Abusive Romance Books Novels & Stories

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

The moment the door clicked shut, Damien exploded into action. He rolled his chair back, yanked me out from under the desk by my hair, and shoved me face-down onto the desk again. “You dirty fucking girl,” he snarled, slamming back into my soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. “Sucking my cock while your sister was standing right there. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes!” I cried out, no longer needing to be quiet. “I loved it— fuck me harder, Damien!” He railed me like a savage, hips snapping forward with punishing force. The desk slammed against the wall with every thrust. He spanked my ass hard, over and over, leaving red handprints.

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?

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

I kicked backward, my heel connecting with his shin, but it only made him growl louder, his free hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back. “Resist all you want, Elena. It only makes it harder for you.” “Please,” I whispered again. He said something low and furious that I couldn’t fully hear, his breath hot against my ear as he lay right behind me. I whimpered, shaking my head, but my body betrayed a flicker of curiosity. It couldn't be. I was innocent, untouched, raised to be proper and pure. “Vincent, no! I don't want this” But even as I cried out, he did not listen and made his way with me right there on the desk.

“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?

Aubrey looks up at me with a small smile. “Hello.” “What, I don’t even get a hello hug?” “No, sit down or go away.” Why does she insist on pretending she doesn’t want me around? I nod and sit across from her. Aubrey sets her book down. I take a peek at the cover. There is a shirtless guy with a tie around his neck and a woman in front of him in a white dress shirt, only a couple of buttons fastened. It must be one of those steamy books she is reading. I find it interesting. I didn’t think it would be her thing. I don’t comment on it.

Feeling unsatisfied, the host asked a follow-up question, “Miss Williams, can you tell us why? Did your previous marriage leave you with some psychological trauma? Were you bullied by your mother-in-law?” Christina shook her head and spoke calmly, “Sorry, but I don’t want to talk about the past.” She did not say it, but Ariel could not help but interject in a small voice. “Bullied? It was more like abuse!” Although Ariel’s voice was not loud, everyone heard her clearly as there were only a few people in the studio. The host exclaimed in surprise. “Abuse? I really didn’t expect that there would still be such a spiteful and vicious mother-in-law in this civilized era of law and order!”