Raunchy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

"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."

"The champagne was Dom Pérignon 2008 – your father has exquisite taste. We toasted to you, Tessa. We toasted to the friend who made our perfect night possible." The laughter starts then. Not from Maya and Derek who maintain their expressions of loving concern and devastating gratitude, but from the crowd. Soft at first, just a few snickers from people who are beginning to understand the magnificent tragedy unfolding before them, then growing bolder and more vicious as reality sinks in. "She funded their entire relationship," someone whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's been paying for her own heartbreak," another voice adds with delicious cruelty. "Oh my God, that's the most pa

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

— No, you are not. From the scarred mouth to the long lashes and the black eyeliner with the golden shimmer she loved to adopt as the modern day Cleopatra. Lauren felt it as he took enough steps to invade her space and wrap her around the waist, sliding her hands on her stomach, against the fabric of her blazer and then her full mouth parted for a slow kiss, the cool taste it left proved that he had just brushed his teeth, electrified the sensations when his hands tightened on Lauren's impeccable lapels and pulled her with some violence to get closer to him. The historian dropped restraint when she felt she could, her fingers moved to touch the side of Karila's neck and she moved with her bo

He came right after her, growling deep in his chest as he unloaded inside—hot bursts flooding her depths, spilling out around his cock. Maria trembled, her pussy still clenching in the fading waves of her orgasm, their mixed cum trickling from her stretched lips onto the kitchen counter. Her legs shook like they might give out, her full breasts rising and falling with every gasping breath, the air thick with the musky scent of their frantic fuck.Mr. Harlan pulled out with a slick pop, his cock still thick and half-hard, nine veined inches gleaming with their juices—girthy enough to leave her thighs throbbing just thinking about it. He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet his dark, r

I asked Amelia quietly as we sat in a conference room as cold as a morgue. She bit her thumbnail. Classic sign of stress. Or defeat. Or both. “He once owned a place in Nice I didn’t even know about until a year into the marriage. You really think that was the only one he kept secret?” I nodded slowly. “So we’re treating this whole report like... historical fiction?” She gave a weak smile. “Welcome to elite marriage. Where money and lies sleep in the same bed.” The door opened. Zane Romano walked in, Vivienne Duclair trailing behind him. They looked like they’d stepped off a legal thriller movie poster—plus the smell of overpriced cologne and egos the size of a helipad.