Best Bodice Ripper Romances Novels & Stories

His fingers splayed possessively over the curve of my hip, thumb digging into the soft flesh. "The bond," he whispered. "The pull." I wanted to deny it. I wanted to scream that he was a monster, a rapist, a kidnapper. But my body wouldn't let me lie. It was true. The pull was insistent, a magnetic drag in the center of my chest that tugged me toward him. My skin tingled where he touched me. My core clenched, wet and heavy, betraying my fear with a throb of need I didn't want to acknowledge.

Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.

Her body had its own unique language. She stood with a straight back and her legs apart and braced, a stance that added inches to her height. To Pip she was utterly beautiful, just his type. She was the hard bitch; the a****n. Like the girl in Terminator Two, or Ripley, the Alien’s adversary. She wouldn’t flutter or flirt, or play silly girl games, yet she wore a brilliant Russian Red lipstick on a mouth that clearly meant business. He wanted her so much he was aching.

Roxanne gave her the nickname, and the second it came out of her botox-filled lips, I hated it. She blinked. “I don’t do pity,” I added. “I do power plays. And this—” I reached across the console, took her hand in mine. She tensed. I didn’t let go. “—This is checkmate.” “You’re such a bastard,” she muttered, staring at our hands. I leaned in just enough to breathe against her ear. “Touch me again like that and I’ll make you scream my name loud enough for her to lose sleep.” She jerked her hand back, but not before her fingers curled just slightly around mine.

I tried to stay composed, but he was right—my spine was shivering, and my heart was hammering over the club’s bass. "Adrenaline," I forced out. I leaned back toward him just an inch. "Being this close to a man like you is... overwhelming.” His gaze never wavered. “I see…” he murmured, a faint, dangerous edge lacing his tone. “It’s rare to find a woman with such audacity.” I stayed silent, holding his gaze. He leaned in closer, the scent of Tom Ford Oud Wood thick in the air. “So, tell me… what’s your price for a night? A night with the Dunes Boss.”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

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"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

Then came the sharp *slap* of what sounded like a hand against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my already soaked folds and started rubbing in slow, desperate circles. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her — deep, hard, relentless. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.”