Novel & Cerita Best Angsty Romance Novels

"You heard me, angel. I want your thighs around my head. I want to drown in you. Let me taste you. Let me ruin you." Jesus. Thank the goddess I read those dark romance novels. He leaned back, shirt straining across his chest, gaze locked on me like I was his final fucking meal. I moved. Slow. Deliberate. A sudden surge of confidence lit through me like wildfire, heady and intoxicating. If letting him eat me out like a dark romance fantasy was what he wanted—then gods, I’d give it to him. I wanted to give him everything. To show him how much I wanted this, too.

Ashley wrapped her legs as far as the bar let her and moaned into his mouth. “Yes, baby. Ruin me. Show me I’m yours.” And for the rest of the afternoon, the apartment echoed with wet skin, broken curses, and Ashley counting orgasms like a very happy, very messy scorekeeper.

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“Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers abruptly wrapping around her neck. He forces her to look at him, his eyes return to bloodshot red. His wolf had emerged. Angry and disappointed. “For the commander of the warriors, and a man rumored to be a showcase of great strength, You have a weak daughter and I am compelled to think that this is what you've taught her.’’ Her father's head remains cast down. Alpha Roman looks at Elena with so much revulsion. Just like her father often did. But there was a difference. His fingers around her throat don't only give her fear but arousal. That's impossible, right? How was it possible that a weak omega was p

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Up close, the man was so annoyingly handsome that I couldn't help but notice He was clearly years older than me, mature in a way that made him look dangerous, like someone who was used to getting whatever he wanted without asking twice. "You have a very loud mouth for someone in my room, little girl," he said, his voice deep, smooth, and chillingly calm. "I didn't ask to be in your fucking room!" I spat back, glaring up at him. "You dragged me in here! So let me go right now!" “Are you done throwing your tantrum?” he asked coldly, as if the fact that he was holding me against my will wasn’t enough to justify my anger.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

My pussy clenches hard around nothing and aching to be filled. His jaw tightens. Those piercing eyes narrow slightly, darkening with something dangerous. “Damien,” he corrects, voice dropping even lower. “You’re not a little girl anymore.” The words hit me like a physical caress. “You’re not a little girl anymore.” My nipples tighten painfully and fresh juice trickles down my inner thigh. I can smell my own arousal thickening in the air, sweet and needy, and I know he can too. His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and for one electric second, I see the Alpha's raw hunger in him flash across his face before he reins it in.