Novel & Cerita Chemistry Romance

“It was a drunken joke—I don’t even remember most of it!” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping toward her, “you remember me.” Rhian opened her mouth—but nothing came. The scent of his cologne hit her again, rich and dark, like midnight. Like temptation. Like danger wrapped in silk. She took a step back. “You’re twisting everything. I don’t love you. I don’t even know you.” Damon’s gaze darkened. “Love doesn’t interest me, Rhian. Not yet. Loyalty does. Vows do. And you gave me both.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

“You’re so dirty.” “Says the woman who thought her fiance was watching porn.” He was taunting me with his smirk, and damn if it wasn’t hot. “Why are you really here, Storm? If you want me, all you have to do is tell me. Since when did you become sexually shy? And since when did I turn you down?” I swallowed hard as if he had just read my mind. “Did you miss me, sweetheart?” Rome reached out to the strap of my lingerie, slowly running the back of his finger on my collarbone up to the column of my neck while locking his searing gaze with mine.

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.