Chapter 3

I gave up a life in London for my high school sweetheart, Blake Shaw. He repaid me by leaving me to be trampled by a panicked crowd while he saved another girl. That was just the beginning. His obsession with being a hero to the fragile transfer student, Kris Gray, became a slow poison. He abandoned me during dates, gave me food I was deathly allergic to, and ignored my screams for help when I was assaulted. Each time he chose her, it was another cut, until I was raw and bleeding. The end came when he believed her most vicious lie. He looked at me with cold certainty as he called the police, framing me for a crime I didn't commit. I watched from the back of the cop car as he held her, the hero protecting his damsel from the monster he had made me into. My love didn't just break that day; it turned to dust. My family wiped the charges and put me on the next jet to London. I never looked back. Until now. Five years later, I'm back, and Blake is about to learn that some choices come with consequences you can never outrun.

Alert : Highly explicit sexual / adult Content. This is the steamiest erotic story compilation that will get you squirming on your seats and in your bed. Here's an extract from The Alpha's Betas: The Alpha was on heat and this was something she could not endure alone. So she called for her Betas. The door opened without warning. Her Betas had scented it long before she called. Kade entered first, his chest bare, scars gleaming in the torchlight. His nostrils flared, eyes black with wolf. He looked like he was barely holding back from tearing her clothes away with his teeth. Lucian followed, lean and dangerous, his silver eyes glinting with a hunger that was slower, more patient, but just as lethal. They both stopped at the threshold, drinking in the sight of her-naked, sweating, trembling, her thighs slick with need. "Alpha," Lucian murmured, his voice low, reverent, mocking all at once. "You burn." Selene bared her teeth. "Don't stand there. Come here." They obeyed instantly. Kade crossed the room in three strides, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her up against his chest. His mouth crashed onto hers, bruising, brutal, all teeth and tongue. Selene moaned into it, clawing at his back, grinding against the hard line pressing into her belly. Lucian slid in behind her, hands smooth over her hips, lips dragging across her shoulder as though marking territory with every kiss. The scent of them-sweat, musk, wolf-filled her lungs until she was dizzy. Her wolf howled inside her, demanding she take them both, make them hers in the most savage way. She shoved Kade back onto the bed, climbing astride him before he could even speak. His cock was thick, already slick at the tip, and she didn't bother with teasing. She lined herself up and sank down in one brutal motion, gasping as she stretched wide around him. Kade roared, his hands gripping her thighs, driving up into her with the force of a man starved. Lucian didn't wait. He knelt behind her, his tongue sliding along the crack of her ass, teasing, taunting. Selene's cry broke, body jerking at the double assault. Kade fucked her from below, every thrust deep and punishing, while Lucian licked and kissed her most forbidden places until she was shaking. "Take them," her wolf snarled inside her. "Take everything." She leaned forward, slamming her mouth onto Kade's again, tasting blood where his teeth had cut her lip. Behind her, Lucian's fingers pressed inside, slick and insistent, stretching her until she whimpered. The heat was unbearable, drowning, consuming. She needed more. She needed everything. "Now," she growled, breaking the kiss, her eyes blazing silver. "Both. Now." Kade's eyes widened, dark and wild. "Alpha-" "Do it," she snapped. "Obey me." Lucian's chuckle was low, wicked. "With pleasure." He rose, pressing against her from behind, the thick head of his cock nudging against her tight entrance. Selene's body screamed with need, stretching for him, demanding it. She grabbed Kade's chest, bracing herself as Lucian pushed forward, slow at first, then harder, until with a shuddering cry she took him inside. The world shattered. Two cocks filled her at once, stretching her, owning her, claiming her in a way that was savage and absolute ****** "You're mine," he whispered, his mouth tracing fire down her neck. "And I'll prove it until you can't remember what it felt like to be untouched." Her protest died in a gasp as he pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her in one smooth motion. Her hips bucked helplessly, clutching at him even as she whispered, "Stop, stop-" But she didn't push him away. She pulled him closer. "That's it," he said, his thumb circling her clit, his pace merciless. "Let me hear the truth." Her moans filled the room, drowning out the TV, the world beyond. The orgasm ripped through her before she was ready, leaving her sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him as though he were the only solid thing in existence. But he wasn't done. He squeezed her throat, just enough to make her choke on her next breath. "Say it." Her body convulsed as anothher orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. The words spilled out with her scream. "I'm your slut!" His grin was feral, triumphant. "Good girl." He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, slamming back into her soaked pussy from behind. Her face pressed into the cushions, muffling her cries as he pounded into her. "You'll never forget this," he growled, pulling her hair so her head snapped back. "Every time you sit at that desk, every time you look your coworkers in the eye, you'll remember me fucking you like this. You'll remember what you are." Her body shook with another climax, juices spilling down her thighs, soaking the couch. She sobbed into the cushions, too wrecked to resist, too consumed to deny. She couldn't deny it anymore, God help her, but she was addicted to this demon of lust of hers.

For three years, my husband Carter Hancock had erectile dysfunction. Or so he told me. I was the one who pulled him from a fiery car crash, and this marriage was his promise to cherish the hands that saved him. But tonight, I overheard him with my sister-in-law, Jodie. He confessed his condition was a lie to avoid touching me, and that he' d always loved her. Our marriage was just a sham to appease his grandfather. The betrayals kept coming. He claimed she was the one who saved him. He abandoned me during a landslide to rescue her. When I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs, he asked me to donate skin from my leg to fix a scratch on her face. He wanted to mutilate my body for the woman who stole my life, the woman carrying his secret child. My love was a burden, my sacrifice a joke they laughed about behind closed doors. Then I found the final, soul-crushing truth: our marriage certificate was a fake. I was never his wife, just a placeholder. That night, I picked up my phone and called the one person he' d warned me away from. "Alex," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need to leave. Can you meet me in Europe?"

She thought she could leave the past behind... But when Elena Rivera accepts a job as a live-in nanny, the last thing she expects is to come face-to-face with the man from that unforgettable masked night. Even through the disguise, she had felt the hardness of his face, the heat that appeared in his eyes when he was hitting it on the bed and the way his touch set her on fire. Four years later, that same feeling rushes back the moment she sees him again but only colder this time. He doesn't recognize her.....But when his deep, commanding voice demands she pay for the broken frame, Elena finds herself trembling just the same. She tells herself to keep the secret. To stay silent. Because if he ever remembers that night... she's not sure what would break first, her heart or her carefully built life. Can she keep her secret or will their past finally catch up with them both?

I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said. My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background. He told me not to worry, that my mother's injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia's unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate. His only reply: "Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?" Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother's heart had stopped. She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice. I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother's empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore's world: Don Matteo Costello. "I'm coming home," I told him. My vendetta wouldn't be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed.

I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow. He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again. Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot. Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me. He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you." They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before. When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete." No one noticed I had nearly died down there. He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me. What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future.