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."

she asked, holding it up excitedly. I glanced at the magazine, gasping. “I love it! This is the one!” Macy’s face lit up. “I thought so too! I’m calling Nathaniel and Trisha right now. They’ll be thrilled!” I chuckled as she dashed off to make the call. Nathaniel, her fiancé, was wealthy, but Macy had always stayed grounded. She was simple and real, which made her so lovable. I admired her for it. Their relationship felt so genuine—Nathaniel could have married anyone, but he chose Macy, a humble café owner. It was a kind of love I wanted for myself, one that didn’t feel forced or transactional.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

“On my card. Without telling me.” Her smile vanished instantly. “Do you even care about this marriage?” he continued. “Or are you just in it for the spoils?” The plate slipped from her hands. Tacos scattered across the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in the room. Charity froze. Then her eyes filled with fire. “So that’s what you think of me?” she snapped. “That I’m some gold digger?” Leon stood, stress radiating off him. “You didn’t even ask me.”

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

God knew how much I itched to tear this gown off her body. I could feel myself harden as I watched her come closer. The cleavage made it look like her boobs were spilling out of the dress and she tugged at it awkwardly when she met my eyes. What she did made my erection even worse. I swore softly in Italian at what she was doing to me. I couldn't walk around sporting a hard-on. Basilio could see my struggle and I heard him stifle a laugh. The professionals were sent away and I turned to look at Arianna and immediately tore my damn eyes away from her boobs. Goodness, that thing needed a shawl or something.

“Do all your maids last a full day before you chase them out?” His smile grows. “Touché.” He rises slowly, coffee forgotten, and walks toward me. I back up instinctively—until my spine brushes against the counter. “Tell me, Zara,” he says. “Did it turn you on?” I glare at him. “No.” His gaze dips to my throat, watching it flutter as I lie. He steps even closer. “Because I think it did.” The tension stretches between us, taut and electric. I can smell him—coffee and something masculine that shouldn’t be legal. My heart slams against my ribs.

That night, Rand Calloway stood before the press — live cameras flashing, microphones crowded together. I watched from my small apartment, my heart pounding as his voice filled the room. “Yes,” he said. “Elena Monroe is the woman I love. She isn’t a secret, and she isn’t a scandal. She’s the reason I remember what it means to be human.” A reporter shouted, “What about her past?” Rand’s voice didn’t waver. “We all have one. Mine’s worse.” The crowd murmured, its members clicking their cameras faster. “I built a life around control,” he continued. “But love doesn’t live inside control. It lives inside chaos — and I’d choose that chaos with her, every time.”

He leaned closer and put his thumbs against my outer ass which was covered with golden curls, As he spread me wide open he could see the sweet hole and juices coming out from it he could think of a million things to do but he had other plans. Removing all his outfit, Aurelio gaze landed on Aaron chest and he couldn't help but trace his body and feel his soft chest and his cute hairs, Aurelio grinned hard. “You're wet carino,” he said I tried to speak but I couldn't, didn't find the right words to describe the moment. All he could do was moan. My gaze couldn't help but look at his hard-on which showed no sign of softening. The head seemed more swollen, if that was possible I already regret wh