"I hate him."  I hate the way he fucks me. I hate how my body still opens for him every time he pins me down and takes what he wants.Me and Miles Silvermane were born to be enemies. Rival hockey captains. Princes of packs that have been trying to kill each other for generations.  On the ice we try to destroy each other.  Off the ice, he shoves me against walls, bites my throat, and claims me like I already belong to him.It started as hate sex. Now it’s an addiction.  He marks me. He owns me. He makes me beg and then takes me apart until I can’t think.Then I wake up after three days in a coma with a fated mate bond burned into me.  And the whole world knows I’ve been fucking the enemy.Now Miles doesn’t just want my body.  He wants everything.  And the man I was supposed to hate is ready to burn packs to the ground to keep me.

**Content Warning** ⚠️This book is strictly for readers 18 and older. *Private Sins* is a dark and explicit erotica collection filled with intense, raw, and unapologetic content. Inside these pages you will find rough sex, dubious consent, power imbalance, possessive and obsessive behavior, BDSM, Alpha werewolf dynamics, claiming, marking, breeding kink, mafia and dark romance themes, age gap, boss/employee relationships, reverse harem, group sex, degradation, praise, forced proximity, captivity, light blood play, public sex, as well as BxB and GxG content. All characters are above the age of 18. These stories explore dark fantasies and morally gray characters. If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now. This is pure fiction and does not promote harmful behavior in real life. Read at your own risk. 🔥

"You want to be ruined so badly, little brother? Fine. I'll do it myself." Alex Bennet is the perfect son. Top grades. Clean record. A virgin. To his stepbrother Troy Morrison, he's a joke. One cruel dare changes everything: "Bet you don't even know what gay feels like." So Alex proves him wrong. Blindfolded. Shaking. Offering himself to a stranger in the city's most dangerous underground club. He never expected the hands on him to feel familiar. He never expected to pull off the blindfold and see *Troy's* furious eyes staring down at him. Now Troy is done playing. If Alex wanted to be touched, he'd only be touched by him. Owned by him. Broken by him. But there's a problem. Stolas Harrison, the rival heir, wants Alex too. And he doesn't play by Troy's rules. Caught between a possessive stepbrother and a dangerous enemy, Alex learns the truth: Begging Troy to stop hurts more than begging him to continue.