Dubcon Romance Books Novels & Stories

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

Inside, wolves are tearing each other apart for vampire entertainment. The dhampir is watching from the shadows. Male, older than me. Maybe late thirties. He's got the look of someone who's survived Parliament attention for decades. I approach carefully. "You're dhampir. Like me." He turns. Evaluates me in seconds. "Valentina Corvino. I've heard about you. They say you're fastest runner in the Rookeries." "Who's 'they'?" "People who notice things. People who track unusual supernaturals." He extends his hand. "I'm Dante. Been hiding from Parliament for forty years."

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

I wanted to know the answers so desperately, I almost moaned out loud. “See, you’re doing it again, thinking those deliciously dark and dirty thoughts.” I didn’t even try to deny it. What would be the point? I was having dirty thoughts about him. I had been having them since the moment I had set eyes on him. Everyone always thought Dion was the gorgeous one of the band, and they weren’t wrong, but he wasn’t the only one who could grace the covers of a romance novel. Jax was beautiful in a totally masculine way.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Chapter 31: DJ - Quick and Dirty God it was so easy. So perfect. Taking my Dove quick and dirty. I turned on the wand, the vibration humming against my palm as I pressed it into her hand. She held it to her clit while I roughly pumped in and out of her as fast as I could. Her body trembled, a live wire of need, about to shatter beneath me. The way her pussy convulsed around my cock was an addiction I could never quit. Each pulse, each desperate clench, seized and dragged at me like it wanted to keep me buried inside forever.