Exotic Love Stories Novels & Stories

"Baby, I've let go of the hate now. I fell for you a long time ago. "And Eric loves you too. Neither of us would give you up. So that's why sometimes I seemed like I had two different personalities. When I was gentle, that was me. When I was rough? That was Eric. "From now on, let's live together, all three of us. Eric and I are twins—we share everything. You can be our shared wife." No. Absolutely not. I had morals. I had dignity. Love was supposed to be exclusive. How could anyone be so twisted?

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

I took a sip of wine, trying to steady myself. “Most grooms start with ‘I promise to love and cherish,’” I managed. He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa behind me. Not touching but close enough to cage me in. “I don’t want most grooms’ vows,” he said. “I want vows that make people believe I’m capable of obsession.” My pulse fluttered. “Obsession isn’t romantic.” “It is when it’s mutual.” The words hung heavy between us. I shifted, crossing my legs. The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering.

A terrible, selfish love that consumed me and, at the same time, destroyed me. And so, I began to seek love in the arms of another, in the arms of a forbidden beginning that would utterly destroy me. This love was different from his love. This love shone brightly. This love kissed me fully. This love held my hand. This love came from what most would call forbidden territory. This love came from his twin brother, Adam. My parents were never together. They met in a public restroom while my mother was spilling her guts down the drain. Somehow, despite that beginning, they fell for each other. Got semi-married. Within a year after I was born, they divorced.

The heat coming off her made my c*ck twitch, and without a seconds delay, I began to feast on her. What’s a game with no boundaries without a little bit of surprise? Desire was the only rule, and right now, we were breaking it in the filthiest way possible. April’s hand shot down, gripping my hair with a desperation that told me everything—she missed this, she missed me, she missed us.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Most importantly with whom she will fall in love soon, will he love him back or it will be a love triangle! What will happen if she will fall in love with more than one person in her life? Her love story will be complete or it will be an incomplete one!!! What will happen if someone wants to take revenge on her family for some past mystery and want to ruin her life? Why the love story will be considered an abnormal love story??!!! To find out that readers please fasten your seatbelt and join the love story of Misti and a Mysterious Man!!! and discover all the secrets and lies in this journey.....

I sobbed their names as pleasure built again, hotter, deeper, volcanic. They kissed me—my back, my neck, my lips—whispering filthy promises and reverent praise. And when I shattered again, body convulsing between them, they followed—Julian with a loud groan, Dominic with a broken growl, both emptying into me as if I were the only thing that had ever mattered. We collapsed in a heap, breathless and slick with sweat. I lay between them, wrecked and euphoric. ⸻ For a long time, no one spoke.

I commanded softly against her mouth. I slammed into her one final, deep time, and the explosion hit us both at the exact same instant. "Mmmnnn-aah," she cried out loudly against my lips, her body clenching tightly around mine as a massive wave of ecstasy ripped through us both, leaving us gasping for air in the dim light. When the final tremors died down, I collapsed onto my side beside her with an exhausted sigh. I pulled her small body tight against my chest, wrapping my arms around her waist as our heartbeats gradually slowed down together.

“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.