Mc Romance Books With Cheating Novels & Stories

He twirls me around to face him, clashing our lips together. But this time, the kiss feels different. The sensation feels different. It feels different, because I am not with the man I want to be with. That thought pushes my body off Marcus. His eyes snap wide open, instant regret and guilt swirling in them. “No, it's not you.” I tell him before he apologizes for something I pushed him into. “I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have done this with you. I'm sorry.” It feels like cheating all over again. I got intimate with Rome without Sin knowing, and that's how I lost everything. Now, I'm repeating my mistakes with Marcus.

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David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

"You're sorry? My daughter has been hiding in a motel three states away, crying herself to sleep every night, because her mate betrayed her in the worst possible way. And you're sorry?" "I know sorry isn't enough. I know nothing I say can fix what I did. But Marcus, I—" "Beta Marcus," he corrected coldly. "You lost the right to use my first name when you decided to cheat on my daughter." "Beta Marcus," I amended, bowing my head in submission. "You're right. About all of it. I was selfish and cruel and I threw away the best thing that ever happened to me because I was too stupid to see what I had."

“Will you explain that?” He huffed as he settled into a plush high-back leather chair and lifted his shoes to the ottoman. “Laide, for Christ’s sake, use your head. You just said it yourself. Think like the little slut. She found herself rooming with Alexandria Montague. She saw the potential. When Bryce went to California to visit Alexandria, Chelsea ran interference, telling Bryce that Alexandria didn’t want to see him and telling Alexandria to stay away from Bryce. She was in the perfect position to cause dissension.”

“You’ve conquered a man no bullet, no blade could ever break. And now… I’m ruined for anyone but you.” Rhian smiled, her heart full, and nestled closer into his chest. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He chuckled low, his arm tightening around her, pulling her against his heartbeat. “Careful, love. When you mark a man like me, there’s no turning back. You’re bound to me now. Forever.” She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Forever sounds perfect.” The Mafia King, the man the world feared, held his wife like she was the only thing that mattered. And as sleep finally claimed her, Damon lay awake a little longer, watching her, vowing silently to protect her from everything—incl

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

And I sure as hell never thought I'd be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister's childhood friend. We're not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually. Ashley always struck me as the jealous type. The slap-the-shit-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type. Turns out, I was dead fuckin' wrong. Because right now she's sprawled out on this table, Diamond's head between her thighs, moaning like she was made for it—and loving every second as much as I am.

I could only stare at his lips, my mind barely forming any sensible words, Marco was probably somewhere around with his whole family here at this wedding and here I am getting fingerfucked by his own cousin. I was aware Marco and my marriage was a sham, but this is… whatever I was doing was so fucked up. Before I could speak, Dante slammed his lips to mine, his tongue dancing with mine as he made me taste my own cum. “You taste like mine, mine alone baby…Mmm so fucking sweet.” "Leave Marco. Come with me right now. Let me give you this every day. Let me—" The words are like ice water. Reality crashes back. "Stop." I grab his wrist, stopping his hand even though my body is screaming in protest