Angst Cheating Romance Books Novels & Stories

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Finally, Lacey had no choice but to instruct Adrian to go. "Adrian, go buy me a box of birth control pills. We might need them tonight." ... Adrian's clenched fists cracked at the knuckles. Not a single person in this group had a shred of decency. He had seriously underestimated Lacey. They had known each other for three years, and she had always struck him as the picture of innocence — a sweet, well-behaved girl. She used to say that cheating was the one thing she despised most in this world. But her mouth said one thing while her heart believed another.

The screams and shouts were interspersed with the sounds of people slamming their hands on the table and glasses shattering. It all came together in a deafening roar. My wife, Whitney Stuart, shoved Zach Green, her assistant, away hard. Her face turned deathly pale for a split second before turning red with fury. She pointed at me, her finger trembling. "Simon Lockwood! What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you cheat on me right to my face? Let go of her! Let her go right now!" Zach looked just as shocked and infuriated. Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight.

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

"I'm just straightforward about what I want and need. My mate cheated on me, and the best-looking men are at my club. But if the owner starts grinding on some random guy, it wouldn't reflect well on the place, would it? Besides, finding boys is easy, but finding a man... that's rare. So here's the deal—you're my safest bet. If you fuck me, maybe I can get Ryan out of my system and avoid being just another heartbroken woman." I pressed myself against him, the warmth of his chest melting against my own. His eyes flickered downward to my cleavage for an instant, drawn by instinct before he forcibly tore his gaze away, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. With a deliberate swallow, he

at the burn of the stretch. Ron moved his hips around getting his knob to wiggle about in the tight entrance to Anna's butt, and she responded with another, "Oh, fuck!" She then added, "Can you see, Sammy? Can you see his fat cock stretching your wifie's little asshole? I'll bet you'd like to have your dick poked into Trampy's ass right now, wouldn't you? Well, tough shit ... so to speak!" she added with taunting laugh. "Poke me, Ron!" she then told him. "Pop your fat cock-head in and out of my housewife ass! Stretch my pucker and get me ready for a good hard ass-fuck right in my cheating hubby's face!"

"A woman like her? What the hell are you talking about, Mom? What do you know about a woman like Annika?" "A woman who would do anything just for money. She ran away years ago to be with a lover, Angelo. Don't tell me you're going to overlook that because she's back?!" she yelled so loudly that I had to remove the phone from my ear. "Why the hell do you want to get back with a cheater like that?!" "I'm not concerned about the past. If you think about it, I'm no better than her. I cheated on her while we were still married. I slept with Lissa while I was with her."

CONTENT: Cheating, sexual desires, missionary, cumming deep, cum. CHAPTER 1 My husband Graham was the first and only guy I ever slept with. When I was younger I had the notion pounded into my head that sex before marriage made me a terrible person. The idea definitely works for some people and in a way it can be kind of sweet to have your first time be with the love of your life. I found out too late that it wasn’t right for me though. To put it nicely, Graham and I are...incompatible in bed.

Everything kept circling back to trust. And how easily it shattered. She entered her apartment and locked the door behind her. Then, she double-locked it. Her sanctuary no longer felt safe. Later that evening, she shut her blinds and curled on the sofa, drowning in a bottle of red wine she hadn't meant to finish. Her phone lay beside her, open to Damien's contact. "You didn't lie... but vou didn't defend me either." She typed it. Deleted it. Typed again. Instead, she sent:

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.