Angst Cheating Romance Books Novels & Stories

One hand gripped my ass possessively while the other tangled in my long dark hair. “Hard,” I gasped, biting his bottom lip. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you own me. I want to forget that cheating bastard completely.” Alex’s eyes darkened with lust. “Good girl.” He spun me around roughly, bending me over the back of his couch. My tight black dress was shoved up to my waist in seconds. He ripped my soaked lace panties down my legs, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy and making me moan. Without warning, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

“Then how can I believe you?” “I…don't know. But I have never lied to you.” My hands hang at my sides. What do I do with all this anger now? He knows I believe him. He can sense me breaking. I let him read me anyway. It's a contract. He doesn't love her. It's just business. This isn't cheating. This is… His fingers brush my arm, leaving a trail of burning heat up to my collarbone. He hooks a thumb under my chin, tilting my face to him.

Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like. My back arched slightly, my body moving toward him with the helpless totality of something that has stopped negotiating, that has simply decided. The warmth of him moved through my chest and pooled low and persistent and I made a sound against his mouth that I felt rather than heard, swallowed between us, belonging only to this moment and this rain-soaked overhang and the wet dark of a Pasadena street that did not know or care what it was witnessing

Before she could touch me, I stepped back and avoided her. "Jeremy, I know you're angry, but I can explain. Gerald lied to me. I'm innocent too. But don't worry. From now on, I'll only trust you! Let's get married. I'll be the best wife to you." She rambled on, trying to win my forgiveness. I finally lost my patience. I pulled Skye into my arms, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stiffened for a moment, her face quickly flushing red.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

She used to do make-up , prepare herself, wear sexy night gowns but everything was total rubbish to me . I tried to bear up with her for a while but when l saw Harriet the receptionist all my moods towards her changed . Everytime Harriet walked in my office in her tight short skirt , she could make it clear that she wants me . Everytime she walks in my office , she goes under the table and pulls my dick out . With her currently pleasuring me , l know it that l should feel awful for what I'm doing to Alexa but l don't . I was now obsessed with cheating and l caredless .