M/m Romance Novels & Stories

His eyes not once moving from mine as he glided his hands across the naked skin of the woman as she rode him with a need, the sound of their sex bouncing off the walls with the slapping sound of skin hitting skin. I snapped my agape mouth shut the sudden feeling of being flustered and hot. “Sorry, I was looking for the toilet” I apologies quickly spinning on my heels and slamming the door shut as quickly as I possibly could. My heart was pounding and my cheeks flushed so hot I knew if anyone was to see me now my cheeks would be redder than a baboon’s ass. “Maria?” a voice I recognized gasped my name. I lifted my gaze “Damon” I let out looking at the dark haired cheeky grinning man closing a

My ass was throbbing and my body felt used and satisfied in the deepest way possible. Thereafter, I drove home in silence with my window remaining down in order to cool my flushed face. Marcus was on the couch when I walked into the living room. He looked up at me and then smiled widely. "Working hard again?" he asked. "Yeah," I said with my voice rough as I sat down carefully beside him. "Yes, I always work really hard for the both of us," I said to him. I kissed his cheek and leaned against him while my hole was still leaking a little with Alex's cum with every shift.

He pushes the door open and locks it behind him. Aiden is crouched in the bathtub, pressed against the cold porcelain, trying to make himself as small as possible. Damian looks down at him, his eyes darkening with lust. He doesn't speak; he just grabs Aiden, hauling him up from the tub and crushing their mouths together. The kiss is aggressive, violent, fueled by the adrenaline of the near-miss. Damian knocks a bottle of oil off the counter; it smashes on the floor, the glass shattering, but neither of them cares.

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.

I stared, letting my dark amusement flare. “No.” “Disappointing.” I couldn’t help the twitch of a smile. “You’re in my house now.” “Romantic,” he said faintly. I leaned closer, voice low, dangerous, intimate. “Don’t misunderstand, Nikolai. This isn’t mercy.” His faint smile widened slightly. “Good.”

“And stop being a righteous bitch.” Lorenzo's nostrils flare. “The fuck did you just say?” This is not good. Matteo grins. “I told you to stop being a righteous bitch, bitch.” Lorenzo throws a punch to Matteo's jaw before he can dodge it. With insane speed, Matteo jumps on Lorenzo, punching him without giving him a break. As always, I jump in and separate them. “You both are embarrassing yourselves.” Matteo smirks. “The maids are used to seeing us this way.”

I wondered how she felt being here everyday; cleaning the spot he'll never return to, making a home for a god who probably no longer remembered she existed. She was just one insignificant little fly in his whirlpool of women. The dark colours of wine and black painted the walls and gave it a domineering atmosphere. It was my father's favourite color. I made my way to the shelf– luckily, it was arranged alphabetically so I easily traced the ‘M’ alphabet to find the pages about mates. Damien Cross. I chuckled when his lustful gaze flashed in my thoughts sending a surge of energy through my veins. Was that supposed to be normal? He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible.

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

Michelle teased, nudging me with a playful smirk. I blushed, feeling a rush of embarrassment as I tried to gather my thoughts. "Um, well, it's a long story," I stammered, fumbling for the right words. Maya chuckled, "We want all the juicy details! Come on, spill the beans." "Romance? Oh, you two are impossible," I chuckled, settling into Maya's cozy room. "It's not really a romance, you know. I mean, Orion and I are... figuring things out."