Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

“I’m sorry I ruined your dinner plans.” An evil grin spread across David’s face. “Ruined them? Not at all. In fact, having you full of my cum at the club will be even better.” “Club?” “Yes. Private, members only. It’s where some of the richest men go to indulge their fantasies and check out each other’s submissives. You will be the jewel in the crown.” David extended his hand towards her and helped her up from the bed. “I’ll help you with your corset.” He pulled her in against his hard body. “Trust me, Rosa.” He whispered the words against my ear making her knees weak.

(Impatient aren't we? "Mm-hmm." She ground into my hand even more. "Ho bisogno di una stanza privata." I informed Romano and he raised an eyebrow at me. I glared at him in return, before he laughed, directing me to one. "Thanks," I told him, leading her to the room, hoping I'd have an eventful night. (I need a private room.) I didn't fuck her though, not because I didn't want to, but because I just couldn't. My brain was consumed with that pest-like black woman. I hated it.

He stared at me, his eyes swirling with utter softness before drawing me in for a soft kiss, tears trickling down my face as he began moving slowly with soft cries of pleasure leaving my lips. Our sweaty bodies collided, our moans and grunts mixing all together, intense eye contact in between, a night filled with passion, intensity, and steamy romance as he took me countless times.

I mean home bitter home. Mr DiCaprio What the fuck the I just do? I ruined everything out of jealousy. There's no way in hell she will agree to be my lover on less....i- Nope that not an opinion. I have already blackmail her. Seeing her admit that she was that bastard lover and even admitting she like old men made my blood boil and my skin crawl. technically she's didn't admit she like her men old but she also didn't deny it either. I stomped out of the restaurant to my car as my driver drove me back to the office.

he asked. “I can’t have you taking it off premises so yes,” she replied. “I know you’re a quick reader.” Damien Black was a good author. He could tell from the first page. The setting wasn’t unique, but he could tell the author was setting up something that hadn’t been done before. The story was set in at a British university in the 1960s and depicted a forbidden romance between a professor and student. The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

The way she kept pretending she hated every second around me while blushing like crazy anytime I got too close. Adorable. And the fake dating thing? That was going to be entertaining as hell. Three months of messing with Mason while driving Chance insane? Yeah. I definitely won. I sped past downtown Ashford, the expensive buildings glowing under the night sky. Rich people loved pretending this town was perfect, but everybody here was miserable underneath all the money. Parents cheating. Kids doing drugs. Families hating each other behind closed doors. I really hate this town. But I think these three months will make it bearable.