Novel & Cerita Abusive Ex Romance Books

**** Author's note If you are here to read Pregnant for the bully, welcome. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a dark romance, it has sexual themes, and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again.

“Let you go? Am I the Loch Ness monster or something? Am I that scary to you?” Matthew glared at Christina. “I can’t love a man who has had so many exes before me. You’re so filthy that you disgust me!” “What did you say?” Matthew was only one step away from exploding in rage. The woman actually called him filthy! She said that he was filthy! Matthew furiously lifted his fist as he prepared to strike. Thinking that he was going to hit her face, Christina instinctively closed her eyes when she heard a loud crash. It turned out that his fist had landed on the wall behind her instead.

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

"And what about you? What do you need?" His eyes darkened. "You. Always you." I sank onto his cock, slow and deliberate, feeling him fill me completely. The water cushioned every movement, the heat amplifying every sensation. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. "I want to seal this," I whispered, riding him. "Not just the bond. But the end of all the old pain. The rejection. The abuse. I want to burn it all away." "Then burn it," he growled. "I'll be your fire."

"She’s upstairs in her big soft bed, dreaming about charity events and fancy friends. And down here? You and me. Finally." I ran my hands slowly up my own body, over my hips, up my stomach, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric, watching his eyes track every single movement like a hawk. "You want to know what I fantasize about most?" I whispered, swaying my hips side to side, slow and teasing. "I imagine you taking control. No more Mr. Nice Stepdaddy. No more rules. Just you… taking what you want. Because deep down… I think you love that I’m bad. I think you love that I’m trouble."

My skin burns and I can't breath. He presses his lips against mine, that same light in his eyes like the sun exploding from the clouds. “Erden? What’s this about?” The press of his lips against mine hit me with such intensity my first response is to pull away from him. I bring my palm up to his chest to shove him away, but when he kisses me gently, his teeth nipping at my lips, the sting of pain fills my blood with want like warm blood. A moan travels up my throat. My fingers curl, and I scrap my nails down his stomach, stopping at his belt buckle. Then I realize we're standing right outside, and this man has already fucked me, barely two hours ago.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

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“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?