One Night Stand Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I asked, shocked to my core by the implication of his actions. "Is that too small? I did not think you were prehensile, but I guess books can not be judged by their covers." He said. Still in shock, I watched as he opened his wallet and dropped another was of bills on top of those lying on the bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily, "What do you take me for?" "I admit we both had fun last night but I would appreciate if you did not take that as an opportunity to lust for something more. I have no interest in pursuing anything more than a one night stand." He said.

“What does that mean?” “It means because of your heartbreak, you should mess with as many guys as possible and get your fill of revenge for breaking their hearts. And that involves a lot of one night stands.” Bianca explained but Aria was weary of that, things like that weren’t her style. “It’s what all the girls do now to take revenge on the male species. It’s fun.” Sleeping with random men? No. “No, Bianca.” “Okay, Miss Goody–two–shoes. If you say so.” Bianca knew she couldn’t convince her friend to do something she didn’t want to, so she dropped the topic. She began to slow down her vehicle until they halted in front of a large mansion.

I didn’t want it any other way. Standing with only my bra and pant on me, he turned me to face him and then began to gently guiding me back until I felt the edge of the bed behind me. With a soft push, I fell onto the bed and a soft gasp slipped past my lips. He loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, his gaze was like a storm of desire and lust. For a moment, he hovered over me for a few seconds, his eyes locked with mine, before he climbed up on me and his lips descended to my neck once more.

“Like you didn’t fuck me and vanish before sunrise? No name. No note. Nothing.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I bit out, even as my body betrayed me, arching into him, soaking for him. “One-night stands don’t haunt people for days,” he snapped, pushing my skirt up. “They don’t leave their scent on my sheets or my mind.” I gasped as he grabbed my thigh and hoisted it around his waist. His hands were rough, desperate..each touch a demand. But his control? It was barely hanging by a thread.

When his knock hit the door, her heart slammed inside her chest twice as hard. Olive and Lucie had decorated the bed and walls to set the mood while she went shopping with Maisie in the afternoon. So instead of her usual silk nightgown, she stood at the door in lace lingerie, strappy and delicate. They told her it'd make her bolder and more confident. Callum didn't move from the doorway. His breath stilled. She was used to the long, passionate kisses he showered upon her the moment he entered the room. He kissed her as much and as often as he worshipped her pussy. He was addicted to her taste.

"It’s a long night, and the champagne is excellent. Can I get you something to drink?" "I’d appreciate that," I said, offering a small, grateful smile. "I’ll be right back. There’s a pillar just there, it’s out of the crush. Wait for me there?" I nodded and retreated to the designated spot, leaning against the cold stone of the pillar. The ballroom hummed with the sound of a hundred conversations, but my sanctuary was short-lived. A few feet away, three women stood in a tight, perfumed circle, their voices sharp and dripping with malice.

Between my thighs, a lingering tenderness pulsed, a reminder of Dante's relentless claims: the deep thrusts, the spanks that had turned my skin flushed and sensitive, the way he'd filled me over and over until I was boneless and begging. I shifted under the covers, feeling the sticky remnants of our passion, and a lazy smile curved my lips despite the exhaustion weighing on my eyelids. God, last night had been everything—dominance wrapped in love, submission that empowered rather than diminished. Calling him "Sir," kneeling for him, earning my rewards... it was addictive, a escape from the mansion's suffocating normalcy.

I asked, forcing a smile despite the storm swirling inside me. "Yuck!" she grimaced. "He’s not my type." She leaned closer and whispered with a mischievous grin, "I just need a really good fuck, so I decided to go on a date with him. There's a new style of sex I watched last night, and I badly want to try it." I chuckled, shaking my head. "How long will you keep going with this one-night stand thing?" "I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe until I find someone who isn’t a jerk like Dorian." The bitterness in her voice was sharp.

“I don’t want anything from him, Sel. I just want to forget. I have bills to pay. Rent. Electricity. Job applications stacked up. That’s what matters. Not some stupid one-night stand with a man I’ll never see again.” The words tumbled out fast, brittle. Selena’s lips pressed thin. She didn’t buy it. Not fully. But after a beat, she only sighed. “If that’s what you want.” “Yes.” My voice was firmer, even though my insides shook. “It was just one night. Like he said. I’ll never see him again.” Selena tucked the blanket over me, brushing damp curls from my forehead like she used to when I was sick. “Get some rest. Tomorrow you deal with real life. Tonight you just breathe.”

God, even asleep, he looks hotter. If Sabrina heard I actually spent the night with him, she'd probably pass out. She was his number one fan, and to her, he was practically untouchable. He was her secret crush, and has sworn to herself to win his attention. My stomach twisted when I remembered some parts of last night. How he kissed me, touched me like I was the last girl in the world. The flashbacks made me feel sick. I wanted to forget but for some unknown reasons I can't.