Now I live in his cell. Sleep in his bed. Patch up his wounds while he whispers exactly what he wants to do to me.

He says I belong to him. His property. His toy.

But when five inmates corner me in the laundry room, he kills them all. Breaks their bones with his bare hands. Then stumbles back to me bleeding and whispers, "Are you hurt?"

That’s when I stopped being afraid.

That’s when I knew I was already his.

Problem is — there's another man on this island. A cop who wants me to betray him.

If I say yes, I save myself.
If I say no, I might finally get the love I never had.

But here? Love gets you killed.

I was supposed to marry a monster.
Instead, I fell for two of them.
When a brutal attack left me covered in blood and questioning everything, the only people I can trust are the twin bodyguards assigned to keep me alive.
One is all cold stares, and quiet threats.
The other smiles while promising violence.
Both are dangerous.
Both are forbidden.
As my arranged marriage turns deadly and a war for the city begins, I discover something more dangerous than falling in love.
I was never meant to be a princess.
I was meant to be the King.
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Leon kept my attention fractured, his mouth moving between my lips, throat, chest, every kiss slow and consuming.
Luca planted another kiss against the inside of my thigh while his hands held my legs apart.
The contrast between the brothers was unbearable.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Luca murmured.
Leon laughed before dragging his mouth lower across my chest.
“You should taste her, brother, she tastes like heaven.”
The sound that left Luca almost resembled amusement.
“Please,” I breathed.
Leon laughed again. “That desperate already, princess?”
“Yes,” I admitted, which only made both brothers look dangerously pleased with themselves.
Luca’s eyes lifted briefly toward mine, before he finally gave me what I wanted.
The first drag of his tongue made my entire body jerk against the mattress.
Leon groaned as his mouth moved across my chest, while Luca continued devastating me with impossible patience.
Luca tasted me slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world.
Leon bit my nipple again as Luca’s tongue slid over my clit in another slow, unbearable stroke, my back arched hard enough that Leon had to catch me against his chest.
“That’s it,” Leon murmured approvingly. “Good girl.”

I watched in frozen horror as my new roommate—my brother’s brutally hot best friend—read aloud the filthy, explicit fantasies I had secretly written about him.

“I dream about Kai pinning me against the wall, his hands sliding up my thighs while he whispers that I am his...” His deep, rough voice filled my bedroom, reading the exact words I had poured my heart into.

I lunged forward, desperately trying to snatch the journal back. My body pressed against his bare chest, smelling of fresh soap and raw male heat, but he held it high, easily dodging my frenetic reaches. He was reading the detailed fantasies of him taking my virginity. Bending me over the couch in the common room, making me moan his name.

“Kai, please give it back,” I begged, tears of pure embarrassment stinging my eyes.

Silence crashed down between us, thick and heavy. He finally closed the journal, but instead of handing it back, he stepped closer, backing me against the wall. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. One hand came up beside my head, caging me in.

“You're a bad girl, Allison,” he murmured, his voice dangerously seductive. His dark, stormy gray eyes dropped to my lips. “Writing all these filthy things about me. Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I have a girlfriend,” he whispered, his jaw clenching. “And your brother—my best friend—would actually kill me if he found out. You have to stay a good girl for me, Allison.”

His words said restraint, but the hunger flickering in his eyes told a completely different story.

How long can he actually resist the very fantasies he just read?

He was my boss and then my downfall. I gave Alan Wood five years of my life. Five years of taking his calls, running his empire, and putting up with his cold orders and smug smirks.And one night? I almost gave him a hell of a lot more.Now I’m locked in a twisted deal I never saw coming.I don’t know what’s worse, his secrets, his control, or how badly I still want him.

When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend’s cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne’s but Edric’s.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne’s. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child’s life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she ‘should’ be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

Mom left for a business trip, leaving me alone with my stepfather Johan for the entire World Cup season. He's a former national team player—strong, gentle, and dangerously affectionate.

"Come here, baby. Scoot a little closer," he whispers, patting the sofa beside his bare chest.

His hands land on my thighs during every match. His lips brush my forehead after every goal. He pulls me into his arms, calling it fatherly care.

"Want to lean on Daddy and rest for a bit?"

But the heat of his touch, the way his eyes linger on my collarbone, the electricity I feel when our bodies press together—this isn't how fathers treat daughters.

I know it's wrong. I keep reminding myself he's my stepfather. But every night on that sofa, something between us quietly shifts. And the scariest part? I don't want it to stop.

When the Contract Expires

Three years of a contract marriage, and I told myself I never fell for him.

Then came the night I packed my bags — and realized my clothes only took up one small corner of the closet, yet I could recite every dish he loved better than my own birthday.

Ethan Thorne. The youngest self-made legend on Wall Street. Our marriage was written into a contract — three years, then a clean break.

Three years are up.

I found out he was back in Manhattan through a financial news alert. I cancelled every plan I had, spent an entire afternoon in the kitchen cooking everything he liked — and what I got in return was a photo my best friend sent from across town. Ethan, sitting in the middle of a crowd, laughing like he owned the room, a woman with long hair settled across his lap, his hand resting on her waist.

I told myself I could walk away without looking back.

Then he pushed open the bedroom door — and every resolution I had started to crack. Not because I still loved him. But because his first words weren't an apology, weren't an explanation —

"Clara, don't forget what you are to me."

I hated how certain he sounded when he said it. Hated that he knew every inch of how my body responded to him. Hated that the next morning he walked out and slammed the door without once turning around.

What I hated most was what I heard afterward: that when his family was choosing a candidate, there were plenty of names on that list — and Ethan was the one who asked for mine.

He never explained himself. Never tried to keep me. Yet the moment the word divorce left my mouth, something shifted in his face — dark, and heavy, like the air before a storm —

"If there's a divorce, it happens when I decide to let you go. No one else gets to call that."

Ethan, what is it that you actually want?

The contract is up. All I want is out.

But some people — you think they're just a signature on a page.

Turns out they're the thing you can't walk away from for the rest of your life.

Ashley Carter never imagined her wedding day would end with her being kidnapped by a total stranger. Even more confusing? The man who took her, Charles Blackwood, claims she's his bride. But Ashley has never seen him before in her life.

Charles, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is used to getting what he wants—and now, he wants Ashley. Though she doesn't remember him, he's determined to make her his, body and soul. He showers her with relentless affection and overwhelming desire, leaving her no room to escape his grasp.

Ashley tries to resist his overbearing charm, but Charles is persistent. Every touch, every kiss, pulls her deeper into a world of passion and obsession. She may not know who he is, but he's about to make sure she never forgets him again.

But can love truly grow from such a twisted beginning? Or is she just a pawn in his dangerous game of desire?

Amelia is tired of being invisible. Her wealthy mom is the world’s best neurosurgeon, saving lives daily but never there for her own daughter. Everything changes the night Amelia walks into the college hockey locker room and sees Coach Derek Finn completely naked — tall, ripped, and insanely hot.
One lonely, drunken night, the rules burn down. Derek pins her down, spreads her wide, and fucks her tight, dripping pussy so deep and hard she screams his name until morning.
But reality hits hard. Derek falls for her mom and becomes her new stepfather. Now the dominant older man who knows exactly how to make her wet is living under the same roof. Stolen touches in the hallway and risky quickies keep the fire burning. Until Derek’s ruthless son Roland catches them on camera and starts a sick blackmail game.
Can Amelia keep her stepdad in her bed, or will a dark family secret destroy everything?

I was drugged by my stepmother and betrayed by my boyfriend.
When I woke up in a stranger's bed, I realized I had been set up - used, humiliated, discarded.
The worst part? That cold, dangerous man... was my stepsister's fiancé.
I tried to run. I tried to disappear. But fate had other plans - I was pregnant. With his child.
Theodore Sterling - rich, ruthless, and utterly untouchable - offered me marriage.
"Congratulations," he sneered. "You finally got what you wanted - me."
So I became his wife. The scandal. The shame of the Reynolds family. The woman everyone hated.
He said he didn't want me.
But he never let me go.
I said I hated him.
But I couldn't stop falling.
This isn't just a forced marriage.
It's revenge, obsession, and a love I never saw coming.

“Oh yes, more. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I arch my body, reaching the height of intimacy—until a sharp gunshot snuffs out all pleasure. This is how I die in Vito’s arms at twenty-three, four years from now.
Reborn at nineteen, I have one goal: save money, escape to Switzerland, and never cross his path again.
Yet fate traps me once more in his bed. I surrender, trying to set boundaries. “Don’t worry, Don. I have a fiancé. I won’t bother you.”
But this life, Vito is crueler and far more possessive. He invades my life, locking me up and taking away all my freedom.
I attempt another escape, only to be hunted down and dragged back. Shattered and enraged, I shout at him, “Don—no, Vito. You’re a monster.”
Onlookers stare in shock as the fearsome mafia king drops to his knees, begging humbly for me.
“Aria, marry me. Please.”
“My little bird… let’s have a baby. Please.”
He strikes a deal with me: three years. If I never fall in love with him by then, he’ll send me to Switzerland and leave me alone forever.
Still, as he touches me gently, a chilling fear consumes me: Will I end up dying in his bed all over again?

Rina Blakely was raised to believe money could solve anything. Born into an upper-middle-class family, she had every opportunity life could offer—until the night her parents died and the man she was engaged to showed his true colors.
Controlling. Violent. Obsessed.
The night he tried to kill her, Rina disappeared.
With nothing but the clothes on her back and a fake name, she flees halfway across the country, landing in the unforgiving deserts of New Mexico. Broke and desperate, she takes a job dancing at the Devil’s Den, a notorious strip club where cash is king and questions aren’t asked.
She swears she’ll leave the moment she saves enough money.
Then Max Torres walks through the door.
As the ruthless president of the Sons of Doom Motorcycle Club, Max has spent years building a brotherhood feared across the Southwest. He doesn’t mix business with women, and he definitely doesn’t get involved with strippers.
Until Rina.
The beautiful dancer with haunted eyes is hiding something, and every instinct tells Max she’s in danger. When the man hunting her finally tracks her down, he’ll discover one brutal truth.
Rina Blakely may have run from one monster…
But now she’s under the protection of an even more dangerous one.

Ava Rosetti was supposed to marry the mafia prince her father chose for her.

Instead, minutes before the vows, she overhears the truth. Nico Varra does not want a wife. He wants ownership, power, and the final key to a secret Ava’s dead mother hid years ago.

So Ava runs.

Barefoot, terrified, and still wearing her wedding dress, she throws herself onto the back of a stranger’s motorcycle and begs him to drive.

But her savior is no ordinary stranger.

Knox “King” Maddox is the feared president of the Devil’s Crown MC. Dangerous, ruthless, and powerful enough to start a war by claiming her, Knox says he can protect Ava from Nico.

But Knox has secrets of his own.

As Ava is pulled deeper into the world of biker kings, mafia lies, and buried betrayals, she discovers her mother left behind a ledger powerful enough to destroy them all. Nico wants it. Knox needs it. And a rival MC president will do anything to control it.

Caught between the mafia groom who calls her his bride and the biker king who claims he can keep her safe, Ava must uncover the truth before every powerful man in her world turns her into a weapon.

Knox may be her only protection.

But Ava is about to learn that protection can still be a cage.

And this runaway bride is done being owned.

BLURB!🔥

Elena Brooks didn’t sell her soul for money.
She sold it for her sister’s life.
When cold-hearted billionaire Alessandro Rossi offers her a way out of insurmountable debt — one year as his contract wife — she has no choice but to sign. One bed. Brutal rules. Total surrender. In exchange: five million dollars and protection from the enemies her father betrayed.
But Sandro Rossi is no ordinary billionaire.
He is the ruthless Don of the Rossi Syndicate — a man who takes what he wants and destroys what he can’t control.
Now trapped in his opulent penthouse, Elena finds herself at the mercy of a predator. Every lingering stare makes her pulse race. Every deliberate touch sets her skin on fire. Every whispered command strips away another piece of her resistance. The more she fights his dominance, the more shamefully she craves it.
As dangerous rivals close in and deadly secrets rise from the past, Elena realizes the real threat isn’t the contract.
It’s the monster who’s slowly claiming her body… and stealing her heart.
Some deals are written in ink.
Theirs was sealed in blood, lust, and obsession.
And once Sandro Rossi decides a woman belongs to him…
He never lets her go.

“Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.”

I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.”

His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command.

“No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.”

I hated him.

I hated the way my pussy ached fro his touch.

Most of all, I hated my body for betraying me…for wanting him.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me…do you want my cock or my collar?”

I swallowed hard, “Both.”

Marco smiled…cruel, wicked, knowing. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!”

And I did.


Sold by her mother to a ruthless Italian mafia don, Cassandra’s new life is nothing like the peaceful future she dreamed of.



Forced into marriage with his cold son, Cassandra finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, secrets, and forbidden desire.



But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.



Just when she thinks she’s learned to navigate the madness, Marco’s son…once distant and disgusted by her—starts falling in love with her too.



Now, torn between a dangerous Don and his possessive son, Cassandra must choose between love, and a twisted form of power she never imagined wielding.


Who will claim her heart—and who will destroy it?

“You are so wet for me, my little girl.”
“Yes daddy…ah…,” I whimpered, my toe curling...
“Look at me,” he commanded, his thumb lifting my chin with practiced ease. “I need you to see the way I undo you, see how I will make you shatter for the first time.”
I was about to close my eyes in pleasure as he rode me to cloud nine when I saw Cole through the glass door.
He seemed to have been standing there for a while from the look on his face and what made my heart fled to my mouth was that he was looking straight at us as Roman fucked me raw, his expression unreadable.
“Fuck! Cole is here.”
24 hours ago, I had a job, a boyfriend, and a promise to myself to stay pure until marriage.
But when I refused to perform oral sex on my boss, I lost everything—my career, my dignity, all of it.
Broken and desperate, I ran to my boyfriend Cole, only to find him in a groom’s tuxedo, marrying another woman.
He called me a nobody. He laughed in my face, mocking me for being old-fashioned and clinging to my virginity.
If he could betray me like this, why shouldn’t I sleep with his uncle Roman?
I thought it would just be a reckless, vengeful one-night stand.
Then Roman handed me a contract.
He said my scent was the only cure for his insomnia.
The deal would get my job back, pay for my brother’s medical bills, and let me finally support myself.
Do I refuse… or sign?

Maturity Warning ⚠️
This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised.

He's my Professor. He's my Step father. And he's the only man who devours me at night.

I am a science student who failed every course and was hated by my professor. But on one faithful morning my mum announced a heartbreaking information. She was going to marry the professor I lusted over. The one man I had imagined one day he would pin me down to his bed.

Mr Chadwick is cold, brilliant, and sexy. He hated me for being dull and feminine but behind those eyes filled with fury, his darkest desires loomed around me.

In public, Mr Chadwick is the perfect academic and the perfect step father. But behind closed doors of the study, he is a predator who had discovered my darkest secrets: a sketchbook filled with obsessive drawings of him.

Now, the lessons have changed. Chadwick doesn't want me to study books; he wants me to study him. It was supposed to be a punishment. He curses me on the outside but claims me like a hungry lion every night. Under my mum's roof.

It was supposed to break my spirit. But he found out, he lusted over the very thing he hated.

He called me his lucky charm. I never knew I would become the price he was willing to pay for.

Wren Kelly was never supposed to belong in Cole Ashford’s world. She was the daughter of a building manager, while he was the heir of a wealthy family and a rising tennis star.

But since childhood, Cole believed she was the secret behind every victory. Until one desperate night, Wren had no choice but to make a deal with him—four years of her life in exchange for the money that could save her mother.

She thought she was selling her freedom.

She never expected that the boy who needed her luck would one day need her heart even more.

“You really thought you could run from me, wife?”

Marrying Bratva king Asher Volkov was supposed to save my mother, not ruin my life. It was supposed to be a deal. A contract. A fake marriage.

Instead, I fell for the one man I should have feared.

The closer I got to Asher, the harder it became to ignore the dangerous pull between us. Every touch felt forbidden. Every glance felt like a promise I shouldn’t want.

Then I discovered I was pregnant.

When a devastating secret from our past came to light, I disappeared without a trace. But men like Asher Volkov don’t lose what belongs to them.

Now he’s hunting me down, obsessed with bringing me back to his side. The problem is, I’m hiding a truth that could destroy everything we have.

Because if Asher discovers what I’ve been keeping from him, he might never forgive me.

And if he doesn’t…

He’ll never let me go.

After being kidnapped by the biggest piece of shit humankind has ever known—Jason Deymar, the most hated Duke in the U.S.—I’m dragged to a prison built for Rogue Dukes.
To survive the prison while I discover who killed one of my closest friends, who died in here, I’m forced to make a pact with three of them. They’ll keep me safe… as long as I belong to them.
It’s supposed to be temporary—just until I find a way out of this hellhole. But when I catch them watching me in the dead of night, it feels anything but temporary. And it can’t be.
A Lady would never allow herself to get tangled up with Dukes. Unless they are the only thing keeping me safe.

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Fresh out of college and fumbling through his first year in the real world, twenty-two-year-old Lysander wanders away from a friend’s party and into an isolated forest. There, he stumbles upon the high-tech laboratory hidden within the ancient castle of Vivienne—a vampire who has spent one century cultivating solitude. Disgusted by the intimacy required to hunt, she long ago withdrew from humanity, passing the endless decades perfecting homemade synthetic blood rather than sampling the countless varieties of plasma she grew tired of.

But Lysander’s arrival spells disaster. In a clumsy accident, he doesn't just ruin dinner; he obliterates her state-of-the-art scientific instruments. With her life’s work destroyed and her synthetic supply cut off, the scent of his living blood overwhelms her engineered senses. Forced to break a century-long abstinence, she takes what she needs, only to find herself addicted not just to his taste, but to the man himself.

Using the equipment as a flimsy excuse to lure him back, Vivienne battles a terrifying new obsession. She craves his body despite believing he’s taken, despising her own weakness. Meanwhile, Lysander’s initial terror curdles into a forbidden fascination. Can a relationship survive when one person feels everything, and the other only hungers?

"Please," I gasped. "Don’t stop. Fuck me."

He leaned down and kissed me as his cock sank deep into my deepest part.

I tightened my legs around his waist, overwhelmed by the unparalleled pleasure and the perfect rightness of our bodies joining.


My name was once Eileen—a maid who was burned alive for her mistress’s crimes.

Now I’ve woken up in her body: Vespera Thorne, the cruel noblewoman who stole the Dragon’s Heart and dragged me with her to the stake.

Worse still? The Dragon’s Heart is still hidden in Vespera’s room. And the dragon searching for it? He’s now a beautiful, amnesiac young man named Cassius.

He doesn’t know that when he regains his memories, that cold, ancient god will burn me to ashes because of this deception.

If I want to escape being burned alive, I must complete the Soul Contract with him—so that even after he remembers everything, he won’t be able to kill me.

The problem? I don’t know if the Soul Contract succeeded.

And his attitude toward me has become hot and cold… Could it be that he’s already regained his memories?

⚠️ READER ADVISORY ⚠️

This is not a traditional fantasy romance.

This book explores the darker side of love—built on lies, manipulation, and moral dilemmas.

The female protagonist is not a misunderstood good girl. The story contains deception and forced bonds.

Ten years ago, Alastair buried the girl he loved.

What he never knew was that she survived.

After a fire destroyed her family, Fionna lost everything—her face, her name, and the life she once dreamed of. Now, after years of hiding behind a surgically altered identity, she returns to the Scottish mafia heir's mansion as nothing more than a maid.

He doesn't recognize her.

Instead, he drags her into his bed because she reminds him of the dead girl he can never forget.

Every kiss is meant for someone else.

Every cruel word cuts deeper because she knows the truth he doesn't.

While Alastair prepares to marry the perfect mafia princess, Fionna secretly searches for the people who murdered her family. But the closer she gets to revenge, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Because the fire that stole her past...

was never an accident.

And when Alastair finally discovers the woman he's been loving and destroying is the very girl he mourned for ten years—

who will survive the truth?

"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Ryder growled against my ear, his hips slamming forward in a deep, punishing thrust that made my back arch off the bed.

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, stretching me. "Harder... please..."
He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "You want it rough, baby? Then beg for it properly."

My body trembled under him, slick and desperate. The words spilled out before I could stop them. "Please... Daddy... fuck me harder."

A dark, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. He leaned down, teeth grazing my neck, voice low and filthy. "Good girl. Come all over Daddy's cock. Show me how much you need this.”


On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé Dylan Voss and my step-sister Helene fucking each other in a room.

Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked away from the altar. That's when Ryder Hawthorne—Dylan's powerful, ruthless stepfather—found me. He carried me to his penthouse, and in a haze of rage and need, I seduced him. We fucked like it was war: rough, and desperate. When Dylan walked in and saw me riding his stepdad—he felt betrayed and stormed out. I felt satisfied and vindicated. It was supposed to be one night. We were never supposed to see each other again.

Until I desperately took a job at Hawthorne Prosperity Group to save my dying grandmother…and discovered Ryder was my new boss. One rough, forbidden encounter in his office, and he offered me to be his personal slut, in return he'd pay Gran's bills. I had no choice and accepted.

Payback became obsession. My ex wants me back, but Ryder refuses to let go. Now I’m caught between revenge and surrender.

Eight months pregnant, strung up and tortured by her own husband — because he decided the baby wasn't his.
She nursed him back from his accident. Held his family together with her bare hands. And another woman wore the crown that was hers.
They plastered her face across explicit photos. Forged the paternity test. Took everything — even her name.
She watched, screaming, shattering — as her husband ripped their newborn from her arms and threw the child into a cage of beasts.
Her mother couldn't take it. She jumped.
Her father was tortured until she couldn't recognize his face.
She begged to live. They wouldn't let her.
She begged to die. They wouldn't let her either.
Until she was reborn.
She remembers every face. Every wound. Every scream.
And this time, there will be no mercy.