Italian Romance Books Novels & Stories

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

Bye now. L - Bye. _____________ Back to real life Luciano, Luciano, Luciano. I should not be finding myself smiling at his message yet I do. 'Amore Mio'. Italian for my love. When he called me that I could feel the rise of butterflies already in my stomach. I should not be feeling butterflies for him of all people and it was all from him calling me, 'amore mio'. Crazy crazy crazy girl.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

he urges. “’lo scacco matto,’ it means Checkmate in Italian.” So it was as he thought. Someone had seen his wife with Antonio and assumed she was his woman. Amaranthe was in danger because of Russo. “I am on my way to Palermo as we speak. The flight is 6 hours, but we could lose her in that time. Wait for my call.” He says and throws his phone down. He ran his fingers through his hair and cursed the Russo clan. Picking up his phone again, he dialed a number he never thought he would ever need to. “Speak,” the Capo answers on the second ring and Dimitri swallows his anger yet again. “Russo. It’s been a while.” He shot back, “I cannot afford to humour you with pleasantries right now. Someone h

He softly placed his left hand to the small of my back and linked his fingers through mine with his spare hand as he pulled me gently closer to his chest, it felt wrong to place my hand upon his chest, but I awkwardly didn’t know where I should place it. “Micetta if you are uncomfortable just say, you do not need to suffer from my father’s unsubtlety’s” he smiled gently. Micetta? I didn’t know its meaning but his Italian accent was intriguing to my lonely heart. God I really was losing it. “Micetta?” I questioned with a tilt of my head. He chuckled softly “it is Italian for kitten” I froze, my blood running cold as my body physically jolted still with his words. All comfort I had been feelin

The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) Conuering the Bad Boy (Teen Romance) The Ugly One (Romantic Comedy) Stalking Aaron (Contemporary Romance and the sequel of The Ugly One) Excuse Me, I Quit! (Teen Romance) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Roman

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

The guest was Francesca Romano. The name, whispered in hushed tones, resonated with an undeniable weight. Amara had heard it before, fragments of conversations, whispers of Dante’s past. Francesca Romano: a name synonymous with power, beauty, and a fierce, unyielding will within the Italian underworld. Dante’s former fiancée. Amara dressed in one of the new, more elegant dresses provided for her, a deep emerald green that complimented her dark hair. She felt like an exhibit, a carefully curated display for a critical audience.

The scent of her still lingers in the air, soft and sweet, mixed with smoke and defiance. Luca slides into the chair across from me, sipping his endless espresso. He eyes the splattered food on the wall and smirks. “Looks like she’s not impressed with your hospitality.” “She’s learning,” I mutter. “That what you call it?” He leans back, his lazy grin cutting sharper than it should. “Most women are on their knees by now, begging for your attention. She’s throwing eggs at your face.” “Exactly.” Marco wanders in, twirling his knife. “So when do you want me to break her in? Rough her up a little, show her she’s not untouchable?”

Maybe it’s time to get out of the way before he exposes us. That night, silence spread across the Romano estate. Most of the men had gone to bed, their footsteps and voices gone. But somewhere upstairs, moaning sounds filtered through the heavy walls. Rhythmic. Lustful. Dante was giving Valentina deep back strokes as he held her hands back. She kept moaning, as the strokes went deeper and deeper, she moaned and gasped for breath.