Exotic Romance Novels 2012 Novels & Stories

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

But every step echoed with the same truth: I’d just married the wrong brother… and I couldn’t wait to fuck the right one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The ballroom glittered like a jewelry box, chandeliers dripping light over champagne flutes and laughter. I’d traded the heavy gown for a backless silk with thin straps, thigh-high slit. Julian sat to my right, proud and glowing, hand resting possessively on the back of my chair. Damien sat to my left, calm as a predator who already knows the prey is cornered. His fingers found my bare knee the moment the salads were served. A slow, deliberate circle. I jolted so hard my champagne sloshed.

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“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.