TRAPPED BY THE JANITOR: CLAIMED RAW BY THE MASSIVE MAINTENANCE MAN by Raven Kink

Emily Harper thought a leaky ceiling was the worst of her problems.

Until the building’s towering maintenance man, Marcus “Big Marc” Thompson, showed up to fix it.

Six-foot-five, dark-skinned, and built like he could break things as easily as he repaired them, Marcus has been watching her for months—the way her tight leggings hug every curve, the way her heavy breasts strain against thin tops when she bends to point out the stain. One “accidental” brush of his scarred hand against her body, one lingering stare, and the air between them ignites.

What starts as a single, reckless claiming on her kitchen counter—raw, bare, no barriers—quickly becomes an addiction she can’t escape. He finds her in the laundry room at 2 a.m., lifts her onto the vibrating machine, spreads her wide, and fills her again. In the dim stairwell where neighbors might hear every wet slap and muffled cry. On the rooftop under the stars, folding her into a deep mating press until she’s sobbing through multiple shattering orgasms, begging for his seed.

Emily tries to run. Tries to resist. But her body betrays her every time—clenching, dripping, craving the thick stretch of him, the hot flood of his release deep inside.

Now the test shows two lines.

Panic should win. Instead, something darker blooms: warm, liquid acceptance. She’s carrying his child. Marked. Owned.

And when Marcus steps through her door again, she doesn’t fight. She drops to her knees, looks up with tear-bright, lust-filled eyes, and surrenders completely—mouth, body, future—all of it his.

Some traps aren’t meant to be escaped.

They’re meant to be filled.

Trapped by the Janitor is a raw, explicit erotic novella featuring intense size-difference, breeding fantasy, power exchange, and relentless creampie action between consenting adults. If you crave shameless, sensory-rich scenes of overwhelmed submission and impregnation obsession, this one will leave you dripping.

Heat level: scorching. No fade-to-black. No apologies.