Dirty Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Respect during the day, maybe. He won't touch you I guess. But when the beast takes over? No lycan has the patience to stay calm for a human, Raven. Teaching the beast to be gentle is hard work. Most lycans don’t bother. Why would they? Their own females can take the roughness. They heal faster. They crave it. You? You’re human. You're soft and fragile. One bad rut and he could tear you apart without even meaning to. You would be bleeding, shaking, begging him to stop… and his beast might not listen.” She brushed a thumb across my cheek, almost lovingly. “If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. The

“Oh my god, Cas!” He hummed against me, the vibration making me tremble. “Taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” His hands pinned my thighs open as he devoured me, two fingers back inside, fucking me while his tongue worked magic. I was close again already, whimpering and grinding against his face. “I’m gonna come—Cas, I’m—” The door clicked open. Damien stood there, eyes dark with lust as he took in the scene. Me, dress around my waist, tits out, legs spread with Cas’s face buried between them.

“Your mother…” “I don’t care,” I whispered, stroking his back. “You’re mine now.” He kissed me again, slower, and began rocking his hips in shallow thrusts, the knot keeping us bound. The night stretched on with more—him eating his cum from my pussy, me riding him until my thighs burned, him taking me from behind while his fingers worked my ass open for future nights. By dawn, I was marked, claimed, and utterly his, the taboo only fueling the fire between us. The pack would sense it soon, but for now, all that mattered was the heat of his body and the promise of endless forbidden nights ahead.

The fire had burned low in the sitting room and we had been talking for hours, the conversation moving through the territory it always moved through between us, ideas and books and the underneath of things, and somewhere in the middle of a sentence he had reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with the casual intimacy of someone who had been doing it for years and had simply decided to start, and I had stopped mid-word and looked at him and the sentence never finished. What followed was nothing like the east wing bedroom on the first night, which had been tender and careful and weighted with the specific gravity of everything it represented, a woman thawing after years of fro

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She responded seductively, licking her lips and smiling at him, but it had no effect on him; he removed his gaze from her in contempt, his eyes softened as he looked at Inez, who was stunned by both… 'Who the hell is she and why did she touch me inappropriately, although I have to say she is hot as hell, and why did she call him daddy?' wondered Inez. Damien grasped Inez's wrist and pulled her towards him in seconds... Their bodies clashed, causing her to stumble on her legs due to the force he used... While she struggled and looked at that woman, he dragged her towards the enormous sized couch, his eyes never leaving her face as she was lost in looking at scarlet and it seems like scarlet w

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."