Boss Romance Novels & Stories

He was surprised and tense at first, but he eventually returned the gesture. "You're welcome, Rose," he softly replied. We pulled away after a while and told each other that we'd meet again soon. I sighed as I watched him ride away to the royal palace, wishing that we were courting or married so I didn't have to wait to see him another day… Hopefully, all of that would change. ***** Looks like Dimitri has a fairly dark past... Classic Rose is going to learn how to fight and defy all odds. Yay! Thanks for the follows, favs, and reviews! Feel free to let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Until next time...

Now her only hope was The Russians. “It’s important!” Stephanie nodded. Boris let out a deep heavy breath before giving an ordering nod to the man he was talking to before turning around and looking at the woman who captured his heart in his old age. Their relationship was forbidden but still they couldn't stop the desire of their hearts. “About What?” He asked coldly. He couldn't let his emotions win over his anger. “About Rose and VLADIMIR's marriage.” Stephanie sighed. “I see no marriage between them. They are nothing but two strangers.” He let out.

Once inside the room, he kicked the door shut behind them without breaking the kiss. Rosana was breathless and dazed. Her body ached for more than just his kisses and touches. It ached for him, all of him. She had waited so long, they had. Now, their bloød boiled under their skin, raging from months of starvation and fighting each other and their lips burned as they kissed. "Lay me on the bed" Rosana uttered breathlessly, breaking the kiss. "It is not in your place to give commands, Bambolina" Sergio growled and grabbed a handful of her a*s. He squeezed it tight, earning a low groan from her. "You forget this is a punishment"

He asks me in his deep voice as he pulls me even closer by his hold on my waist, his face touching with mine as he pulls the reins, making it run faster as a low gasp leaves my mouth. He is out his mind as I grab his forearm that is on my waist harder, trying to maintain my balance. His aroma of leather and something else is getting to my head as everything near us just vanishes, and it's only him. His aroma, his touch.... " Leonardo.. Slower..." I scream as all I could hear was the speed of the air. " But you weren't scared, Rosalina..." He teases me as he just speeds its pace. "You can't be serious." I scream as my hold on his arm gets harder.

Try something. I pressed my palms against my heated face. What was I doing? This wasn’t just complicated—it was wrong. He was married. My boss. And yet… every time he touched me, every time he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted… I forgot all of that. I forgot who I was, who he was. All I could think about was the way he made me feel. Desired. Seen. Ruined. My phone buzzed. I reached for it on the nightstand and saw a message from him.

he answered. "Andretti, I understand that you are trying to protect me, but I'm not afraid of your world, if we get married I want to know about you and be with you completely and fully. I want to face whatever comes with being your partner, Mafia man or not, I'm willing to take the risk, I really want to explore my feelings for you... and you have feelings for me too and now we are getting married, life put us in this direction, let's just go where this leads us. I see the good in you, the kind and gentle soul behind the hard surface, and I am choosing to be the one you trust, I choose you and everything that comes with you, that is my rule that we really try.... contract marriage or not to

Just satisfied. “No,” he said softly. “I’ll call you mama.” Her breath stopped. He reached out, his hand moving toward her neck. She flinched, but there was nowhere to go. His fingers hovered just above her skin. And then he touched her. The reaction was instant. Lucien hissed, jerking his hand back. Smoke rose from his fingertips. His skin blistered red, as though he had touched fire instead of a woman, then faded just as quickly. He stared at his hand. Then at her.

I nodded and then we began. Firstly, excessive touching. I made sure to always hold his hand and give him little kisses while looking to see the reaction of Vincent. Luciano made sure to give the same energy back, his hands as well as his eyes were all on me. To make it more evident about how much we loved each other I boasted about how incredibly happy him and I were, a match meant to be. It was all going perfectly. Bella seemed to be taking especially awful. She couldn't stop looking at me with evil intent building up in her eyes. She was upset. She was angry. She wanted him. But he's mine now. Mine. Not hers. And fuck was I happy about that. She had missed out on the better brother, and s

He has to be strong for her. — Chase stretched out his two hands after he completed the assigned task that his boss made him do. He then took his phone to check if there was a message from his boyfriend, but there was none. Chase is gay, but it's not obvious because he has a handsome body. He is tall, handsome, and has fair white skin. The curve of his face is so perfect, from his thick eyebrows to his brown dazzling eyes, to his high-bridged nose, down to his heart-shaped kissable lips, enough for the girls to fall for him. Unfortunately, he is not into girls.

he said again, voice breaking. I cupped his face. "Always." Our bodies moved together, the world outside fading into nothing. The fire crackled, the bed creaked, and our hearts raced in sync. For months, we’d fought to survive. Now, here in this cabin, we finally lived. Together. Forever. He was betrothed, My Billionaire Boss But right now, he's Mine.