Best Romance Novels From Male Perspective の小説・ストーリー

Especially, the male leads would always be extremely handsome and the masochistic female leads would always tremble before them while being supposedly 'pampered' and tossed around on the bed by them. So, this novel had four important characters: the female-lead, the male-lead, the crazy ex-fiancee, and the villainous emperor. The villainous emperor was also described as cruel, cold, and devastatingly beautiful. I really hated it. I mean, why would writers always say that the strong characters would have super-cold air around them? Why wouldn't they simply call them walking refrigerators? Why would the male leads need air conditioners if they could always have cold air around them?

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“You gonna come first this time, captain? Or you gonna beg me to fuck you?” His eyes darkened. He squeezed us tighter, stroking faster. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll bend you over this bench again.” “Promises.” I leaned up and bit his collarbone, sucking hard enough to bruise. He hissed, but his hand didn’t slow down. “You like when I bite, don’t you? Big tough captain likes a little pain with his pleasure.” “Shit… yeah. Harder.” He ground against me, aggressive. “You’re leaking all over me, Riley. So messy. You always this wet for guys you hate?”

The darkest of black, but these eyes were not the ones I'd fallen in love with. They were cold. Empty. Hollow. Filled with pure hatred. “Damien, you're…” my words were cut off when another gunshot echoed loudly through the cathedral. The pain exploded through my shoulder before I noticed that he had shot me. Damien De Luca shot me. I cried out and stumbled backwards. My bouquet of flowers slipped out of my fingers and landed beside the bloody and cold body of Adrian. My white wedding gown was now covered in blood and dirt. “Ahhh!” I screamed as my eyes burned and blurred. I could see through it and Damien's dark, cold eyes staring directly at me.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

“Good girl. Take it all.” He pulled her up and impaled her again, this time face-to-face, slow deep rolls of his hips that built unbearable pleasure. Their eyes stayed locked raw lust mixed with something tender, dangerous. “I’m falling for you, Pera,” he confessed between thrusts. “But my world will destroy you.” “I don’t care,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as she came again, milking him until he filled her once more.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Something would definitely be bound to happen. And then there’s Adrian. If he’s the kind of man who always gets his way with women—the kind of "corrupt" boss who uses his charm to take what he wants—then the outcome is obvious. Judging from the way he handled me back at the mansion, the way he touched me and made my body betray my mind, I am suddenly sure he is exactly that kind of man. The thought of the two of them together, being intimate throughout the night while I was somewhere else, makes my chest twist in a way I can’t describe.