Angsty Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited. “Yassy,” Devon murmured. “You love this, don't you? Do you know how long we have fantasized about making you our little whore.” “Oh fuck…Devon…please—!” “Please what? Say it.” “Please fuck me harder—make me come!” He slammed in, grinding his pubic bone against my clit. “I’m gonna come again,” I sobbed. “Then come, Yassy,” Hans snarled. “Come all over my cock.”

Aston's POV I shoved her against the wall, blind with rage. The thought of Max’s filthy lips on her, on my girl, was unbearable and infuriating. I rubbed at the hickey angrily, desperate to get it off her. “Did you like it when he touched you?” I repeated, scrubbing her skin furiously. She grasped at my hands breathlessly. “Aston, please…” She was pulsing with anger, but her body was angling toward me as if asking for more. Ever since I met her, I’ve found that rage went well with sex. Through the huffing and fights, we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Hard, and brutally. He crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that's fierce, demanding, and leaves no room for argument. His hand slips around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pouring every ounce of his anger and frustration into the kiss, igniting something raw within me. I try to push him away, but it's useless. His grip tightens, and instead of breaking free, I find myself surrendering to the force of it, melting against him. The tension I'd felt-the anger, the smug satisfaction-it all dissolves into a reckless, heady thrill that drowns out every logical thought.

She gently ran her fingers through her long, silky hair. Honestly, I could understand. Before that, her hair had been a complete mess. Who knew what she had gone through to end up like that? I pretended to just notice her rough hands and frowned in anger. "What kind of terrible job were those servants doing? Look how rough your hands have become, Ximena. Quick, use the hand cream I brought for you." I squeezed out a generous amount and carefully rubbed it into her hands. In an instant, her bark-like skin turned into soft, delicate hands.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.

The slaves gasped at my endurance, and I refused to lower the other knee. "Princess Miatta, isn't it? I have heard a lot about you and your legendary stubbornness, but alas, even your pride and your coward of an Alpha could not save your pack from our own hands. I promise to break you until you learn to respect your betters, until you will voluntarily kiss my feet whenever I am in your presence. "Never!" I swore, and I raised my head to meet her eyes. You may beat me up, torture me, but you can never break my spirit. I am a proud daughter of the household of the Black Fur Pack, and neither you nor your alpha can teach me any manners. "

he insists. These are my scars from cigarette burns. I’ve had them since I was eighteen. “It seems we’re not so different,” I say bitterly. “Is this...” He pauses. His expression darkens to fury. “Is that what I’m thinking? Who did this to you?” “I don't want to talk about that.” “Oh, baby.” He suddenly bends down and touches my waist, then starts kissing my stomach. “Brandon!” I hold his head to maintain my balance as my arousal increases.

That insane . "Angela are you crazy" I said to her tying to collect it from her hand before another person sees it . My cheek burn in embarrassment as the taught of wearing that in front of Mr DiCaprio and seeing his face. I have never worn anything like this before in front of my past boyfriends talk more of going further than sharing innocent kisses . "Samantha stop being a baby. You are a beautiful twenty three years old women and his high time you display this beautiful body of yours and drive a man insane." She said trying to boast my ego.

Too much chemistry, really. Nikki and Oliver had the volatile kind of chemistry. The kind that blows up and leaves the earth scorched. It had made for a passionate love life, but nothing comes without a price. And that price was usually paid in emotionally charged arguments. It hadn't been long before they mutually decided to end it and just maintain a business relationship.