Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

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?”

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

Julian gripped her hips, thrusting up. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall as Ava moaned loudly, “God, Julian… you’re so deep.” He flipped her onto her back, pounding harder. The wet sounds of their bodies, the creaking bed, and Ava’s cries filled the room until they both came. I retreated to my room, heart racing, body aching with a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and excitement. Ava was making moves on all of us and our dirty little secret was getting even dirtier.

How had he managed to quietly manipulate me over these last six months? As I finished my reading, I closed my book, set it down on my lap and stared at the cover once again: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice. I looked over at the clock radio and squinted to read the time- 2:43 a.m. 'Could that be right? Had I stayed up nearly all night to finish this book?

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

And as the wedding day drew closer I could feel the last real pieces of myself breaking away, scattered like ash from something that had already burned. Soon there would be nothing left but the perfect bride. The perfect wife. The perfect doll. Unless I found the courage to set fire to everything. ----- Miranda is the only person in this story who loves Georgia without wanting anything from her. Hold onto that. It matters later. -- J

“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.”

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.