Dirty Romance Stories Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

"It's just this once, and it's the weekend. I already slept at your place, so why don't we both feel good?" It was hilarious how much rationality she was putting into this. Katharina's triple IQ was at work, and gazing at him under her long lashes, she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper, parting her lips, "You teach Romantic Movement. Isn't it about not letting society dictate what we should do? I'm twenty-five, and you already jerked off with my panties." And he could say something else, she pulled down his underwear, her nipples hardening as he sprang out hard, thick and fucking long.

“I spent my whole life collecting things. Rare art. Companies. Power. But I’ve never found anything as addictive as the way you break when I touch you.” He didn’t give me a chance to argue. He lifted me off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me toward the desk—the same desk where he had claimed me just hours before. He sat me down on the edge, his hands sliding up the silk of my dress until they found the bare skin of my thighs. “Julian…” I gasped as his fingers found me. I was already wet, already aching for him. It was a sickness, a dark obsession that I couldn’t escape.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

It wasn't conquest; it was communion, his touch igniting sparks along her nerves, awakening desires she'd buried under layers of trust and betrayal. Memories of past affections paled, Thorne's caresses now mere shadows against this vivid blaze. Riven explored with a patience that built layers of heat, his lips softening then firming, coaxing responses she hadn't known she craved. Her fingers curled into his collar, holding on as waves of emotion crashed—fury at the lies, a tentative hope blooming in the cracks. The kiss stretched, time dissolving into the rhythm of their shared exhales, the car's gentle sway adding to the intimacy.

The threat was gone. And in the quiet of the first true dawn, in a small clearing where wildflowers grew through the ruins of an old altar, James laid me down one final time. Not in desperation. Not in battle. But in love. He undressed me slowly, reverently, kissing each inch of skin as he revealed it. I traced the scars on his body—from the wraith, from old wars, from the bond itself. Every mark was a story. Every inch was ours. He teased my clit with his tongue until I was trembling, wet, begging for more. Then he rose above me, looked into my eyes, and slid home with a sigh that was almost a prayer.

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I gasp at our closeness, I couldn't remember when did my body leaning forward into his. And again I gasp as the sudden feeling creeps into my skin when he placed his rough hand underneath my short dress. I try to pry his hand away but he grabs into it even tighter. His lips come in contact with my jaw and he gives me a wet kiss all along the way to my collarbone. "What are you doing?" I ask in a low whisper. Instead of an answer, a groan came from him when I realize that he had torn my dress apart revealing my almost naked form to him.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)