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Sin: A Forbidden Erotica Collection

"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want." ❤️❤️❤️ Dive into this sizzling erotica collection of taboo tropes where forbidden flames erupt in shadows of power and secrecy. Stepfamily sparks fly between a seductive step sis and stepbrothers under one tense roof. Mythical beasts knot with innocent human girls in primal forest trysts. A mafia kingpin claims a pure-hearted nun in a ruthless game of dominance. Captor hunts prey in a thrilling chase of possession. "Dad's Best Friend" awakens cravings in his ally's daughter, shattering loyalty. "Boss x Stripper" ignites when an executive ensnares his hypnotic dancer in high-stakes control. "Professor X Student," where forbidden mentorship spirals into obsessive bonds in lecture halls after dark. "Coach x Cheerleader," rigorous drills turn into steamy locker room rituals after hours. "Priest x Parishioner," sacred confessions unravel into sinful midnight vows. Read if you're ready for some heat.
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Chapter 6

On the wedding day, sunlight poured over the garden like molten gold, turning the whole scene into a cruel fairy tale. I lingered at the back, my black dress clinging to my skin like a second layer of regret, watching Atlas in his sharp tuxedo, those sunflower eyes now fixed on Lena, wrapped in white lace. The officiant blathered about undying love, and they recited vows.

Atlas's voice was gravelly, promising to "cherish her, protect her," Lena purring back about "forever legacy." Lies, all of it, twisting like knives in my gut.

They signed the marriage certificate next, gold pens gliding over creamy paper amid polite applause from the elite crowd, sealing their sham. Then he slipped that massive diamond onto her finger, his lips brushing her knuckles tenderly.

Their first dance started under twinkling lights, his hands possessive on her tiny waist, her cheek nuzzled into his chest, their bodies melting together as violins swelled. Guests cheered, clapping like seals as confetti burst around them. Rage exploded in my chest, hot and blinding. I couldn't breathe. Stomping away in my heels, I shoved through the crowd to the balcony, city lights sprawling below like an indifferent void, slamming the glass door behind me.

Rough hands seized my hips from behind, yanking me flush against his solid heat, his tuxedo jacket rumpled, his breath ragged on my neck. "Ella, stop," he growled, fingers bruising my flesh.

I whirled, shoving his chest futilely. "Why, Atlas? Why marry her after you fucked me senseless two days ago? After you said I was yours?"

He trapped me against the cold railing, his eyes wild with conflict. "I love her, Ella. She's everything, pure and perfect."

"Bullshit!" I snarled, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You're full of shit!"

His mouth slammed onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep, tasting of champagne and betrayal. I slapped him across the face. "Why kiss me now? You just swore your life to her!"

Atlas's cheek reddened, but he laughed, stepping closer. "Business, baby. Her father's merger hands me the company on a platter. I don't love that skinny bitch.. never did. It's you. Always you. Your wrecked holes, your broken tears... I need to fuck you right now, claim what's mine one last time."

My heart fractured, fury melting into aching want. "Then do it. Make me feel something real."

He spun me around, bunching my dress up to my waist, tearing my thong clean off with a rip.

His cock prodded my slick entrance before driving in slow at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch until he bottomed out, cockhead kissing my cervix like a brutal promise.

"Fuck, Ella... so goddamn tight, even after those stepbrothers ruined you," he groaned, his hands vise-like on my hips.

Then he thrusts, each one plunging balls-deep, grinding that fat head against my womb's entrance, sending shocks of pain-laced pleasure ripping through me. I sobbed openly, tears streaming down my cheeks, heart shattering into shards as he fucked me like a man possessed, his hips snapping with wet, obscene slaps, his balls smacking my ass rhythmically.

"Harder, Atlas.. wreck me!" I gasped, pushing back, my pussy clenching greedily around his pistoning shaft.

"God, yes.. feel that? My cock owning your sloppy cunt, battering this cervix till you break," he rasped, one hand snaking around to rub my swollen clit in furious circles, the other yanking my hair to arch my back.

He went deeper with every savage drive, stretching me to my limits, juices squirting out around his girth, soaking our thighs. My body betrayed me, my pussy fluttering wildly as orgasms crashed one after another, gushing floods that made him growl. "Squirt for me, you heartbroken slut."

I wailed, sobbing harder, "Why can't it be me forever? Why shove me aside?" Emotions choked me as he hammered faster, his cock swelling impossibly thicker, his veins pulsing against my walls.

"Cuz you're my dirty secret, now take my cum!" He roared, burying to the hilt, his cockhead flaring against my cervix as he erupted, thick ropes blasting straight into my womb, flooding me hot and sticky. Pulse after pulse, he pumped me full, groaning my name like a prayer.

But as he softened, reality crashed back. He yanked out roughly, cum gushing down my trembling legs in creamy rivers. His eyes hardened. "Enough. Get out, Ella. Don't ruin my night."

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