A Filthy One-Shot Collection One hundred nights. One hundred different ways to break every rule you were ever taught. Inside these pages, innocent brats become dripping, begging sluts for the one man they’re never supposed to want: the stepbrother who bets he can ruin her, the mafia don who claims her virginity as payment, the priest who bends her over the altar after confession, the professor who locks the lecture hall and teaches her what an A really costs. They hate them. They crave them. They spread wide and take every thick, forbidden inch anyway. Stepfathers, stepbrothers, best friend’s dads, rival gang leaders, werewolf alphas, demon summoners, and the coach who said “no dating players” while he’s balls-deep in the cheerleader he swore he’d never touch. Rough breeding, brutal spankings, choking, spitting, tears, squirting, double penetration, public degradation, and cum so filthy it leaks for days. No feelings. No apologies. Just one hundred nights of raw, ruthless, unapologetic sin, where “no” turns into “harder” and “please stop” becomes “don’t you fucking dare.” Open the book. Pick a night. You won’t walk straight when it’s over.

Seven days on a Christmas cruise with my stepbrother shouldn't have changed everything. Callum has ignored me for eight months. Tattooed quarterback. Campus player. Certified bad boy. He’s everything I hate. One storm. One cold Christmas night when I find out everything I know is a lie. His mouth crashes into mine and I taste why. “I’ve spent months imagining how you’d sound when you beg.” Fuck. My stepbrother isn’t the golden boy my mom thinks he is. He’s filthy. Demanding. The kind of man who knows exactly how to make a virgin scream. Seven days trapped on this ship with him. He teaches me what my body can take. Bends me over the balcony railing at sunrise. Fucks me silent in the elevator between floors. Makes me come on his fingers during family dinner with his other hand on my thigh under the table. I’m not supposed to want my stepbrother’s cock in my mouth. I’m not supposed to ride him in the hot tub at 3 AM. I’m not supposed to let him tie my wrists to his headboard and take what he wants. But I do. God, I do. He ruins every innocent part of me. Marks my skin. Makes me addicted to the way he groans my name when he’s inside me. This ends when we dock. That’s the deal. He gives me seven days of sin wrapped in holiday cheer.We agree it ends when we dock.But when you've tasted forbidden, how do you go back to playing it safe?

I thought I buried them in the past, but oh, was I wrong. Five years ago, my father told me to protect the pack even if it meant framing three boys I barely knew. The Alpha triplets, golden boys, were responsible for my mother’s death. I thought they were gone for good. But now they’re back. Stronger, Colder, ready to drown in the blood of their enemies, me. And somehow... the Moon has chosen them as my mates. They don’t want love. They want revenge. And I’m the girl wearing the crown they swore to destroy. They were my enemies, my mates. I could run. I could fight. But in this school, there’s nowhere to hide. And I was no coward. I would never submit, even if it meant going through hell for the crimes I didn't fully understand. And the worst part? This cursed mate bond. The heat, the lust, the pull. I hate them. They hate me. And still, my body burns for them. They were my biggest punishment and in a twisted way, my salvation.

Having been rejected and banished by her father and her mate,the beta, Poor and abused Brielle was left to rot at the edge of the pack, the territory of the cruel Alpha king, Zadyre. Terrified, she finds out the king is her second chance mate, but that's not all. He wants nothing to do with her. All he wants is his heir, and then she will be killed and replaced by a woman better. Torn and rejected, she fled his kingdom, never to see him again, but what he doesn't know is she fled with what matters to his legacy, his pups. Now, five years later, they meet again, but things have changed. Zadyre wants her with every fibre of her being and would do anything to get her back, but Brielle hates him with every fibre of her being. How long would she be able to hold a grudge against his past self? How long can she act like she doesn't feel the attraction building between them? And how long does it take for him to leave her once again when he finds out she stole what mattered to him the most and ran. His HEIR.