Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

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.

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

We cleaned up eventually, but the night blurred into more—her riding me on the couch, me eating her out against the wall, filthy words whispered like prayers. By dawn, we were spent, tangled in sheets that reeked of us. Her head on my chest, fingers tracing my tattoos, and I knew this was it—the dark romance we'd been destined for. Filthy, raw, unbreakable. And fuck, I couldn't wait for more.

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

It was not like she and Raj had ever really shared a great passion, certainly not like the attractions that she read about in her multitude of racy erotic romances on the e-reader that had been his final gift to her for Valentine's Day. Of course, Kirsty had never really experienced that type of passion or even witnessed it first hand. Her parents, their friends and even her own were all in relationships based upon shared values, interests and companionship. Certainly not the wild and tumultuous sexual attractions portrayed in her books about ménages and BDSM. The very idea of that level of need and surrender was both intensely attractive and petrifying to Kirsty.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”

He needed to take a shower and calm his head down to enable him to prepare for business and the hectic day ahead of him tomorrow. GEMMA After kneeling a while after Antonio left and willing the excitement in my pussy to calm down, I finally stood up. I was still craving Antonio's dick in my pussy. I still hate him, I don't think I can stop hating him but weirdly, I love the evil things he does to me. I love how he fucks me and was even ready to try out new things with him. I never expected him to fuck me in my butt hole as it was too painful, but then I was being punished. But strangely, I want him to fuck me there again despite the pain.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.