I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

"That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line. * * * Forget what you know about love stories. This is a fucking raw, no-filter plunge into the depraved fantasies you only jerk off to when you're home alone. This collection is your VIP pass to the kind of filth that leaves you shaking—where powerful bosses bend you over their desks' and depraved strangers use your holes in dirty alleyways before vanishing into the night. We're talking about the kind of raw, pulse-pounding taboo that gets you off: forbidden age gaps, rough, messy gangbangs, public throat-fucking that steals your voice, and first times that leave you gaping, dripping, and ruined for anyone else. Consider this your final warning. This is explicit, vulgar, and engineered to soak your panties. If you can't handle stories drenched in choking, rough anal, non-con/dub-con kinks, and filthy-mouthed sluts who beg to be used like the cum-dumpsters they are, close this book now. But if you're ready to get utterly wrecked—if you're craving that full-body, mind-melting, vibrator-on-high kind of climax that leaves you a boneless, dripping mess... Your next orgasm is waiting. Turn the page. We promise you'll be a good girl for us.

"I want you to fix me, Daddy… Make me stop feeling so broken." "Fix you, princess?" Daddy growled, throwing my legs over his shoulders and pinning me wide open. "I'm not fixing you, baby girl. I'm going to ruin you so completely — corrupt every dripping, broken inch of you until you're nothing but my filthy, cock-drunk perfect good girl who only knows how to spread and beg for Daddy." My college boyfriend threw me away for being frigid and inexperienced. I thought I was broken and utterly unlovable — and the recklessness of that thought drove me into the arms of the only man I have ever trusted. Nikolai Calloway. My stepfather. A walking sex god carved from discipline and sin — a fiercely dominant, strict billionaire ex-Marine, twice my age, with a body built for wrecking women and a voice that makes a good girl forget her own name. A man a good stepdaughter should never crave. A man a good girl never imagined she could need this much. That night, I dropped to my knees and begged Daddy to teach me everything my trashy, fumbling ex said I was too prudish and too dry down there to ever enjoy. But the man I begged is far more dangerous than I knew. A former Dom of an elite club who has spent decades mastering the art of ruining women — and the past year silently, obsessively planning to ruin me. By the time lesson one is over, I realize that begging Nikolai Calloway was the worst, filthiest, most devastating decision a good stepdaughter could ever make. But it's too late to take it back. Daddy has already made sure of one thing: when this house of cards comes crashing down, I'm going down with him. Owned. Corrupted. Sinfully his.

After my Alpha threw me out into the freezing rain so he could move his pregnant secretary into our marital bed, I crashed my car straight into the custom bikes of the most dangerous MC in the territory. Now I owe an impossible debt to the Black Vipers’ three ruthless Alpha presidents. Caspian, the cold-hearted tyrant who has never wanted the same woman twice. Gideon, the smiling devil who can charm the panties off a saint. And Kaiven, the brutal madman who likes his fights bloody and his women screaming. Brothers in arms and violence, they are infamous for sharing their women and ruining them for every man who comes after. Their solution to my debt is simple: spend one night as their arm candy, walk into my husband’s coronation on their arms, and help them destroy his perfect reputation in front of everyone he is trying to impress. It is the perfect revenge, made even sweeter by the fact that Caspian, the Vipers’ most ruthless and terrifying president, happens to be my husband’s estranged father. My ex’s dad. It was supposed to be a fake arrangement. Wear the dress, play the part, expose the betrayal, and walk away with a whole new life. But by the end of that night, something none of us can explain has tied the four of us together in a vicious spiral of heat and knotting that refuses to fade. The Vipers can still feel me. I can still feel them. All three men have decided that walking away is no longer an option, and unless we find a way to break this impossible bond before the clock runs out, it could destroy all four of us. Now my husband, eaten alive by jealousy and wounded pride, is desperate to reclaim the “sweet little Luna” he threw away. Too bad she doesn’t exist anymore. I belong to three monsters now, and they have one strict, bloody rule: Touch her, and die.