Angsty Romance Books Novels & Stories

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

“And you’ve never called me that before. Not once in six years.” “I—I was angry,” I stammered, backing up until my ass hit the counter. Mark placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in. Heat rolled off his body. “Angry girls who forget their place need to be reminded.” His breath brushed my ear. “And I think my good girl wants to be reminded.” My thighs clenched. I should have pushed him away. Instead, my nipples hardened against my thin tank top. “I’m not your good girl,” I whispered, but my voice trembled with want.

❞ 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.

I glared at the man I thought I loved, my chest heaving. “I’m done,” I said coldly, turning on my heel. “Enjoy your secretary or whoever the fuck she is.” I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I jabbed the elevator button. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but beneath the heartbreak, a different fire burned hotter than ever. The image of Daniel’s cock pounding into her was seared into my mind. My pussy was soaked, aching worse than it had all week. Fuck him. If he could get his dick wet, so could I.

I lowered her, easing into her, until I was fully sheathed. She groaned. Her hand now free, she grabbed me by the hair and tugged back, drawing her lips away. "You bastard," she gasped. "Bitch," I growled. I pulled my hips back and thrust into her hard, pushing her into the wall, eliciting another gasp. I felt my own anger welling up inside of me. I knew I wasn't really angry at her, but she was the unintended victim of my fury. I slammed my cock into her hard, grinding against her. Pulling back, I did it again, even harder, doing my best to push her right through the wall. She gasped as if I'd struck her.

“First of all, this bar is only a few feet from my place of work and I wear contact lenses these days. I know, this is a great improvement from the shy studios girl everyone was used to.” “I have bent you over on this bar stool a few times since I saw you. I have rammed my hard cock in you and I really want to fuck you.” “I would really want you to fuck me as well.” “My place or yours?” “Definitely mine,” she answered with a smug look on her face but I did not give a rat’s ass. I was going to fuck Tiffany Collins and I was going to fuck her hard and rough.

She shivered but didn’t pull away immediately. “What the fuck are you rumbling?” she snapped, glaring hard at me. She shoved my shoulder, forcing space between us. “Get the hell back or back off, Jane. I am straight if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her words hit like a slap, but they didn’t stop the heat flooding my body. Straight, huh? Her flushed cheeks, the way her thighs pressed together, the way her eyes kept dropping to my lips said otherwise. I wasn’t backing down. Not now.

“It’s like the kiss reset everything back to zero.” “Maybe he’s embarrassed,” she said, unwrapping her straw. “Maybe he doesn’t know how to handle it.” I gave her a look. “Rowan Langston. Embarrassed.” I let that sit for a second. “The man brings women home on a Tuesday, Lyra. Plural. He is not sitting in his room replaying the moment and blushing.” She winced sympathetically and rubbed my shoulder. Then something shifted in her expression and she grabbed my hand. “I have more tricks up my sleeve.”