Dirtiest Romance Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I gasped, clutching the edge of the desk as he lined himself up, teasing and torturing me. He met my eyes, wild and dark and full of something I’d never seen before—love and ruin, worship and despair. “I’d burn in hell for you,” he whispered, voice trembling with the truth. “I’d give up everything.” Before I could reply, he drove into me in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt, filling me so deep I thought I’d break. I cried out, biting my fist, the sound muffled, but still echoing in the cramped office.

“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!”

She asked herself inwardly. Oh crap that!! Antonio has lots of women in his life, lots of women he sleeps with. Most especially at his strip club, there he gets to meet tons of ladies but none could satisfy him like she did. Antonio had told her so himself, that she's the best pussy he's ever tasted. And that's why he kept coming back to have sex with her even while his wife was still alive. And Margaret was still very much okay with the fact that she's Antonio's best sex doll and didn't mind the other ladies flocking around him.

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.

You know the reason why, My subconscious replied, You broke her heart, Nikolai, You screw up big time. Whatever I said to her rushed to my mind. “Poor Julianna,” “You are so pathetic,” “You are nothing but a whore, Miss Julianna,” “You are one of those Whores, I fuck and throw,” “What made you think you are any special to me?” “Bitches like you don’t deserve my kindness,” “Sluts like you deserve this, Julianna,” “Sluts like you should be bent down and fucked from behind, you don’t deserve lovemaking… Bitches like you deserve punishments,”