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.

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Chapter 6

Kelly

The 200 seats auditorium was half-full today, Prof Will paced the stage, laser pointer dancing slides: "Romantic lit demands surrender- raw, unfiltered passion." Voice smooth baritone, but his eyes locked mine every sweep. I sat at the front row, I shifted deliberately, skirt too short, thighs bare, panties silk-thong rubbing clit with each cross-leg.

Coursemates focused on him, oblivious of the weird vibe, Will's gaze lingered: pupils dilating on my parted lips, his throat swallowing when I "dropped" pen, bending slowly...thighs parting slightly, lace peeking.

He stuttered mid-sentence..."Jane Eyre's... fire," clearing throat, slacks tenting subtle. My cheeks flushed; nipples hardened, poking my blouse, Jake's marks throb under fabric.*

My phone buzzed on my thigh. Discreetly, I slid it out, thumb-flying texting my roomie Mia under desk:

*Me: Prof's eye-fucking me HARD. Lecture = porn foreplay. Gonna make him snap."

*Mia: LOL slut! Still virgin-hunt? Thought Jake popped it?*

*Me: He did. Rough. But Will? I'm obsessed. I'll have him between my thighs TONIGHT. Do all it takes, tease him till he drags me offstage, rips my skirt, and fucks me raw on podium. Begging "Prof owns this pussy.*

*Mia: Streak me pics or You've been lying. Send cock vid!*

Will paused the slide, "Kelly, what's your thoughts on Bronte's tension?" Voice edged husky, crowd turned. I met stares, licked my lips slowly, I replied. "Tension builds unbearable, Prof. Until surrender explodes." My thighs clenched, wetness soaking my panties. The whole class snickered; he flushed neck-red, adjusting his pants.

I sat, typed:

*Me: See? He's HARD. Post-class = done. Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left.*

His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible.

The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated.

*Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!*

"Class's over." Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

Students began packing, I pocketed my phone, pussy throbbing. *All it takes. Tonight, Prof Will between my thighs, claiming what's his.*

The lecture hall emptied slowly, students shuffling out in groups, backpacks slung, whispers fading. Prof Will lingered at the podium, stacking notes with deliberate calm, but his eyes burned into me. My panties were damp from his "accidental" thigh-brush during Q&A.

"Kelly, stay back after class. We need to discuss your... progress," he'd murmured, voice husky over mics.

The door clicked shut. I stood slowly, my heart racing as I approached him, heels clicking loudly on the tile. "Prof? Is it about my grade?"

He straightened, towering me. Eyes raked my body: blouse unbuttoned low, nipples peaked against silk. "Progress? You've been teasing me since day one. Turning tutoring excuses into lap dances." He stepped close, heat radiating. His fingers traced my jaw. "Is it because of last time?"

I exhaled heavy, Jake's cock fresh in mind, but Will's proximity ignited. "Do you want to make up for it, Prof?"

He growled, gripped my wrist, pulling me against his body, erection grinding my belly, hard as steel. "Let's go to my office, now."

My pulse thundered so loud as we slipped into the empty hallway, fluorescents buzzing overhead, distant voices echoing. His palm pressed low on my back, guiding me forcefully as we walked towards his office.

"Move faster, slut," he whispered hot against ear, breath fanning neck. "Is your pussy dripping yet?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered. I paused to adjust my skirt, his hips pressed into mine from behind, cock nudging my ass through the fabric.

"Feel that? I've been hard at the lecture, imagining bending you over the podium."

We arrived at his office, a plaque gleamed "Prof. Wilson." Over his door frame. He struggled with his keys, unlocked the door and shoved it open. He dragged me inside, the door barely shut before Will pinned me against the desk, his lips crashing against mine, hungry.

His hands froze on my thighs, eyes narrowing as the skirt went up, revealing fresh bruises obvious from Jake's grip last night.

"What the fuck is this?" he snarled, thumb pressing a purple mark, voice thunder-low.

I gasped, heat flooding my cheeks. "Will-it's nothing-"

"Bullshit." He yanked my skirt higher, exposing lace panties soaked but marked, hickeys trailing my inner thigh. His fingers hooked the fabric, shoving it aside; his gaze dropped to my swollen pussy lips, still tender from Jake's pounding.

"You're not a virgin anymore. "Jake" did this? Fucked you?"

Fury twisted his face... jaw clenched, veins bulging neck. He moved back, began pacing like a caged wolf, his bulge still there despite the rage. "I knew it. Little slut played me. You walked in here weeks ago, batting lashes, spreading your legs, 'Prof, teach me everything.' And now? Some boy pops "your" cherry?"

Tears burned, but my fire matched his.

"Yes! Jake fucked me... hard, raw, and claimed what you wouldn't. Thought it would erase the thought of you, Will. First day in this office, your eyes devoured me, hands brushed mine... I ached for it between my thighs. But you preached restraint. So I gave it to him to 'get you off my mind.' Turns out I failed woefully. Every thrust, I saw 'you'."

He stopped, breath ragged, his fingers curled into a fist. "Goddamn it, Kelly. " Voice cracked raw. "I've missed you since that door shut. Every time I denied I wanted you, every lonely night. I jerked off to your scent on my chair, imagining splitting you open. You're poison in my veins. Sure I'm furious. Yeah... Jake had what's *mine.* I'm not holding back anymore.."

I sighed, relieved and stepped closer, fingers tracing his chest. "Now I'm confessing, I crave you everyday. Jake's cock filled me, but your ghost owned it. Did I think of you while he fucked me? 'Yes' Pinned under him, legs spread, his dick slamming deep, while I moaned 'Will' in my head. Came hardest picturing your hands choking me, your cum flooding me."

His growl vibrated air; eyes blazed possessively. "Filthy confession. Thought some college boy's pounding erased me. Prove it." He grabbed my wrist, yanked me to the desk. "Strip. Show me that ruined pussy... then beg prof to reclaim it."

I was so horny I undid my outfit in a flash. "Please-fuck me, Will!"

His fingers plunged deep into my dripping pussy, two thick ones curling ruthless against my G-spot.

"Like that, Will!" He kept finger-fucking me till orgasm washed over me, my pussy gushing hot juices over his knuckles. He pulled out slowly, licked them clean with a growl, eyes filled with lust. "It tastes like heaven."

He spun me, bent me over the desk... papers flying, stapler clattering to the floor. His jeans went down; his cock sprang free, it was a massive, veined beast throbbing, pre-cum glistening the fat head.

"Look at this monster," he rasped, stroking it base-to-tip. "Beg for it, you cock-teasing slut. Beg prof to ruin that tight hole."

"Please, Will, fuck me raw," I whined, ass arched high, pussy clenching air, juices trailing down thighs. "Stretch me, own me... make me scream."

He chuckled, teasing the swollen head along my slit, tapping it on my clit, nudging my entrance. "Greedy little girl. Feel how wet you are for daddy's dick?" He shoved in, one inch-burning stretch, my walls fluttering. I gasped sharp. "More, please!"

He thrust in fully, brutal, burying balls-deep, splitting me wide. Pain sparked into electric pleasure; I screamed, my nails scraping the wood, pussy clamping his dick like a vice.

"Fuck, you're as tight as hell," he grunted, holding still, letting me adjust to his size. "Breathe, baby. I'm gonna wreck this cunt. No time for foreplay."

Then he moved finally, pounding like a beast unleashed, hips snapping fast, balls slapping my clit with wet smacks. The desk shook, my tits bounced free from the blouse, nipples erect and sensitive. "Take it all, my cock owns this pussy now," he snarled, one hand fisting my ponytail, yanking my head back to arch me. "Say it Kelly... whose slut are you?"

"Yours. I'm Will's dirty little slut!" I sobbed, pushing back greedily, walls rippling with every movement. The first orgasm hit me like lightning, gushing flood soaking his shaft, my thighs quaking. "Cumming Will, fuck harder!"

"Greedy bitch," he laughed filthy, spanking my ass. The thrusts turned punishing. Fingers snaked in front, pinching my clit, rubbing furious circles on it.

The second wave of pleasure built fast; I babbled nonsense. "Oh Will, you're gonna milk me dry? Here it comes."

He slammed in deeper, angle hitting the spot, sending sparks, and dirty talk pouring: "Pussy sucking like it never wants my cock out. Bet Jake's pencil dick never filled you like this."

"No... only you! Ruin me! Professor Wilson." The third orgasm exploded, I shuddered, squirting juices splattering his desk, vision whiting, screams echoing.

He roared primal, slamming final thrusts, then he pulled, hot ropes of cum painting my ass, and back, dripping down my thighs. "You're Marked, mine forever."

He collapsed on me, panting wrecks, his lips trailing my spine soft. "No more Jake," he murmured, possessive hand cupping my breast. "You're *mine* now."

I smiled, wickedly in the afterglow, pussy throbbing. Finally, I was his.

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Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.6

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

9.6

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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 6

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