This collection contains Graphic sex, dubious consent, significant age gaps, taboo relationships, religious blasphemy/roleplay, rough and degrading scenes, morally corrupt characters, filthy language, and intense psychological edges. If dark, controversial, or morally twisted themes bother you, walk away now. Some hungers stay buried in the shadows. Others are so wrong, so deliciously depraved, they burn to be spoken. Wicked Hunger delivers raw, no holds barred erotic stories where every rule is made to be shattered. Step into a haze of temptation where guilt only makes the pleasure sharper. From holy men who break their sacred vows to men who should never touch their best friend’s little sister, each tale drags you into a slow, aching descent into sin. They’re dangerous. They’re off-limits. And they’re exactly what your body has been begging for. Indulge the cravings you were never supposed to have. These cravings that don't go away when you close your eyes. They get louder.

Two years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything. The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum. But it's the three month deadline that sends me running. Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind. So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money. Until I meet him. Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell. We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away. Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire. I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles. Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met. I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him. Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company. The doors open. It's him. He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear: "Hello, wife. Miss me?" I realize with crushing, devastating clarity... I did.