Clean Regency Romance Novels & Stories

‘Permanent union… No right to annulment… Bound by law… Her vision blurred as anger surged through her veins. Her fingers tightened around the paper before she shoved it back at him. “You’re insane if you think I’m signing this. Her voice shook, but she forced herself to stand tall. “Alex—Alex will take me back.” Silence. Then, a low, cruel laugh. Aaron smirked, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Alex?” he echoed, his voice dripping with mockery. “You think he wants you back? He leaned in, his presence suffocating. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but nobody is coming for you.

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“Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to stop. Even if you beg me later, I won’t be able to stop. So don’t make me regret this.” I was trying to be a gentleman, even though every nerve in my body screamed for more. My thoughts were clouded with dirty, wicked fantasies, and I knew they’d become reality if Katniss didn’t stop me. “Touch me, please. I want you,” she whispered. “Fuck!” Without thinking, I scooped her up in my arms, her yelp of surprise muffled by another kiss. My legs carried us both toward the bed as our lips moved in sync, desperate to keep the connection alive. Her hands gripped me tighter, and my heart pounded in my ears.

Daniel asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I grinned mischievously. "Oh, I have a few ideas." Daniel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell." I leaned in, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Let's just say...we're going to make Alex very unhappy." Daniel's eyes widened in surprise, but then he laughed. "I'm in." With our visas in hand, we finally left the state and embarked on a romantic getaway to a beautiful beachside resort. The warm sun on our skin, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the stunning scenery all around us made for a perfect setting to rekindle our love.

I opened my mouth to argue, but that damn smirk of his, that stupid crooked smile, knocked the words out of me. He took another step closer. I moved back, and my back hit the brick wall. Regan leaned in, his lovely perfume flooded my senses. I should’ve pushed him. But I didn’t. His lips met mine before I could gather my thoughts. I kissed him back. God help me—I kissed him back. And for a second, I didn’t care about any other thing. All I cared about was pleasure.

I tried to summon my wolf, to shift and fight, but the connection felt muted—as if cotton had been stuffed between me and my inner beast. “Get away from me,” I warned, though my voice lacked strength. “Now, now,” he chided, grabbing my arm. “That’s no way to speak to an ally. Let’s find somewhere more private to discuss our…arrangement.” I struggled weakly as he dragged me from the bathroom into a service corridor. My feet stumbled beneath me, refusing to obey my brain’s desperate commands. “No one rejects me,” Reginald growled. “Especially not some upstart female who’s forgotten her place.”

But here was Regina acting as though she just kissed a mouse, even though I remembered how she had willingly let me slide in my lips without resistance. Speaking of my fianceé... My eyes darted around, taking in the ladies who stood close to us. She wasn't there. Neither was she at our table. "Are you sure you guys aren't a couple?" The uniformed lady dragged me out of my mini-survey. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Regina shook her head, waving her hand away. "Nah! He's engaged." She said the last part, fixing a glare at me for a couple of minutes before walking off, abandoning her chocolate cupcakes.

Now, I felt only ice. "Take your hand off me," I said softly, "before I make you regret that, too." He didn't let go. "I made a mistake. I was wrong. Just—let's talk." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Talk?" I leaned in, close enough that he could smell my perfume—something expensive and foreign. "You should have thought about talking before you signed those papers, Julian. Now? I don't want your words. I want your empire."

His head dipped toward her as he spoke softly. I couldn’t see her face. But I heard him. “V,” he murmured. The same tone he used with me. My world shattered. I turned and walked away before he could see me. ******** Val did not come in that evening. Javier did not return home. My calls didn’t go through. So I called Riley and I broke. I told her everything. The hotel, the condom, the hospital, the nickname. There was silence. And then… “Alice?” Greg’s voice cut in.

across the street, on the roof of the Meridian Tower, a figure standing completely still, looking directly at my building. Draven. My phone rang before I could decide what to feel about that. "This is harassment," I said when I picked up. "This is romance." His voice was low, a little amused, the voice of a man who had decided how this story ended and was simply waiting for me to catch up. "There's a meaningful difference." "Romance is dinner and a movie." "That's boring, and you know it, and you would hate it." A beat. "You're wearing my necklace."