Erotic Romance Novels & Stories

It's said he didn't hesitate to kill his brothers and finally succeed the CEO of Rovio Group. Will a romantic love trigger between them or lust? Warning:::🔞This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity which may trigger some readers. Volume One ****************************** Warning::: 18+ This book contains explicit sexual scenes, young readers are advised. It's an erotic book which contains sex scenes mainly based on sex and romance. "Did you sleep with him?" Mel asked. "No, I didn't," I replied. "I did not sleep with him." "Tell me, Bitch, tell me the truth, damn you," she yelled at me.

Throwing her against the couch, Master Carter hungrily leaped on her body. The strong, pungent smell of alcohol penetrated her nostrils as she felt a wave of disgust overflow her. She struggled as he tried to kiss her again. “You f*cking beast!” To her dismay, her misery seemed to fuel up his excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins. With one hand pressing Christina down, he used the other to tear off what was left of her shirt, exposing her pale, delicate skin in a swift move. Desire burned underneath the man’s eyes as he tore away Christina’s skirt.

First, Ellen just went up to him and touched his shoulder, she said something so seductive and slow, but Aaric didn't really understand what she was actually saying, because right after that very moment, Ellen tiptoed and kissed his lips while wrapping her hands around his neck. This completely threw him off guard. "Ellen?!" Aaric immediately distanced himself from her and pushed her away. However, Ellen was so stubborn, she still clung to Aaric's collar and didn't allow herself to be shooed away from this man. "What are you doing?" Aaric looked at her fiercely and his words sounded very cold and sharp, making Ellen frown and her eyes reflected the pain in her heart at the treatment of her l

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"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

Clothing stayed partially on, her gown bunched around her waist, breasts exposed to his hungry mouth, his suit still mostly buttoned except for the growing wet spot her pussy had left on his lap. Amara leaned down and kissed him hard, tongues sliding together as she kept rolling her hips. Roman’s fingers returned to her pussy, stroking her through the ruined lace, circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her trembling on the edge. They stayed like that for the rest of the ride; grinding, touching, whispering filthy promises, mouths on necks and breasts, hands exploring but never fully giving in.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.