Angst Cheating Romance Books Novels & Stories

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

Cheating? Her stupid excuse to dump everything at a chance of a life with me. The bitch I fucked was my secretary and what was I supposed to do when Angel refused me any chance to her sumptuous body, and had the archaic notion to be wedded and wifed before any carnal knowledge. Who thinks like that in this 21st century? My Cock hurts staying up with no action while it needs to be tended to by something soft, warm, and delicate. “Don’t worry mother she can’t escape or run for too long she has nobody to run to soon she’ll be begging willingly but if she doesn’t I’d comb through this town and fish her out like a rat.” My connections run deep to give me my heart's desires.

Even when I cost them twelve million to fix. "I just hope he knows I'm a sick girl." The admission slips out, vulnerable and scared. My asthma, my anxiety, the panic attacks that still come sometimes when I'm overwhelmed. All the things that make me less than perfect, less than the ideal wife he's probably expecting. "He knows everything, don't worry." Her eyes don't meet mine when she says it, and I wonder what "everything" really means. Does he know about the scars that makeup can't quite hide? Does he know about the nightmares I still have sometimes? Does he know that underneath all the expensive improvements, I'm still just a broken girl pretending to be whole?

Also do check out my other books, all are COMPLETED: First Sokolov Brothers book: Bride To Be; My Boss Is My Tormentor; CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance; His Broken Princess; His Steel Princess.

Angel was my first love, and I wanted to ask her out, but she was unapproachable, so I didn’t, and after a while, I got transferred to another school. I met Anne again several years later in college and one thing led to the other and we started dating. I started liking Anne, probably because if the fact that she looked identical with her sister Angel, and so it broke my heart when I found out that she was cheating on me, and it got worse when I found that the person she was cheating on me with was Angel's husband. I found out about it when I saw both of them kissing in his car, at the amusement park, and when I confronted her about it, instead of apologizing, she broke up with me. That was a

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes including infidelity, pure sex scenes, dominance/submission, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for 18+ audiences only. If you’re sensitive to themes of morally gray relationships or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. 💮Angel💮 I couldn’t sleep that night. Not after his confession. Not after those promises he made, branding themselves into my mind like fire on skin. And to worsen it, he wasn’t with me. Frustrated and restless, I kicked off the covers and made the most reckless decision of the night. I slipped out of my room and crept toward th

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to betray my intense lust for her. She was just nineteen years old, I reminded myself over and over again. She was my daughter's friend! But then Angel was the perfect distraction I needed from all my troubles. I could lose myself and forget my worries while doing this with her, even if it was for a brief moment. I opened my eyes again and stared into hers. Damn. This woman knew exactly when and how to get to me, didn't she? She ran her nail over my lips. I found myself leaning in for another kiss, but Angel drew back, a teasing smile on her lips.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

He crushed his lips to mine, the whiskey on his breath mingling with the taste of mint and something darker, something raw. For a moment, I was lost in the sensation, my hands rising to his chest. But I'd no sooner made contact than he was pushing me away. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he snarled. “Don't touch me, unless I tell you to. His eyes blazed with a mix of desire and anger. I stumbled back, shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor. "I...I..." I stuttered, my cheeks burning. "You're playing with fire, Elysia," he said, his voice cold. “You have no idea how I can chew you up and spit you out, laughing while I do it."