Naughty Romance Books Novels & Stories

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

She kept on stroking him, occasionally caressing his balls. “Suck it. Suck it hard. God, suck my cock.” He begged, and he gritted his teeth. The anticipation was killing him already. She smiled, “Your wish is my command, my naughty senator.” And with that, she dipped her head to his center and licked the shiny head of his shaft. Phoenix hadn't expected it but the moment her wet tongue licked his pre-cum, he convulsed in pure pleasure while loads of his juice spurted out to her mouth and face.

With a sigh, she got up, flipped the switch, and settled down again in the darkness. In her fantasy, it was slushy romance that initially held sway. They were in a restaurant, dining intimately, with champagne, roses, significant looks, the full bit. Mr Lawson was all smiles, sweet words and compliments ... Presently, he was escorting her to his limousine and helping her inside it - but with lots of little fondles in the process. Sly gliding strokes tantalised her breasts and bottom; gropes, to put it bluntly ... In her dream, Nattie’s expensive designer frock was so exquisitely sheer and thin that his fingers burned warm where they touched.

“I’ve imagined you on your knees in this living room, looking up at me with those pretty hazel eyes while you choke on every inch of my young cock. Wondering if it’s bigger than your ex-husband’s. Wondering how wet you’d get knowing your son’s best friend was stretching that married throat.” Elena let out a quiet, throaty moan, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of my thigh, teasing, always teasing, never quite touching where I needed her. Her foot was still rubbing slow circles higher up my leg, dangerously close to my swollen bulge. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, Alex,” she breathed, voice dripping honey and sin. “Coming into my house, staring at my ass like you wanted to bury your fac

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”