Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

I’d told her about the run-in with my cousin and Julia, and knowing Hera, she had already picked out a dress for me in her head — a scandalous one, in fact, just so it could cause trouble. I threw my head back and shrugged. “I don't know. Honestly, I might not.” “No one would want to go to a botched bitch's party anyway?” She rolled her eyes. “Who even married her? Damien?” I let out a laugh. Stacey's reputation for whoring around spoke far and wide, so much so that it was comical to learn about her marriage. But she did wed a man who was as much of a whore as she was so... Austin Reeves. The bastard had hit on me once when I was still Mrs. Kane.

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

Damien said. Ethan smiled a little. "Several copies of both of you in that motel room and more. I have just enough to bury your firm and that your stupid little romance." He grinned. “Although, I'll admit that Damien does fuck well and this little slut moans are addictive too.” Anger flared in me at the derogatory term he had just called me. “Mind your mouth,” Damien snapped with anger. I held him back. “Calm your nerves boy,” Ethan said to him with a knowing smirk. “I can destroy you anytime I want.”

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Bright lights in different colors were everywhere, highlighting the beauty of the city. What had happened in the elevator at the company was the only thing on his mind, eclipsing every other thought. He’d never really paid attention to Harper and Lila, never even given them a second thought. He knew they were beautiful, of course, but workplace romance was not just his thing. Or romance at all. He was a workaholic who’d never been able to hold down a relationship for anything more than a month.

I again try to go past him but he blocks me. “Shelby” was all he said before cursing his lips to mine. He put a lot passion into this kiss. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. I could feel his hard length through his jeans and without hesitation I undo the button on his jean and lower his zipper. He lets out a groan and takes his underwear and pants off.

My mind screams no, but my blood says yes. God, if they knew… if they knew this is all I wanted, they’d never let me go back to being the sweet, boring bride. They’d see me for what I am: filthy. Hungry. A girl who wants two black cocks in her before she weds. I squeeze my eyes shut but when I open them again, the second dancer is already brushing the thick head of his cock against my lips. It’s soft enough to be mistaken for an accident, yet hard enough that I know it isn’t.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!