Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

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.

Ronan barks then he slaps my tits and murmurs, “Dirty girl. You’re pleased you’ve got men twice your age jerking off, aren’t you?” That does it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me and it’s so good, I squirt all over the place, splashing the floor, the man sitting closest to us and ruining the table further. When I finally come down from my high, I see that the entire room is silent with shock and I freeze as well. I’m almost too scared to look down. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’ve ruined Ronan’s expensive pants. Damn it. I’m in deep fucking shit.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I could do that again—give control to the sexy, seductive man who was also protective and sweet—but what he'd done and said yesterday was wrong. Calling me a whore—expensive or cheap—was neither protective nor sweet. Mr. Demetri had no idea what had taken me to Infidelity. He didn't know my dreams or goals. My signing at Infidelity wasn't about money—not really. It was about the same thing as my dressing like a cheap prostitute. It was my refusal to play by unfair rules.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

Cheating on my mother and asking me to cover for him like it was just another favor. “You’re a disgrace to this profession,” I said flatly. His head snapped toward me. “What the hell did you just say to me?” “You heard me. A man is in there fighting for his life and you’re too busy planning your disgusting affair to give a shit.” He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I should fire you right here and now.” I didn’t flinch. “Except you can’t. Because you need me.” I paused, then looked him square in the eye. “You’re very pathetic.”

“No, no. Not for a thriller. I’ve been working on a different project, actually. A novel called The Girl Downstairs.” Her eyes were magnificent, as was her smile. “Oh my God! About Rosie? You’ve got the dirty bits in it?! Whoa, fuck. You have!” “Some of them, yes,” I said with a smirk. “But there is a lot more to it than those. Call it a forbidden romance, if you will. But there is a great amount of romance in it, alongside the filth.” “Holy shit. You’re serious? You’re going to publish a book about Rosie?!”

“Because I was afraid.” “Afraid of what?” “That the darkness still clinging to it would tarnish you. That asking you to wade into the financial legacies, the complex holdings, the murky histories… it would be asking you to get your hands dirty with the very filth you escaped.” He shook his head. “I wanted to build something clean for you. Not with you. It was patronizing. And it left a vacuum—a vacuum someone like Dominic thinks he can fill.”