Novel & Cerita Best Adult Romance Novels

In its place was something permanent. He kissed me, thorough, claiming, full of promise and started moving again, slow and deep, as the city lights glittered beyond the glass. On his desk, in his office, with his cum already leaking out of me and more on the way, the fake relationship finally, completely, ended. And something real took its place.

The dishes shattered on the hard tile floor just as Kelly was rocked by a tumultuous orgasm. Lifting her head up from between her mom's legs, a whimsical Julie commented, "I guess some orgasms instead of being earth shattering like you read about in those trashy romance novels are . . ." She paused, glancing at the mess on the floor, "dish shattering." "Hey, I like those trashy romantic novels little girl," Kelly replied as she lifted her naked body off the kitchen table.

"It's just this once, and it's the weekend. I already slept at your place, so why don't we both feel good?" It was hilarious how much rationality she was putting into this. Katharina's triple IQ was at work, and gazing at him under her long lashes, she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper, parting her lips, "You teach Romantic Movement. Isn't it about not letting society dictate what we should do? I'm twenty-five, and you already jerked off with my panties." And he could say something else, she pulled down his underwear, her nipples hardening as he sprang out hard, thick and fucking long.

“Not yet, Miss Laurent. But I will be your guide. Your mentor. And you will follow my instructions to the letter.” Elise nodded, unable to speak. “Good.” He moved back behind his desk and sat down, picking up a fountain pen. “We will meet here, in my office, every week at nine o’clock sharp. For privacy.” He scribbled something on a notepad and tore off the sheet, handing it to her. “Here is your first assignment. I expect it on my desk by next week.” Elise took the paper with shaking hands. It was a list of texts, all on the subject of BDSM. The top one was entitled “The 120 Days of Sodom” by the Marquis de Sade.

Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor. I had an idea of what Bernard had done. More than once, Bernard had tried to charm me, telling Francis he would give up some turf if I joined the Collins family. However, I knew it was not about romance. To guys like them, power was always more important than love. Bernard must have made another play for me. Francis, with his crazy need to keep me, would never let me go. I knew how this would end. "Mr. Collins has been kind to you," Nora murmured. "He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away."

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on. There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after.