HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!! This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless. Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire. You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl. A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless. Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life. A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own. She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word. Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches. A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control. An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy. Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over. Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer. A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs. Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table. Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages. Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Kelly

The office door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in that dim, book-scented space. I sat on the edge of his desk, and my skirt hiked scandalously high.

Prof Will... god, even thinking his name made my clit throb, paced in front of me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, that massive bulge still straining his pants.

"You're playing with fire, Kelly," he growled, stopping inches away, his cologne making me lose my mind as he towered over me, chest heaving under his half-unbuttoned shirt, exposing a trail of dark hair leading south. My fingers itched to trace it.

"Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste."

He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. "Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narrow space. "Private tutoring. My apartment, Tuesdays, 7 PM. No distractions."

My breath caught. *His apartment?* "Just us? Sounds... intimate." I bit my lip, watching his pupils dilate, chest rising faster.

"Academic only," he growled. "Fail again, and you're out. Understood?"

I nodded, standing so close our bodies nearly touched. "Crystal, Professor."

His hips rocked forward, hard length pressing against my inner thigh, right where I pulsed for him.

"Promise?" I whispered, arching up, nipples scraping his chest through fabric. My hand slid to his zipper, palming his thickness... damn he was thick, veiny, at least 8 inches. He hissed, thrusting into my grip once, pre-cum soaking through.

"Fuck... Kelly." His mouth crashed down in seconds, tongue invading, devouring. I moaned into him, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh, chasing friction. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he cupped my breast, thumb circling the tip. Sparks shot straight to my clit... I was dripping, ready to beg.

But he pulled away, eyes wild, chest heaving. "Out, now. Before I bend you over this desk." Voice wrecked, he adjusted himself, wincing.

I slid off, legs shaky, smirking over my shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Will."

"Wait, study this." He slid a textbook across, his hand brushing mine. Electricity shot up my arm, straight to my core. My cunt throbbed instantly.

"Thanks, Prof." I stood, hips swaying as I took the book. His gaze dropped to my ass before he cleared his throat.

"Door's open for questions, Kelly." The way he said my name, husky... made butterflies dance in my stomach.

"I'll save it for later." As I left, his eyes devoured my ass swaying out the door.

Next night, I showed up at his sleek downtown apartment door at 7 sharp. Black mini-dress that hugged my curves, thigh-highs peeking out, no panties, just a secret throb. He answered in jeans low on his hips and a tee that hugged his abs. "Right on time. Impresses me." His voice rumbled, eyes darkening as he drank me in.

"Wouldn't miss it." I stepped inside. His place screamed bachelor... dim lamps, a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. I loved the scent of his place, wood and spice making my mouth water. Modern loft: leather couch, city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.

He led me to the dining table piled with textbooks, I set my bag down, he helped me arrange my books, our arms brushed, goosebumps exploded. "Derivatives first." He stood behind me as I sat, his body heat pressing close, breathing warm on my neck.

I fumbled the pencil, "accidentally" dropping it. Bent to grab it, ass arching toward him. His hands gripped the chair back, knuckles white.

"Focus," he murmured, voice husky, thigh nudging mine. But his bulge strained against his jeans, inches from my shoulder.

"Sorry, Prof." I straightened, twisting to face him, my dress riding up. "Show me again?"

He leaned in, his hand over mine on the page, guiding strokes. His touch burned, cock twitching visibly. Sweat beaded on his temple. "Like this... slow, firm pressure."

My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. "Mmm, yeah... harder?"

He froze, pulling back sharp, eyes dark. "Break, Would you like beer?"

"Yeah, sure." My phone lit up, A message from Jake: *Party at my place. You sure you don't wanna come?* Ignored. Only Will mattered.

In the kitchen, I heard bottles clinked. He returned, handed me one, fingers lingering. "You're trouble, Kelly."

"Trouble's fun." I sipped, pressing closer, tits grazing his arm. My nipples ached, begging.

He set his beer down, hands flexing. "This is dangerous." But he didn't move, gaze locked on my lips.

We returned to equations, the tension crackling. His foot hooked mine under the table, rubbing slowly. My clit pulsed in rhythm. "Getting it now?" he asked, voice strained.

"Almost... touch it here." I pointed, guiding his hand lower on the page, fingers inches from my hem.

He exhaled ragged, palm sliding to my thigh instead. Skin ignited. "Fuck," he muttered, squeezing.

I gasped, spreading wider. His thumb traced higher, brushing lace-less heat. "Prof..."

The door buzzer shattered it, the pizza guy. He walked away, cursing under breath, bulge throbbing as he paid.

Back at the table, he avoided my eyes. "Today's session is over."

I packed up reluctantly, he stood still, just watching. He walked me to the door, hand on my lower back, fingers pressing possessive. "Same time next week?"

"Can't wait, Prof." I brushed my lips near his cheek, leaving my scent. The door clicked shut; I heard him groan inside.

I left aching, in my car, my fingers rubbed my soaked pussy to the edge, whispering, "Soon, Will."

*Will*

Kelly's scent lingered... sweet, needy. I gripped the counter, my cock rock-hard, pre-cum staining my boxers. Divorced two years, I'd kept it locked down, but Kelly? no one likes her. She is my student and it's forbidden. But that tight hot body...curves begging to be gripped, and eyes promising sin. Fuck.

But replaying her ass arched at my board... I unzipped, stroking hard, grunting her name. Cum hit my fist, shame mixing with hunger. The next session would be game over, if I didn't lock it down.

Continue to next part

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.6

Ashes of Our Vows: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret

9.6

In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times. Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet. I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars. That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me. After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you." Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again. In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch. But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby. Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child." Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago. When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time." At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago. I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

Bound By Blood To The Mafia King

9.0

Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive. But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face. Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again. What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return. Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry. "I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here." Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

7.2

His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

7.2

Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace. Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow. Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss. Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

8.0

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

Mafia Modern Romance

HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

Chapter 2

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