Diamondlee

A taste of the lustful, forbidden, and unhinged. A den of desires is a blend of erotic romance in different shades that are spicily crafted to make your heart race, to make your toes curl and blur the lines between fiction and reality. The more you turn the pages, the harder you have to clench those thighs together to stay in control. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS DARK MATURE CONTENT - extremely dark mature content. Highly rated 18+. Expect trigger content and hard-core explicit well described content. If you are not one to read dark romance, please reconsider trying this.

I am Hilary Mattel, the outcast who lives like nobody in her own home. I'm subjected to horrific abuse and mental torture by my step sister and stepmother, who can't stand the sight of me. They made themselves the thorn in my flesh, and my own father turned his back on me because of the collocated history he shared with my late mother. I had always longed to get away from my demonic family when I met my mate, but my hopes were crushed because he turned out to be worse than them. When I found out that I was getting into an arranged marriage to a poor man, I was broken, and that led to me seeking solace in alcohol and ended up in a stranger's bed. He made me feel what I had never felt before. He consumed me. And just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse after cheating on my mate, the stranger I whored myself to turned out to be Lucas Huntergrove, the ruthless and elusive Alpha, who embodied secrecy in its purest form. Now, I'm caught in a web of lies and deadly enemies. Will Lucas and I yield to the burning attraction between us, or will I be consumed forever trapped in his deadly web?

Daddy Issues Series Tagline: He was older. Forbidden. Everything I craved "You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" he asked, his eyes darkening as they narrowed on me while I swallowed hard, realising I had been backed up against the edge of the desk. "Yes," I answered, breathlessly. It should terrify me how much I wanted this man but I knew that I would burn for him if need be. One minute he was standing a few inches away from my face, watching me with an untamed want and hunger, and the next, he was clearing off his table in a clean sweep, spinning me around and my cheeks connected roughly with the surface of the desk, eliciting a loud moan from me. The rattling sound of his belt was what I heard next and I felt him bunch up my dress to my waist, exposing my bare ass, and I was so sure he could see how soaked I was for him from where he stood. Grabbing my waist roughly, his cock aligned with my wet opening and he plunged into me in one harsh thrust. "Ah!" a loud moan tore through my lips, tears of pleasure brimming in my ears as my nipples hardened against the material of my dress. He tugged me harshly by my hair, slamming into me. "Fuck, Astrid!" ••••• Clawing her way out of a toxic relationship that could be likened to hell, all Astrid Volkov wanted on the night of her twenty-first birthday was to be alone, but her loud friends found a way to drag her ass to the club where she came in contact with the mysterious older man, who appeared to be her knight in shining armour after he saved her from getting harassed. The connection they tried so hard to suppress fought its way out after a few drinks, entangling them in a night of unforgettable passion. Astrid could have sworn that would be the last of him, but this bitch called fate pulled its stunt once more and their paths crossed again, but this time, the tables drastically spun and she was quick to find out that the mysterious older man that gave her the best night of her life was none other than Jordan Remington, her father's long time best friend. The duo were hellbent on putting that night behind them, but Astrid's stubbornness and the sparks that still lingered from that night begged to differ. Was Astrid willing to screw all odds and go for what she wanted, knowing the risks involved? Was Jordan willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father? Book one of Daddy Issues

"So wet, all mine," He whispered into my ears, brushing my earlobe with his lips as he stroked my clit. I tossed my head backwards in pleasure, clamping my hands over my mouth when he tweaked my nipple, stimulating my pleasure. He growled. "Don't hold back your moans, Elarian. I want to hear you moan and I want this entire building to drown in your screams as I fuck you to ecstasy." His deep, dark, husky voice carried an air of dominance that had my core throbbing with liquid. "Fuck!" I moaned when he latched his mouth on me. ༆ A betrayal from her mate and her best friend tossed Elarian Jordan into the web of Aeros Hawthorne, the most ruthless, powerful and wealthiest Alpha, who's almost twice her age, resulting in a steamy one-night-stand. Elarian had never craved a man's touch so desperately the way she did his. Hence, the reason she signed a no-strings-attached contract with the devil, agreeing to be his pet. She was his to have and dominate anytime he wants, in return for a luxurious life but Elarian knew she wasn't getting in it for the money. She was willing to get entangled with him because of the mind-numbing pleasure that accompanied intimacy with him. A rash decision born out of an insatiable lust and the will to not want anything to do with love anymore. He was the perfect ruin but she would gladly burn for him. Two supernaturals, who sought solace in each other's arms to escape their demons. What could possibly go wrong?

WARNING: WARNING: This book contains violence, explicit words, and sex. Some words that might not be liked by others. Reader's discretion is advised. Liam Hallows was a beast that everyone feared, ruthless and filled with anger. He was born to torment his oppressors and hates the word mate or love. His ideal type is a one-night stand, fvcks, and never to be heard of again. What happens when Liam has a one-night stand with a girl who he accidentally imprinted on, a mistake he dreads his entire life? Nicole Mallory, the perfect luna who was loved and adored by all except her mate. She was forced to watch her mate have s3x with different omegas as a punishment for being given to him as a source to pay her parent's debts. Too much pain and agony had her drinking in the bar and ending up in bed with a total stranger who wanted her, but he was the same, exactly like his mate. Would Liam be able to win the heart of the girl he imprinted on, or would she be able to tame the beast that is ready to devour her?

WARNING: This book contains violence, rape, explicit words, and s3x. Reader\'s discretion is advised. I watched my family die in front of me, and I was dragged away, sold to the highest bidder. Sold to the Alpha who destroyed my world, Alpha Zane Mackane. Ruthless and Merciless I will make him pay no matter what it costs me, but fate had a crueller punishment in store for me. The moon goddess bound me to him. I am the mate of the Alpha I vowed to destroy. And then there was Alpha Easton, a warrior with a cause, a man who saw me not as a weapon but as hope. One heart. Two Alpha's. A war between love and revenge. I will choose my fate, even if it destroys us all.

Ashley Evaline Miller was your drop-dead gorgeous perfect girl next door. Decent, smart, focused and goal-oriented. She didn't have all the luxury one could think of, but she was content with what she had. Stuck with her self-acclaimed perfect boyfriend, whom she'd do and be anything for, breathing down on her neck and draining every ounce of happiness out of her, plunging her into an oblivious hole of darkness. The love of her life who has taken so much from her, leaving just the shell of whom she used to be. She'd stop at nothing to make him happy. Jaxon Arden Gray, The ruthless mafia boss with a face and body you could liken to that of a Greek god. He was every girls' dream. He has only ever cared about two things, money and power. That has been the core factor of what drove him to success, earning him the position of the most feared Mafia lord. He has lived a life without colour for as long as he could remember, remaining visibly visible and taking every form of escape his job has to offer, from the restless nights and his demons that sought to break him, guided by just one rule all his life. "Why get your heartbroken, when you can pretend like you have none." But, who was the man behind the mask he has worn over his true self for years? A mask that had taken so much from him, that he barely knew who he was anymore. A girl who would stop at nothing to prove her friends wrong, a man who just wanted to fill a void, collided with each other, resulting in one unforgettable night of steamy passion. What more could he possibly crave more than money and power? What more could she possibly yearn for, other than her self-acclaimed perfect boyfriend? What happens when a crazy ex comes back to claim what rightfully belong to him?

My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

My life with Ethan Hayes was a true New York fairytale. He was devastatingly handsome, a brilliant tech CEO, and our engagement was the stuff of lifestyle blogs and glittering society columns. I poured my heart into our eight years together, building a perfect future, a "Golden Couple" image people envied. Until I found the texts: "Can't wait until she's out of the picture for good. You promised." And then the photos, the eggplant emoji, the casual cruelty of a Cartier bracelet – "one-of-a-kind," he'd said – glinting on *her* wrist, identical to mine. Chloe Vance, an old college acquaintance, was his secret "escape," his "excitement." Not just a fling, but a long-term, calculated betrayal. He lavished gifts on me, charming me even as he publicly defended her, dismissing my concerns. He even gave his pregnant mistress his family heirloom, the one he swore was meant only for me. My birthday ended with him ditching me for her manufactured crisis, only for me to receive a photo of Chloe's pregnancy report. Eight years. A lifetime of promises. All built on his lies. How could someone be so utterly, flawlessly deceptive? My love for him turned to ice, replaced by a searing ache of betrayal and a cold, quiet rage. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I pressed call on Liam Walker's name, a man from a past I’d left behind, and uttered four words that would change everything: "Marry me, Liam." It was time for a reckoning. And I knew just how to deliver it.

My life with Ethan Cole, the charismatic tech CEO, was perfect. I was his beloved wife, carrying our first child, convinced I was the center of his universe. But when my father fell ill, Ethan disappeared from my life, only to reappear in a crushing photo: his arm intimately around my successful cousin, Olivia Hayes. My world shattered. The betrayal ran deeper than I could have imagined. I discovered I was merely a meticulously chosen stand-in, a grotesque copy of Olivia, the woman he truly loved. He even desired our child to have *her* features, a living link to his obsession. Every tender gesture, every shared dream, was a calculated lie, meaning my marriage, my love, and my pregnancy were all built on his monstrous deceit. A cold rage blossomed within me; how could I have been so blind? He believed he owned me, that I would never leave, especially with a baby on the way, confident I was a compliant fool. He was terribly wrong. I would not be his vessel, his substitute. When he least expected it, while he was still flaunting his obsession, I quietly underwent an abortion. Then, using his arrogance against him, I meticulously orchestrated my escape, securing my divorce and vanishing without a trace. He thought he was playing me; I showed him exactly who was being played, leaving him a devastating truth about his own making.

I returned to Arizona after four years, happily engaged and hoping to invite my guardian, Marcus, to my wedding. But I found a nightmare: Marcus was engaged to Chloe Davenport, my high school bully. He instantly dismissed my wedding news as a “lie,” blindly favoring Chloe as she systematically tormented me. He allowed her to frame me, forced apologies, and let her steal my cherished artwork. When I reported it, he quashed the police investigation, accusing me of “causing trouble” and confining me. His cruel disregard and blind favoritism was a profound betrayal. Overwhelmed by injustice, I resolved to cut all ties. I repaid every cent he'd spent, leaving a note: “The debt is repaid. I'm gone.” As I flew to Florence, Marcus’s delusion crumbled. He raced across continents, frantic to stop my Tuscan wedding. He burst in, desperate and tearful, only to find me radiant. Calmly, I revealed the three times I nearly died, alone and abandoned, after he sent me away – each time, my calls unanswered. My unwavering happiness with David, and the cold truth of his neglect, utterly shattered him.

*Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances. Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride. xoxo. "Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium. The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me. "Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly. He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear. "Come for me, bluebird."

My life was perfect: a star quarterback, engaged to my high school sweetheart, Chloe, and surrounded by a loving adoptive family who always put me first. Then Liam appeared, claiming to be my long-lost biological half-brother, weaving tragic tales that instantly captivated everyone around me. One by one, my adoptive mother, my three stepsisters, and even Chloe, chose him, abandoning me completely when a flash flood swept me away, leading to my brutal kidnapping and torture, which they dismissed as my own fault. Liam stole my dreams, my scholarship, and then my last chance to play football, while my family celebrated him as their new hero, claiming I was "not up to it." The ultimate betrayal came when he brazenly wore my jacket and used a precious, deeply personal memento, meant for the child Chloe had lied about losing, as a dog toy. How could everyone I loved turn their backs so easily, believing every lie from a stranger while my entire life shattered around me? With nothing left but the raw ache of their indifference, I walked out of that house and that town forever, determined to find a new life, far from the shadows of my past and the people who destroyed me.

"Maya, we need to talk about the Nova Fellowship." Ethan’s voice was smooth, but his eyes held a look I knew well before he asked for something big. The final interviews for my dream fellowship were just next week. He sighed, running a hand through his perfect brown hair, then dropped the bombshell: Chloe, the Harrisons’ "lost" daughter, suddenly wanted to apply. I stared, my heart pounding, realizing the application deadline had passed months ago, and Chloe knew nothing of astrophysics. He quickly explained they were making an exception for Chloe due to "hardship," courtesy of the Harrisons’ pulled strings. A cold feeling started in my stomach when he gently suggested I withdraw my application for "family goodwill." He squeezed my hands, urging me to "give Chloe a fair shot" because she was "fragile." I pulled my hands away, reminding him this fellowship was my entire future. He insisted I’d find other opportunities, painting my sacrifice as a "gesture for family." His words felt like cotton, trying to smother the fire of my lifelong dream. He believed this was reasonable, that I should sacrifice everything for a girl he barely knew, who had appeared out of nowhere. My carefully built world, with Ethan at its center, felt like it was tilting, as I realized I was just in the way. Then, he left me stranded in a furious Nor’easter, sick and alone, rushing off to comfort Chloe’s "panic attack." Weeks later, the Harrisons, with Ethan’s complicity, publicly branded me a plagiarist, expelled me from Blackwood, and stole my groundbreaking dark matter algorithm. I saw Chloe presenting my life’s work as her own, celebrated as a "rising star." My reputation was in ruins, my academic dreams destroyed, my love for Ethan shattered into a million pieces. How could Ethan, the man I loved, betray me for an imposter, and why did the family treat me as expendable after years of devotion? Publicly shamed, injured in an angry crowd, I truly hit rock bottom, lying feverish and abandoned in a hospital bed. Just as despair threatened to consume me, I remembered the private investigator’s card, tucked away in my wallet, leading to the biological family I thought were dead. That night, lying shattered and alone, I reached for my phone, found the investigator’s number, and made the call to choose myself and reclaim my life.

My sister-in-law was pregnant. She said that in our village, giving birth was just a matter of spreading your legs and pushing. But I was worried and insisted that she go for a check-up. It turned out that she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed a C-section to save her and the baby's lives. My nephew was born weak and sickly, and every time he got sick, my sister-in-law would blame me for making her go to the hospital and causing him to be born prematurely and injured. He grew to hate me and eventually killed me by poisoning my water. When I woke up, I was back at home and asked for my opinion on the matter. This time, I won't interfere. I want to see what kind of thing she can give birth to.

For seven long years, I, Ava Chen, willingly served as a human blood bank for Chloe Vance, the sickly heiress beloved by Ethan Cole, the man I secretly adored. My architectural dreams at Columbia were constantly sidelined, all for the unrequited hope that Ethan might one day see me. When Chloe desperately needed a life-threatening bone marrow transplant, I demanded Ethan marry me to agree, but during my near-death flatline, his callous words echoed: "If Ava doesn't make it, so be it." I jolted awake, not truly dead, yet Ethan's chilling indifference had irrevocably shattered my foolish, wasted devotion. Later, I was brutally beaten by Chloe and her clique, left for dead, and even then, Ethan ordered my critically injured body to be 'drained' for Chloe's blood. How could I have been so hopelessly deluded, so utterly blind to the callous man I loved, or the manipulative viper he protected? The stinging reality of his cruel pragmatism, repeated over years, finally pierced through my heartbreak, leaving only incandescent rage. In that moment of ultimate despair, a cold, unyielding resolve transformed me: no more sacrificing myself for them. I would reclaim my life, starting with a daring, unexpected act that would ensure Ethan truly received what he deserved, marking my definitive escape from their toxic grasp and a new dawn for myself.