As an adult film actress, I used to take thick cock for a living. Men who lasted hours, stretched me open, and made me squirt until my legs shook. Then I walked away. Married a rich, gentle man who knew every dirty video and still chose me. New city. New face. New name. A quiet mansion and clean life.It should have been enough.But It wasn’t.My husband finishes too fast. Five minutes and he’s done, soft, already asleep while I’m still aching and dripping. I cry. I beg for more but he tells me to manage. So I buy toys. Big realistic ones. I fuck myself raw on the bed while he’s at work, but my pussy still feels empty afterward.One evening the doorbell rings. I’m alone, already wet from my own fingers. I open the door in nothing but a towel. The delivery guy is young, handsome, thick in all the right places. I drop the towel, drop to my knees, and suck him until he’s hard as steel. Then I bend over the bed and tell him not to show mercy. He fucks me hard and deep, exactly the way I need. I’m moaning, pushing back, so close… That’s when the door opens.And that’s only the start.Another one happened the morning of my wedding. After my wedding people who I've worked with on set began reaching out to me for a scene or a night stand. People who shouldn’t touch me. Rooms that should have stayed private. Secrets that refuse to stay buried.I thought I could control the hunger but I was wrong.Warning: This story contains explicit, raw, capturing scenes that will make it hard for you to drop. If you’re ready to see how far the urge really goes, hop in. The full story is waiting.

He worships my thick thighs, soft belly, and heavy breasts in ways my husband never did. I’m Bella, a plus-size fashion influencer who smiles for the camera and tells thousands of followers to love their curves. But behind closed doors? My husband Ryan tears me down every single day. He calls me fat, disgusting, and refuses to touch me. I felt worthless… until I hired Marcus, my personal trainer. In my own words, it started as innocent home workouts. Then the tension snapped. One sweaty squat session turned into the hottest kiss of my life, and suddenly I was moaning Marcus’s name while my husband was at work. Every session gets riskier and hotter. I feel truly desired for the first time in years, but the guilt and danger keep growing. My followers notice my glowing confidence. Ryan starts paying attention again. And Marcus’s wife is getting suspicious. Cliffhangers will leave you breathless — close calls, near discoveries, If you love forbidden cheating stories, dominant men, plus-size heroines finally claimed, and addictive erotic drama, then dive in. My story is messy, sweaty, and completely addictive.

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I was the spare daughter. The one they trained, used, and never loved. When my parents needed a sacrifice to save our pack from Blackridge’s debt, they offered me instead of my precious younger sister Aria. I was forced into a mating bond with Deucalion, the cold First Son, under the full moon.He knew I wasn’t the woman he wanted. During the ceremony he barely looked at me. Later, in the private room, he took me with cold, deliberate hunger. His mouth claimed mine hard. His hands shoved the gown from my shoulders and closed over my breasts, thumbs dragging across my nipples until they ached. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling deep, stretching me open while the wet sound filled the quiet room. When he finally sank into me, inch by thick inch, the stretch burned. He claimed me with steady, powerful strokes, hips slamming deep, one hand bruising my hip as he chased his own release. His breath was hot against my ear when he growled, “You are not her.” My body still came for him, tight, shaking, unwanted, while the incomplete mark burned into my neck.I endured months of isolation, his distance, and Aria’s open hatred. She never stopped trying to destroy what little place I had. One violent fight was the final break. I left in the middle of the night with nothing… not knowing his child already grew inside me.Years later I raised our son alone in another pack. He was strong, too strong. When he took down four warriors by himself, Blackridge came hunting believing that only their blood could pull off such feats. Deucalion stood in front of me again, demanding the boy he never knew existed. Aria had failed to give them any heir and now lay sick from the strain of their bloodline.He wanted his son. I wanted my freedom. The old mark still burned between us.I will not hand over my child easily. And if Deucalion thinks he can walk back into my life after everything he did… he will learn that the spare he discarded is no longer weak.Some debts can only be paid in blood, power… and the kind of heat that never truly died between us.

I never planned on any of this.I started as a lone wolf with a nasty curse and a stolen artifact meant to fix my broken life. After one bloody fight later, I was pinned under Elias Crowe, the Alpha whose pack destroyed mine. The second our blood mixed, the fated mate bond slammed into us like lightning. Hate, heat, and raw need all at once. I should’ve killed him. Instead I ended up in his bed, then running for my life while everything I believed got ripped apart.Plot twists kept coming fast and brutal. Just when I thought I knew who the enemy was, my dead brother stepped out of the trees. Then I learned my sister survived too. And the biggest gut-punch? The man I was falling for, the one who claimed me hard and deep in the dark, was the same Alpha who convinced his father to wipe out my family. Every time I turned around, the truth twisted again.The nights were just as intense. Angry, desperate sex against walls. Slow, emotional nights where Eli took me apart and put me back together. Even a raw, adrenaline-fueled threesome that left us all shaking and bonded in ways I never expected.One final hook nearly broke me: the artifact didn’t just lift curses. It showed Eli tried to stop the massacre, and had been hunted for it ever since.If you like fast chases, enemies who become everything, primal passion, and twists that keep you guessing, dive into Bite of Betrayal. Trust me, once the bond snaps, there’s no going back.Ready to feel it? Turn the page.