Abusive Romance Novels & Stories

She placed her hand on my face and cried, and I felt a sudden pang of guilt because she was suffering right in front of my eyes, and instead of helping her, I had always loathed her. "He started abusing me after a year of marriage because he enjoyed watching me in misery, but I never allowed him to touch you," She told me this in a stern tone, shaking her head. “Whenever I tried to talk to you, he always interrupted me and reminded me of his condition. I used to stare at you from a distance whenever you cried for me. He was a monster, Mia, and he had been torturing me for the past seventeen years." She clasped my face, her lips curved in a contented smile, and I just stared at her incredulou

I could easily replied ‘yes’ to scare him off trying to hitting on me but as far I’m concerned, I do not have a mate. The Alpha actually took as I don’t have a mate and he used it as a cue to start hitting on me in front of everyone like it was normal to them all. “You know if you don’t have a mate yet. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Me too I don’t have a mate so maybe the moon goddess actually wants us to meet for a reason. You too beautiful to not belong in my arms.” “Quit making my friend uncomfortable mr Dorian” Rena snapped.

“Go, or I’m gonna give you the biggest titty twister you’ve ever had before in your life.” My hands fly up to protect the bubbly jubblies. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she says, holding out her pinchers. I move around the front of the chair and through the space made by the coffee table. “Fine. I’m outta here since you’re going to get all abusive on me.” Mick is already at the door, holding it open for me. I don’t trust my boobage to the free air until he’s closed it behind me.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Only then did I finally pull back, lips and jaw glistening with her. She was panting, trembling all over, her eyes glassy as she stared at the ceiling like she couldn’t even process what had just happened. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking. “Told you. Nothing about that felt like a mistake.” Her chest rose and fell, too fast, too shallow. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Maybe,” I said, crawling back up to press a slow, filthy kiss to her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “But you love how insane I am.”

But she wouldn't tolerate hearing the man stylishly insulting Scarlett. For sure, he didn't like Scarlett, and neither did Scarlett—she never liked Mr. Rizzo. She said the way he looked at people gave her chills. Abigail didn’t care. She was tired of scraping by—tired of pretending she was safe when they both knew safety was an illusion. "We are not just typical business people. We are part of the Russian Mafia, and we are the Morano crime family." As he said this, a sly smile spread across Abigail's face as she crossed her legs.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I tamp down a groan. Can’t he just take the high road and pretend that all I want is hot sex with a stranger? Okay, in this case, it was hot sex with three strangers. Still. Why can’t he kill me with embarrassment, rather than torment me with a dangerous reality I can only escape if he follows through on his end, if I satisfy him enough so that he enters that very final Transaction Completed status on the app? Because he’s fucking Jameson Richards.