Dystopian Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his presence overwhelmed me, the whip, the wax, the bond—all of it pulling me deeper into the abyss where I no longer recognized myself. And somewhere in the distance, I could hear my own voice—weak, trembling—whispering a single word: yes. 9 LENA The air around us shifted, growing hotter, suffocating, as if the room itself were breathing with us, fueled by some unseen flame. Cassian’s presence felt like a wildfire, a destructive, consuming force that threatened to reduce everything to ash. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and the burn of it spread, crackling in the space between us, setting my skin on fire.

“I want to be dripping wet by the time we get home.” Dinner was sweet torture. The restaurant was upscale, with soft lighting and quiet music. Ahmad sat across from me, his knee brushing mine under the table every so often. Nathan’s hand rested high on my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles, inching higher. I could barely concentrate on the conversation. My pussy was already aching and soaked, my nipples hard against the thin fabric of my dress. Ahmad smiled at me. “You look a little flushed, Lydia. Everything alright?” I took a sip of wine, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just warm in here.”

Red colored lights welcomed them into the room. Several sights of sins caught her attention. Women on their knees, shoving men’s genitals in their mouths. Women were getting pounded, their loud moans echoing through the other end of the room. Dimly lit up, but she caught glimpses. Naked girls danced around poles, their faces dripping with fluid that reeked like semen and alcohol. A visit to a sex club was new to her, but Daddy had crazy sexual fantasies he wanted them to explore together.

At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion* Deacon Myla and I sit here in her fucking bed, trying to catch our fucking breath before we start the fucking talk we've been trying to postpone for as long as fucking possible. Neither of us wants to do it, but we know it has to be done if we plan on seeing each other. All I can smell is sex and Myla's arousal as it wafts thickly through the atmosphere. I wrap my arms around her naked flesh, loving the way the softness of it feels under my hand; it's like it was made

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.