Cyberpunk Male Romance Options Novels & Stories

All of my attention, so I worship none but her. That ’s what it would take for me not to be bored, I think, imagining my goddess and queen. For a woman to ensnare me. Hold me captive until I see nothing outside of her. But I don’t think a woman like that exists. I glance again at the female bodies flowing around me. None of these, anyway. They’re too tender — too immature — for such a responsibility. Loneliness wells up inside me. Dex claps my shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts. “Don’t worry, man,” he says, giving me a reassuring smile. “We’ll help you find the girl of your dreams.” He sits a little straighter, looking proud. Confident. “We’re

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you… I might even let this pass.” Hope flared in my chest. “Only on one condition,” he added. “One condition,” I repeated breathlessly. “I’ll do anything.” His grin widened, slow and predatory. “Show me your pussy.” The words landed like a whip crack in the silent room. I stared at him in disbelief. “S-Sir… you can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious, girl.” The dark amusement in his voice made my stomach twist. “Unless you’d prefer the other option — being thrown out onto the streets tonight, with a reputation that ensures no respectable house will ever hire a cock-hungry little slut like you again.”

In the brutal heat of a high rise construction site, 39 years old Foreman Marcus Kane rules with an iron fist and a body forged from years of hard labor. When 24 years old cocky new worker Tyler Brooks joins the crew, their instant clash of wills explodes into raw, forbidden lust. What begins as harsh discipline on the scaffolding quickly turns into secret, sweat-soaked claiming in cranes, unfinished floors, and locked equipment rooms. With the constant danger of falling from heights or getting caught by the crew, their taboo relationship pushes both men to the edge... power, jealousy, rough hands, and overwhelming need collide in the most dangerous workplace romance imaginable

I grunted. Liam looked up at me with his cock which was already hard laid back and leaking against his stomach. “Yeah?” He smirked. “If I am, take me then, Ryan. I need more.” “You bet I will,” was my reply before I kissed him deeply with our tongue fighting as I ground my hip down. Our cocks began to rub together when I climbed over him. The friction was hot and slick with precum, and the friction also felt perfect. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around the both of us in order to slowly stroke both of our cocks together with a tight grip.

Breathe, Kyrian," Luciano gritted out near his ear, starting to move faster. The rhythm was punishing. The bed frame creaked, a rhythmic metal squeal against the linoleum floor. Slap. Slap. Slap. Skin against skin. The sound was wet and carnal, filling the small room. "Mine," Luciano snarled with every thrust, driving deeper, hitting the spot that made Kyrian’s vision go white. "You are mine. Your blood. Your life. Mine." "Yes... yes..." Kyrian didn't know what he was agreeing to. He was just feeling. The friction was building a pressure cooker inside him. He was close. So close. Not yet," Luciano gripped Kyrian’s hips, bruising the skin. "We bond first." He leaned down to the junction of Ky

“Scared I’ll fuck it up again. Scared I’ll look at you two and remember what I almost destroyed.” “Then be scared,” Aiden said. “Use it. Let it keep you honest.” They sat in silence for a long time, the only sound the soft tick of the wall clock and wind moving through the trees outside. Eventually Marcus spoke again, voice steadier. “I’ve been reading. In lockup, they had a library. Found some books mafia romances, the kind with anti heroes and redemption arcs. Guys like me charming, reckless, broken who claw their way back because someone believed they could.”

No matter how hard I tried to think of something else, my mind dragged me back to the sight of him earlier, the way his shirt stretched over his chest, the warmth of his voice when he said, “No problem, aunty.” I reached for my phone, desperate for distraction, I logged into a p**n site where I watched two men drilled a woman mercilessly. A cock in her mouth and a cock in her dripping pussy ramming into her with rigor. I inserted two fingers in my already dripping pussy increasing the pace to match with the movement of the men cocks my moan filled the room but it did nothing to quench the fire of desire in me. A real cock is all I need. I tiptoed quietly down the hallway, my heart racing in

A neon sign buzzed faintly above the door: THE WIRE. Inside, the crowd was all humans—mercenaries, hackers, smugglers. The kind of people who didn’t care if their drinks were shared with monsters as long as the money was clean. “You sure your contact’s here?” Aiden murmured. “Positive.” Dante scanned the room until his gaze settled on a figure at the corner table—a tall woman with short silver hair and a cybernetic eye. “That’s Nova.” They approached. Nova looked up, smirking. “Well, if it isn’t the city’s favorite fugitives. I thought you’d be dead by now.”

The ice had started to melt, diluting the edges of it. “He doesn’t want me,” I said. The words felt like swallowing glass, but I’d had enough practice. “And he’s not my mate… what if he finds his mate?” “Men who don’t want women don’t look at them the way he was looking at you when you walked through that living room,” Cat said simply. “And we all know Nathan is wordless don’t worry” I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have anything left to say that wouldn’t either embarrass me or break something open that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight.