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LOST IN LUST{short steamy stories}
THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🔞 Lost in Lust is a collection of steamy stories that dive into passion, temptation, and raw s*x scenes. Each story unfolds with sexual encounters and irresistible attraction, where sexual fantasies ignite and lovers surrender. Lost in Lust will leave you breathless and sexually aroused. ***** And then he pushed his c*ck inside her once more. He had a hold of her hips and he kept her in place as he went back to fu*king her hard. She felt her breasts swinging backward and forward once more as he thrust at her pussy. She could feel a slight ache, a throbbing, in her pussy. "Oh Fuck me Peter f*ck me! Fill me with your c*m!! That di*k feels soo freaking good!"/0/42844/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6556c56d0b49b4d79dbf2a3e38df2d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Overwhelmed By The Billionaire's Persistent Pursuits
Candice's life took a strange turn on her wedding night. Her groom, Greyson, didn't show up to consummate their marriage. Instead, a stranger broke into her room and violated her. Marriage was hell for her. As she licked her wounds, her mother-in-law took every chance to make her feel less of herself. Greyson who was supposed to be supportive didn't give a damn about her. He brought his side chick into their matrimonial home. It didn't take long before she was kicked out of the house. Everyone thought that she was just a helpless weakling. They didn't know that she was an extraordinary lawyer. She dragged the stranger who raped her to court. She intended to make his life a living hell for ruining hers. In the course of this, she was stunned to find out that the rapist was actually the richest man in the city. He was a domineering and clean freak. Things soon went out of her control. This man tried every means to make her marry him. It dawned on her that she caused even more trouble for herself. How could she get this man off her back, while also bringing him to book?/1/123158/coverorgin.jpg?v=28b5ac17b39c052f685642e41d320d15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file. I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold. Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack." I didn't respond. The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side. I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives. I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!" The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail. Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient. I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing. This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me. It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley. I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try." So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City. And I also decided to leave Jenson./0/81644/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Thought He Broke
My life with Ethan, my architect husband, seemed perfect, a harmonious blend of shared dreams and urban aspirations. But that illusion shattered one terrifying weekend when I suffered a life-threatening allergic reaction, struggling to breathe as I collapsed before his eyes. Instead of rushing my EpiPen, Ethan prioritized a "crisis" orchestrated by Chloe Sanders, his scheming intern, leaving me to suffocate while he secured her coveted project files. I woke up alone in a sterile hospital room, realizing the devastating depth of his betrayal, only to then discover I was pregnant with his child. His ongoing public neglect and Chloe' s brazen flaunting of my stolen family heirloom cemented the horrifying truth: they thought they had succeeded in making me disappear, dismissed as merely an accessory. But they were gravely mistaken; driven by a cold fury and the silent beat of a new life within me, I, Ava Thompson, was about to unleash a meticulously planned reckoning upon them both./1/127351/coverorgin.jpg?v=4af5c3747d4f0348b6afe628fb6f195f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away
I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit karaoke room. Marlee Scott's legs were casually draped across my fiance Julian Lohan's lap. She had a lollipop between her lips, and a silver anklet with tiny bells hung around her ankle. As her foot swayed back and forth to the deafening bass, the bells chimed crisply. When she saw me walk in, she not only did not move her legs away, but also smiled and winked at me. "Oops, Teresa, you won't mind this, will you? I have always been a carefree person, kind of like one of the guys. There is really nothing between Julian and me. He has always treated me as a friend." Julian was lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand resting naturally beside her slender ankle. He glanced up at me but did not move. The teasing catcalls around us were abruptly gone. In Metropola, everyone in our social circle knew that I, Teresa Mendez, had a terrible temper, thought highly of myself, and could not tolerate even the slightest offense. I had been born with an exceptionally beautiful face. I was cold yet stunning. Even standing there expressionlessly under the dim lights, I was aggressively beautiful. My personality was indeed unpleasant, but my looks made up for it. At least that was why Julian had been chasing after me for four years. Back then, he had been so captivated by my cold but pretty face that he could even risk his life for me./0/97676/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e70c4d63c9e14c5b5db45bc944cb0f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Three-Year Lie: Her Sweet Revenge
The day I found out I was pregnant was the same day I learned my three-year relationship was a meticulously crafted lie. I rushed to surprise my perfect fiancé, Anthony Holden, only to overhear him talking to his twin brother. "I've endured three years of this farce," he said, his voice cold. "Not once did I touch the woman." My entire life was a revenge plot for his childhood friend, a woman who bullied me relentlessly in college. They left me to grieve my grandmother's death alone, subjected me to tortures designed from my deepest fears, and left me for dead-twice. The man who swore to protect me became my villain, convinced I deserved every moment of pain. On our wedding day, he stood at the altar, ready to deliver his final, humiliating blow. He had no idea I was miles away, about to live-stream his confession to the entire world. My revenge was just beginning./0/82435/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea4410abea09b7abef273cd6a3666a8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cobra's Vengeance
I leaned against the old warehouse frame, my body aching and face swollen from the fight with my family. I' d given up everything for Chloe, ready to start a new life with her. But the workshop wasn't quiet; it blazed with obnoxious music, laughter, and champagne bottles. Chloe was there, too, stunning in a sparkling dress, laughing with the very society people she claimed to hate. Then she saw me, and her laughter didn't stop; it only twisted into a slow, cruel smirk. "Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, her voice cold. My brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his smug smile sealing my dread. This wasn' t Chloe' s workshop; it was rented. My entire relationship, my grand sacrifice, was just a bet. A monstrously cruel game, orchestrated by Chloe and my own brother, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw away his life for a girl he thought was a poor, struggling mechanic. Her friends roared with laughter as they unveiled the prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage Shelby Cobra, the legendary car I had always dreamed of. Humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching every inch of my being. "You… you lied about everything?" I rasped, the words choked with disbelief and a crushing sense of betrayal. How could the woman I' d loved, my own blood, orchestrate such a depraved, public spectacle? Was I truly that naive, that blind to believe in such a perfect lie? I stumbled, broken, back out into the night, their mocking laughter echoing like a death knell in the empty street. But as I walked away from the ruins of my life, a chilling realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliation; it was their first move, and now, I was ready to play./1/124344/coverorgin.jpg?v=830b8866fa5d438295d0730e3c3a7bf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback
Amie Sanford was the Mills family's adopted daughter, treated like a charity case and forced to wear old, off-the-rack dresses while her sister flaunted couture. At a high-society gala, her adoptive father publicly announced her sudden engagement to Pierce Grant, a predatory, fifty-year-old man known for his depravity. She was nothing but a transaction, the price to win the coveted Sterling Point Development project. Amie refused to be sold and made a desperate bet: give her three months to win the contract herself, or she'd marry Pierce. But her adoptive mother and sister couldn't wait. They laced her milk with a high-concentration sedative and had bodyguards deliver her unconscious body to Pierce's hotel bed. Waking up paralyzed and burning with fever, she had to smash a heavy brass lamp over Pierce's head just to escape into the hallway. Dragging her drugged, failing body through the opulent corridors, Amie felt a profound, terrifying despair. Why did the family she grew up with hate her enough to destroy her life? How could she fight a billionaire empire with absolutely nothing to her name? Stumbling into a random penthouse to hide, she looked up at the cold, towering stranger inside and proposed the craziest idea of her life. "Mr. Grant, you need a wife to deal with your family. I need a husband to escape my situation." The next morning, she returned to the Mills estate, slapped a marriage certificate bearing the name 'Harlon Grant' onto the coffee table, and walked out to build her own empire—completely unaware that her new fake husband was the most powerful man in New York./0/95103/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104092137&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Ruined my Ex-husband and my Best Friend after a Divorce
I once believed that after enduring hardships, we would finally savor the sweetness of life once my husband, Rhett, completed his PhD. However, on the day of his graduation, he shocked me by filing for divorce, accusing me of deceiving him into marriage by hiding a family illness. What shattered my heart even more was that my best friend, Emeline, who was also my lawyer, "mistakenly" presented crucial evidence in court, leading to my defeat and leaving me completely penniless and homeless. Wandering the streets with nothing, I sought out Emeline, only to overhear an earth-shattering truth outside her door. It turned out they had been together all along and even had a child. They had conspired to accuse me of being the sick one to completely discard me. Seven years of dedication and friendship were all lies, leaving only cold fury in my heart. Quietly, I gathered solid proof to prove my innocence and returned to the courtroom. This time, I was determined to hold them accountable for their deceit!/0/85459/coverorgin.jpg?v=f599428e6328fc50b40de7bbea13e37c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Divorce, Real Betrayal
"Let' s get a divorce, Ava." My husband, Mark, said the words so calmly, pushing the papers across our dining room table, the morning light making the black letters sharp. He quickly added, "It' s a fake divorce. It' s for Clara. Lily needs to get into the school district here, and she can' t unless she' s living with my residency." He promised we' d remarry once it was done. He thought I was a fool. I signed the papers, my hands steady, the silence in the room heavy. That fake concern on his face. That smug confidence that he had me completely under his control. I had already seen the truth. Two weeks ago, tucked at the bottom of the trash bin in the guest bathroom Clara used, I' d found it. A pregnancy test. Two pink lines. It wasn' t Lily' s future Mark was securing. It was the future of his new family. I said nothing. Just nodded. The divorce was done, official. Outside the courthouse, I watched Mark walk quickly toward a car. Clara got out, then wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They looked like a real family. My phone buzzed. A message from Professor Thorne, my old mentor. "The lab door is always open for you, Ava." I took a deep breath, watched them drive away, and then turned to walk in the opposite direction. My pain was old, familiar. Now, it was time for change./1/125685/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260903170402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We Were Simply A Transient Presence In Each Other's Lives
I am Nancy Schultz. Five months into my relationship with Jere Lloyd, I had prepared two surprises for him. The first was that I had decided to stay in the country for him. The second was that I was pregnant. But when I arrived at the parking lot of his company, I saw Jere, my tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, being cornered in his sports car by Nina Saunders, the most delicate-looking, beautiful woman in our company. Nina said to him, "I know I was wrong. I regret it. Jere, you said you would only ever love me for the rest of your life. How could you give someone else all the love that was supposed to be mine?" My heart abruptly clenched. Before I could react, Jere coldly pushed her hand away. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this really was just a misunderstanding and that I should trust him. But the next second, Jere said in a cold voice, and his words stopped me from immersing myself in my illusion. "1, 000 drones for a birthday celebration, a fireworks show cost a million dollars, jewelry of a seven-figure price... You really should regret it, Nina. You should have regretted it the moment you started dating two people at once! Because all of those things were supposed to be yours!" I froze where I stood. I realized there was no need to tell him about the two surprises after all./0/79757/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day They Erased Me: I Came Back
My mother’s impossibly sweet voice confirmed the usual: another polite banishment to an "art program." My life, I knew, had always been transactional, a mere "spare part" after I saved my sister Jessica's life. But this time, as I numbly agreed, a full-body shock pulsed through me. I remembered dying. The screech of tires, the shattered glass, the red bloom on a wedding dress. I was back. Reborn. On the very morning they first tried to erase me. My past was a relentless betrayal. Jessica, the golden child, had stolen my identity, my connection with Ethan—the man who once called me "Wren." My parents enabled her, labeling me jealous. At their engagement party, a staged "accident" left my hand bleeding, ignored. Then, my own father publicly struck me, and Ethan, the man I loved, stood by, his face utterly cold. How could they be so blindly cruel? How could my own family always choose their lies over my existence? And Ethan, who once knew my quiet soul, believed every falsehood, watching me break without mercy? The pain of betrayal was suffocating. No more. As the ultimate humiliation settled, a terrifying resolve hardened. I wouldn't fight for their approval. I wouldn't scream. I would agree to their terms, but internally, I would sever every tie. I would disappear, truly free, and build a new life where they held no power./0/79707/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193054&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex I Forgot: A Lover Turned Enemy
After a terrifying rock-climbing fall, I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank slate thanks to selective amnesia. My best friend, Chloe, gently informed me I’d lost all memory of my long-term, now ex-boyfriend, Ethan Cole. Though I felt nothing for this forgotten man, he and his glamorous, vindictive girlfriend, Bella Rossi, swiftly re-entered my life, each encounter proving more unsettling than the last. Their malicious disdain for me was palpable. From Bella staging a fall and Ethan’s shocking physical assault that broke my hand, to his public humiliation of me and Bella’s brazen plagiarism of my baking designs—which Ethan shockingly validated as a judge—it felt like a relentless campaign to destroy me. Bella even tried to burn me alive at his parents' house, and Ethan left me in the flames. How could this man, whom I supposedly loved, be so utterly cruel, even after my amnesia wiped him from my mind? His continuous betrayal, culminating in the public destruction of my career and Bella's desperate attempt to run me over, deepened my bewilderment and pain, leaving me questioning everything. But in the chaos, a kind, genuine baker named Noah Evans emerged, shielding me, showing me what true love felt like. And when a final, devastating trauma jolted my memories back, I faced a choice: succumb to the past or embrace the peaceful, loving future Noah offered, cementing my new life far from Ethan's toxic shadow./0/82659/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200929&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride, Billionaire's Wife
My rehearsal dinner was meant to be the perfect prelude to marrying Silicon Valley' s golden boy, Ethan Hayes. The chandeliers of the Rosewood Ballroom cast a warm glow, but a sudden, sickening thud extinguished all light in my world. Ethan dramatically slipped, hitting his head, and when his eyes fluttered open, he looked straight at me, his fiancée, with chilling non-recognition. "Who are you?" he asked, sealing my fate and public humiliation. My world crumbled around me as "transient global amnesia" became the official diagnosis, conveniently erasing me from his memory. My own assistant, Chloe Vance, became his unwavering shadow, her public concern masking an undeniable triumph only I could see. The wedding summarily postponed, I was left to contend with the cruel whispers that followed me everywhere: "He faked it," "She wasn't good enough." I became a ghost in my own life, a pariah in Silicon Valley, branded as "the girl whose fiancé conveniently forgot her." Was his amnesia truly an accident, or was it a meticulously orchestrated betrayal, planned with Chloe, to destroy my life for her own ambition? This agonizing question haunted my every waking moment, fueling a silent despair deep within me. Five years later, having quietly rebuilt myself and secretly married the formidable tech titan Liam Knight, I unexpectedly faced Ethan and Chloe again. Their arrogant smiles and disdain were still sharp, but so was my strength, forged in the fires of past betrayal. This time, our paths crossing wasn't a tragedy, but the precise moment for an unforeseen reckoning./0/83386/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202354&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twelve Years, One Stranger
On my 30th birthday, I stood in a grand gala, believing I was celebrating twelve years with Ethan, the man I loved, and his big project win. But my "celebration" was a pathetic banner and a wilting cupcake, while the main stage projected a smiling tribute to Ethan and his "brilliant protégé" – his intern, Madison. Ethan, oblivious, pointed to the cupcake, "Madison arranged that. Sweet, right?" His intern's "adorkable" hug felt like a trap, her eyes gleaming with malice. The betrayals escalated: abandoned on a dark train platform for Madison's "panic attack," our anniversary skipped for her "lost keys," and the ultimate insult – being asked to give her my concert ticket. The final blow came when Ethan, in a fit of rage, weaponized my deepest shame, snarling, "You' re just like your father, always putting your hands on things that don't belong to you." In that crushing moment, my twelve years of love for him disintegrated into ash, leaving behind only chilling emptiness and the realization he was a stranger. Ethan, full of arrogant certainty, winked, "Give her a week. She' ll come crawling back." He had no idea I'd just accepted a promotion to Program Director of my non-profit' s international branch – in London. I quietly packed two suitcases, deleting him from my life as I hailed a taxi to Logan International. When he frantically called, yelling, "What is wrong with you?", I simply said, "It's over," then blocked him and turned off my phone, finally free. But my past wasn't quite done with me, and soon, Ethan and Madison would confront a terrifying truth that would change all our lives forever./1/112501/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e116e8229b92f7f3d8799d78f2889f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You
"Raise your butt." Moisture pools from my clit at his request. He plunges his finger into my wet folds. I moan loudly, gripping the sheets as he stretches me. He parts my legs and thrusts his cock inside me. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me to my limit. "So fucking tight," his raspy voice purrs in my ear. My head spins, as I let out a scream of pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, the size threatening to tear me apart. My pussy feels filled, and I sink my fingers into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, claiming every inch of my body. *** "You'll never have my love!" Alpha Aiden Draven growls, his eyes burning with hatred. But every time Vera Vale tries to walk away, he drags her back into his arms like letting her go would destroy him. She is the traitor's daughter, the cursed girl who should have died years ago. Here's the cruel part: Alpha Aiden is Vera's mate, but he doesn't feel it. He despises her, and every time they meet he loses control. And why does he protect her when every instinct tells him to let her die? Then Vera's world shatters when ancient enemies start hunting her. And a monster hidden in her blood wakes up... Every secret points to one terrifying truth: Vera was never meant to belong to the werewolves. Now two powerful Alphas want her for different reasons. One wants to possess her. The other wants to destroy everything she loves. As war between vampires and werewolves gets closer, Vera has to figure out who she is before the darkness inside her consumes them all. Because if she chooses the wrong side... She'll become the weapon that ends an entire race./0/82948/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201519&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Reject You
I woke up with a gasp, my head pounding, in Ethan Reed's opulent penthouse. Another one of his infamous parties, and he was slumped, reeking of alcohol, calling out someone else' s name. Then he mumbled, "Call… call my angel. Call Chloe." My blood ran cold. This was it. The exact moment. The one I' d lived and died to escape. In my first life, my stupid, desperate love for him – my guardian – led me to seize his drunken vulnerability. That night, I "comforted" him. It led to a scandalous pregnancy, a forced marriage, and his true love' s death in a car crash on our wedding day. Ethan blamed me for everything. He transformed into a monster, and when I went into labor, he watched me bleed out, whispering hateful words as I died. "This is for Chloe," he' d hissed. I spent my entire previous life trapped, tormented, and discarded for a love that was a lie. How could I have been so blind, so foolish? The injustice of it burned. But this time, I was lucid. This time, I had my memories. My hands were steady as I reached for my phone, found Chloe Vance's number, and pressed call. This time, I wouldn't seek his love. I would shatter his perfect life and gain my own freedom./0/86907/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea2393805bc96447cef8c8e01f50eee3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelty, Her Rebirth
I died once, charred by the flames that consumed me in a house set ablaze by the man who vowed to destroy me. On his 23rd birthday, I was reborn back to a day they called the "blind pick," where 20 women vied for the chance to become Ethan Thompson' s wife. In my past life, I drew the red card, believing it a fairytale beginning, only for Ethan to blame me when his true love, Scarlett, died in a car accident he barely remembered. He never believed me, never listened, his hatred burning hotter than any love we once shared. He dragged me into our home, his eyes filled with terrifying darkness. "You took her from me," he whispered, tightening his hands around my throat. "Now I'll take everything from you." He beat me, doused the room in gasoline, and watched with twisted satisfaction as I burned, branded a murderer and unloved. Reborn, I found Scarlett, the true manipulator, still alive, ready to claim Ethan' s love. I avoided the red card that day, trying to escape a cursed fate Ethan, still the monster, forced me on my knees, made me watch him brutally murder my beloved dog, Sunny, and then cooked it for me to eat. He coerced me into donating my kidney to Scarlett, claiming I owed her, all while Scarlett and her mother, Maria, gloated about their deception, admitting they engineered every twisted event after my original death. Why did they do this? How could Ethan be so blind, so cruel, after I saved his life? But this time, I wouldn't be a victim. I signed the organ donation papers, but my escape was already in motion, orchestrated by my family and a forgotten friend./1/126326/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1a980f1ba75a0a08acd945e06756e00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With My Unknown Mr. Hockey
I was two years into a contract marriage with Caleb Kensington, a billionaire I had never even met, just waiting for my five-million-dollar divorce settlement to finally escape my toxic family. But just three months before the divorce, I was drugged at a party and woke up in a hotel bed next to a strange, muscular man. Terrified of losing my settlement due to a strict fidelity clause, I fled in a panic, accidentally taking his custom-made shirt. The very next morning, my monstrous mother-in-law stormed into my apartment, found the shirt, and publicly humiliated me as a cheating, gold-digging whore. My greedy father and stepmother then cornered me, threatening to stop paying my sick mother's hospital bills if I didn't crawl back and beg the Kensingtons for forgiveness. I was violated, slandered, and pushed to the absolute edge by the people who were supposed to protect me. Desperate to make my family back off, I threw out an impossible bluff. "I'll only go back if Caleb Kensington comes to get me himself." I knew the notoriously ruthless and reclusive billionaire would never show his face for a fake wife like me. But that night, a black Bentley pulled into my driveway, and the man who stepped out to tear up my divorce papers was the exact same stranger from the hotel room./0/80846/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194325&imageMogr2/format/webp)
