Domestic Violence Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She didn’t even feel like seeing her boss’s face today. As she made her way downstairs, she remembered the very passionate night she had with Alfonso and how he pleasured her. He was a very good lover though but she could hardly forget the things he had done to her. Then again, she had come to realize that Alfonso was a man that loved doing sexual stuff. They had sex every night and even if she didn’t want to be a participant he would manipulate her body. There was also nothing to lose when she gave her body to him in actual sense he was her husband. She would only be hurting herself when he handled her harshly. Sex was now not so a bad idea to her.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

He’d put that on her. My blood shouldn’t boil like this. She’s his wife—his by paper, by vows, by years. And yet every instinct in me screams she’s mine. That he’d dared raise a hand to what I’ve already decided belongs to me… that violence should only ever come from me, and only ever for her pleasure. Never pain. Never disrespect. I reached out, slow, and let the backs of my knuckles graze the soft skin just below the fading mark. She stirred, a small turn of her head, lips parting on a sigh that hit me low in the gut.

“Your wife called three times while you were inside me yesterday. I heard you lie to her. Does that make you feel guilty or does it make your dick harder?” Victor pushed me against the car and slid his hand up my thigh. “It makes me hate myself and want you at the same time. This is getting dangerous, Irene. Your stepfather keeps asking questions about why I’m here so late. My wife is threatening to come over next time.” I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. “Then f*ck me like you mean it before everything falls apart. I need to feel you lose control again.” He f*cked me quickly, bent over the hood of the car, covering my mouth so I wouldn’t scream while he filled me up. But even after h

“If you stay on that list, you die. Like Mom. Like Sarah Chen. Like Maria Vetti.” “Who are they?” I asked. “Women who got flagged under 9.2,” Rosie said. “Women who are dead.” “Stop,” Dominic said. He pushed the blanket off. Swung his legs over the side of the bed. Stood up. Too fast. He swayed. Caught himself on the bedrail. His face went white. The bandage had a spot of red on it. Fresh. “You’re scaring her.” “I’m saving her,” Rosie said. “Like you should have saved Mom.”

»»————————«« Author's note: This novel explores dark romance themes and contains intense content. It includes scenes involving sexual violence and abuse. If these subjects are triggers for you, please be aware that this book may not be suitable. While I've taken care to respect the characters' boundaries, your own sensitivities are paramount. Please consider this before delving into the story. Your well-being is important. Marco Costello isn't your typical hero, and this love story isn't always smooth sailing. If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea.

“No, we have nothing for now, but we asked the neighbors, and they said two ladies lived in the room, so we confirmed the lady should be her roommate and the guy a lover.” “A lover, hmmmm, what if this is just some young people in the prime of their lives having man issues?“”. Daniela asked “That is likely to be the case from my angle; the rate of domestic violence in that area is low. What you get most times are just break-ins by petty thieves, and when we checked, no significant thing was missing: clothes, a small savings box, and the rest.” Finn added in reply to Daniela “ We'll get to the bottom of that soon,” I said. I took a sip and asked if neither of them wanted a glass.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

He looked tired, but no less dangerous. “I heard,” Dominic said quietly. “You had a visitor last night.” Matteo’s throat tightened. “You heard fast.” Dominic finally looked at him. His eyes were unreadable. “I hear everything that touches what’s mine.” Matteo froze. What’s mine. He didn’t know if he should be offended… or something else entirely. Dominic stood and crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. He stopped in front of Matteo, close enough to touch. “But I only care about mine,” he said again, voice lower this time. “If someone gets too close to what I own… I end them.”

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.