Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

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,”

On the part of Emiliano Romero, love sprouted between them, they never left each other's side for a second, that is to say, where Maria was, Emiliano was, they were inseparable, although the important business was always handled by the Mexican. They stayed a few months touring the dark streets of the country, where the exciting and restless night, left naked the urban cultures, which like them, slipped in the dark, managed to open a hidden laboratory also under an old and historic church, Catholic, which showed once again the corrupt world institution, but that did not matter to these crooks, the only thing they considered was the Machiavellian secret that everyone shared in the dark soul.

“My sources also say that Sophia had flings with many of the local thugs back then. Come to think about it, she must be so filthy now after having sexual affairs with so many men!” Heather could no longer act dumb anymore. The revelation of Sophia’s disgusting past proved nothing but the fact that she was a filthy woman. As images of how Heather used to hold Sophia’s hand when they talked flashed past her mind, Heather found herself one step away from skinning herself alive. “What you just said… Is it all true?”

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. I heard the door open and then close. I couldn't tell how many men walked in because of the carpet, but I trusted my husband that it was only him and the man who was about to fuck me. A second difference from Eva's encounter, this man spoke. He had a deep rich baritone voice similar to how Eva described. He said, "Damn, it smells like slut in this room." I probably should have been mad or at least embarrassed, but his comment kind of turned me on more than I already was. Then he added, "The blindfold is a nice touch. I like it." I wondered if Eva had made up the blindfold part of her story or again, if this was a different man. It didn't really matter.

He was gone, but the shadow of him remained, dark and suffocating. For a moment, the fading scent of his cologne transported me back to the terrace at the Harrington estate, the night sky scattered with stars, his lips tasting of expensive champagne as he kissed me for the first time. “You’re extraordinary, Georgia,” he’d whispered against my mouth. The memory shattered with the metallic click of the lock sliding into place, fragments of that woman—that Georgia—scattering like broken glass.

“Take your priest’s cock in your dirtiest hole.” “Yes, father...” I moaned. “Clean up my dirtiest hole with your pure and holy cock... cleanse me deep, dear father.” My filthy words seemed to spark something inside him. He increased his pace, pounding into me fastly. I pushed back against him, moaning like a whore. He fucked me harder, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoing in the small room. I came again, my ass clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me.

Thick and heavy pressing against his zipper while he lectured. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and taste him. See if that brooding mouth could deliver on all the dirty promises his voice hinted at. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk. My panties were ruined now slick fabric clinging to my swollen lips. He continued the lecture but his eyes kept drifting back to me. “In Wuthering Heights Heathcliff doesn’t ask permission nicely. He takes what burns between them. Raw. Messy. Cum soaked sheets and bruises on thighs. That’s the kind of love that destroys and rebuilds you.”

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

The one I was least expecting to see. "Nicole Damian." My college crush. The man I'd been obsessed with for over the years, the one I'd written that ridiculously bold, drunken love letter to, confessing every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about him. I guess I'd always had this bad bitch energy simmering just beneath me.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests