Mc Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

Time seemed to stop as they looked into each other's eyes, an unspoken, romantic connection hanging in the air. The romantic tension was broken when a sharp, deliberate scuff of boots sounded near the kitchen entrance. Marcus stood by the doorway, his eyes darting toward them with a look of pure disgust and jealousy. He made a loud noise to distract them, his jaw twitching with suppressed anger. Dominic’s reaction was immediate and smooth. With practiced ease, he adjusted his grip and smoothly lowered Rhea back to her feet, his expression instantly returning to that of the calm, detached helper. Rhea smoothed down her tunic, a deep blush rising to her cheeks as she avoided the scavenger's gl

A black recorder sat on the podium, and its red light was blinking. The league moderator said, "Now we will answer questions from the reporters for the married couple." Thirty reporters stood up at the time, waving their hands in the air. The moderator pointed at one of them. "Marcus Vance, The Redmoor Athletic." Marcus stood up, slowly adjusting his glasses with a smirk. He did not look at Sebastian. Instead, he looked at my throat, looking for a mating mark that he knew should not be there.

She was mine because I made her cum on my fingers and she said yes Daddy like it was the truest word she'd ever spoken. She was mine because she looked at me with those dead eyes and I saw the fire underneath and I couldn't look away. She was mine because my wolf sat down in my chest and purred when she cried. She was mine. Even if she didn't know it yet. The door handle turned. Rhiannon's breath hitched. The door slammed open. Marcus stood in the doorway. He looked like hell. His face was red from rage. His tie was loosened. His top button was undone. His hair was messed up like he'd been running his hands through it.

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

--------------------- VENOM EMPIRE That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in. Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.

Ricardo turns off the stereo and leans on the wall beside it, his lips pulled in a grim line. I take a deep breath to contain the bloody murder that rages in my brain. "Let me get this straight. Romanov has a sex slavery brothel in Asia that caters to the needs of men that love abusing older women sexually?" "Precisely." Ricardo walks over and plops back down on the chair.

“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

Moans filled the room, hers laced with pleasure and seduction, his with a mixture of anger and need. He didn’t stop. Not when she cried out. Not when her nails raked down his back. Not even when her body finally gave out beneath him, trembling and exhausted after countless rounds of rough, relentless sex. She slipped into unconsciousness with a soft sigh, her body limp in his grasp. But Luciano kept moving. Only when he spilled himself inside her with a guttural groan did he finally collapse beside her. The next morning, Rosa found herself in Luciano’s strong arms. She bit her lip, her eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face. Luciano Mancini—the enigmatic underworld don and…

"Romeo!" Marco snapped at the blonde man in front of him. The man he had known for decades and was a friend. Marco and Romeo had an internship together when both of them graduated from college, Romeo was more fortunate than him ... because, at the internship, he met his mate and was immediately 'mated.' Since then, Romeo has been an Alpha in his father's pack.