Raunchiest Romance Novels & Stories

I was their seductress, but right now I was their perfect shared slut. Tristan lifted my hips and drove back into my sore pussy. “Month’s just starting, Bianca. By the end you’ll be begging us to keep you like this forever.” I laughed breathlessly, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. “You wish, cousin. Now fuck me harder. I want every drop.” Louis pushed back into my mouth while Damien rubbed his cock between my tits. They started all over again—wild, relentless, filthy. The basement filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, my muffled moans, and their dirty promises.

I shot Pierce a glare across the table, but inside, I was smiling. He knew every little thing about me. Every desire and obsession. He always paid attention. I know his friends snored as he told them about me. But it's so cute of him. “What of Romance?” Don Juarez asked. I felt confident. “Yes, especially dark romance,” I admitted, feeling more calm. “I have a whole collection at home. The darker the better.” Don Nero let out a low chuckle. “See, Juaréz? Your sappy shit has infected the next generation.”He remarked.

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It was well taken care of, and there she was, sitting on the swing as she slept. I walked over to her and leaned on a pillar as I stared. Her book had fallen to the ground and the front cover of the book was pretty surprising. I didn't know she was into romance. She looked really beautiful and I lost myself as I stared. I didn't know how long I'd peered for, but she slowly woke up and stretched. I watched how her boobs arched and imagined them in my palms. Simply perfect. She turned her head to the side and our eyes met and held. She looked stunned, her eyes wide open and then I lost myself in her eyes.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

The lift pinged open and she practically ran through the lobby and out into the fresh air, her emotions were in turmoil as she began to make her way home, someone familiar caught her eyes in a coffee shop window opposite her work. Jax sat inside by window, his hand draped across the hand of a slim, pretty blonde, the woman was laughing and her long hair flowed around her shoulders. A stab of hurt lanced through Rosa's stomach, jax had been an asshole, but to see him laughing and flirting with another woman—a much slimmer, prettier woman—made her wanted to cry.

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.