Best Steamy Fantasy Romance Novels

My entrepreneur boyfriend and I had been living in a tiny rental, eating bread every day. Then one day, I saw his name on the Young Entrepreneurs List. Not only was he the CEO of my company's biggest competitor, but he was also worth over 100 million.

"Sign the divorce, Eliana. And I will add two zeros to the settlement check." My husband of two years, Calvin Franco said as he threw the divorce papers in front of me as I sat flipping through a magazine. Little did he know, I was the heiress of a multi-billion-dollar company. I make more than he has ever made in his life, in just one week. And when he finds out, he will surely regret looking down on me. The only thing that worried me most was my best Friend Brooks finding out. I had made a bet with him before I married Calvin, and if Brooks finds out I'm getting a divorce from Calvin, it means only one thing- Calvin's career is about to be abolished.

I spend three torturous years in a dark underground cell after taking the fall for Cole Greyhouse, a member of the nobility. He once held my hand tightly and tearfully promised that he would wait for me to return. Then, he would take my hand in marriage. However, he doesn't show up on the day I'm released from prison. I head to the palace to look for him, but all I see is him with his arm around another woman. He also has a mocking smile on his face. "Do you really think a former convict like you deserves to become a member of the royal family?" Only then do I understand that he's long since forgotten about the three years he was supposed to wait for me. I'm devastated, and my heart dies. I accept the marriage my family has arranged for me. On the big day, Cole crashes my wedding with his comrades and laughs raucously. "Are you that desperate to be my secret lover, Leah? How dare you put on a wedding gown meant for a royal bride to force me into marriage? You're pathetic!" Just then, his uncle, Fenryr Greyhouse, the youngest Alpha King in Lunholm's history, hurriedly arrives. He drapes a shawl around my shoulders and slides a wedding ring onto my finger. That's when Cole panics.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING!: Explicit sexual content.This collection is a backstage pass to the darkest, wettest fantasies you only touch yourself to at night. Lesbian taboo and forbidden relationships. Power imbalance. Mafia. Enemies. Boss/employee. Professor/student. Threesome. Gangbang pairings. Praise Kink. Degradation. Age gap. Brother-in-law. Father-in-law. Stepdaddy. Rough sex. Multiple partners. Stalking. Morally grey switchovers. Control shifts. "That's it baby. Spread those pretty thighs wider and take every inch of my cock like the desperate little cumslut you were born to be." If you're a good girl, close this book now. Forget everything about sweet tame romance. This is pure, filthy, depravity. The kind of raw, sweat-soaked taboo that makes your pussy throb and your panties ruined. Consider this your final warning. This book is explicit as fuck. soaked in vulgar dirty talk, choking, and filthy-mouthed whores who crave being used like disposable cum-dumpsters. If you can't handle stories drenched in rough tabbo kinks, close it now. But if you're ready to get completely wrecked. If you're aching to feel like a used-up little slut, then turn the page. Read alone or with your little toy. You've been warned. (All characters in this book are over 18)

Elara Hayes devoted her entire life to saving people, firstly, when she was the life-long blood donor to her ailing husband, and secondly, when she gave up her unborn child to save her husband. But she got betrayal in place of gratitude. Damien divorced her, humiliated her and married his best friend. Elara is heartbroken and homeless and she takes refuge with Adrian Cole, the best friend of Damien. A single night of weakness unites their destinies forever, yet the past of Adrian comes back with a vengeance, taking Elara into the new charges, deception, and a scandal that breaks her life once again

Cindy Chase always claims that we're the best of friends, but she lies and says she's out shopping with me when she's actually on a date with someone. She takes her husband's money to help her family but tells him she's lending me the money so I can buy luxury items. She cheats on her husband with her first love because she can't resist him and contracts an STD. Then, she throws me under the bus and says that she only got it because I made her wear clothes that carried the infection. Later, her in-laws come knocking on my door. They break my ribs and watch as I die from the pain!

When I caught my best friend having an affair with my boyfriend , I didn’t react , I only left the scene acting like all was fine . No one consoled me for the pains and the betrayal that I felt , they said I should let it go after all she was my best friend and I should be happy for her . Well, trust me I was . When her dad came unto me begging for just a taste of me , I wasn’t going to deny him such immense pleasure . I never wanted to be fucked , banged and treated like a slut by a man who was old enough to be my father , but then when this feelings that I couldn’t control kept coming in , did I have to give in ? I was nothing but a dirty little slut A bitch , that was what they called me , well I didn’t mind being his bitch as long as they were ruined .

She was broken. He was inevitable. Seraphine Ashton Academy Award-winning actress and America’s Sweetheart thought she’d survived the worst when she finally escaped her toxic, controlling boyfriend. But when Derek Castellan orchestrates her public humiliation at a film premiere, flaunting his new relationship in front of cameras and the world, Seraphine’s carefully rebuilt confidence shatters. Forced to attend an exclusive charity gala just days later, the last thing she expects is an encounter with a mysterious stranger on a shadowed terrace. He’s intensely private, dangerously perceptive, and sees past her celebrity facade to the wounded woman beneath. For fifteen minutes, Seraphine feels truly seen for the first time in years. What she doesn’t know is that the stranger is Damien Hale the world’s richest and most powerful man, a ghost in the business world who controls empires from the shadows and never, reveals himself to the public. And in those fifteen minutes, Damien makes a decision that will change both their lives forever: Seraphine Ashton is his to protect. He doesn’t ask for her permission to destroy her enemies. He doesn’t seek her approval to clear obstacles from her path. He simply declares with absolute certainty that she belongs to him and he’s willing to wait for her to realize the same truth he knew from the moment he saw her. Now Seraphine must navigate a world where the most powerful man has decided she’s his, where protection feels like possession, where surrender might feel like redemption. Damien Hale doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t compromise. He doesn’t fail. But for Seraphine, he’ll learn. Because when a man who controls everything meets the one woman he can’t control, the only question is: who will surrender first?

He is a billionaire. She is a billionaire. He owns the largest company in Las Vegas. She owns the second-largest aiming to defeat him. The media are aware of their feud/rivalry. They entered into a variety show for a "100 days marriage contract" to lean about each others weaknesses. And that's where it all started " I don't understand this new feeling" He said, drunkily. "Neither do I" She replied, pulling his tie closer so that they are just inches apart. Their lips locked for the first time

Overnight, my best friend became the long-lost principessa of the Toscano family. After returning to her family, she transferred all her villas and luxury cars under my name. Even on her deathbed, she made sure to hand over control of the family's dockside trade operations to me. However, I never once visited her grave. Three years after her death, I took her place as the true heiress of the Toscano family and married her former fiancé, Gaspare Volpe, the young heir to the rising mafia family in Damerelli, the Volpes. Everyone called me a social climber and an ungrateful traitor, but I did not care. I obeyed the womanizing Gaspare without question. When he called me to bring condoms for his hookups, I moved like my life depended on it. I became the laughingstock of Damerelli, someone everyone looked down on. Five years later, on the anniversary of my best friend's death, I slit Gaspare's throat at her grave. "From the very beginning, I came for revenge."