Risky Romance Novels & Stories

She wanted to back me into a corner so tight that the only escape was marriage. Her mistake? I do not scare. A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at my mouth. “I dare you,” I said softly. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. And then—she crossed into territory so dangerous it would have terrified a sane woman. “I love dark romance,” she murmured, taking another step toward me. “Your rejection… your hatred… only makes me want you more. Arden, I can feel the tension in you. You’re a man who needs to dominate. A man who needs control. And I’m not afraid of that.”

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He let out a nervous laugh as I moved on his lap, grinding my ass against him purposely. "Why? What's wrong, chef?" I asked with an evil smirk and he knew exactly what I was trying to do. "Hazel! I..Maybe we should clean this up--" He tried to distract me or maybe he was trying to distract himself but I was done with our slow-burn romance because it was making me go crazy. I wanted him so much that it physically hurt to not have him. "No." "No?" "I can't wait anymore. I want you. Now." I spoke, pausing between each sentence and I noticed his Adam's apple gobble up and down. I felt his hands on my waist and he looked like he was having a mental battle with himself.

"I know. That's why I can't have you around right now. He doesn't play nice. He'll go after the people I'm closest to. This Roman guy is his right hand and... and there's something between you two." "There's nothing!" Katie protested. "Not really, and not for years. I shouldn't leave you just based on something small like that. He had a thing for me, but we never acted on it." "It doesn't matter," Riley continued. "He wants you. He made it clear that he planned on going after you, regardless of how you or I feel on the matter. And Katie, this guy doesn't mess around. If you think Soloman Hart's reputation is ruthless, Roman is just as bad. He's a legend on the streets these days. You need to

He asked, trying not to sound disrespectful but the annoyance in him grew slowly. Bella giggled, she let go of her leg, stood up and walked towards him, her sharp eyes not leaving her prey. With sexy eyes, she got close to him, sat on his desk, their eyes facing each other as she held onto his chin. "You are so handsome Dennis and a handsome man like you need a young beautiful lady like me, a lady who is ready to give you your wildest nasty desire" she whispered, her eyes not leaving him. Slowly, she went close to him to kiss him but Dennis was quick enough to shove his face away from her.

“I want you.” Roman chuckled, cupping my face as he kissed me softly. “If we’re going to have sex, I’m sleeping over. I don’t want to fuck you and leave after, amor.” I can’t even guillotine the hope that flowered in my chest anymore. Biting my lip, I wrapped my arms around his shoulder. “I’d like that.” Roman’s gaze softened as he kissed the tip of my nose, a gesture that was far too intimate. This is dangerous territory. Why is he doing all the right things? At this rate, I might fall without the safety of a parachute, or the deep waters of the ocean to catch me down below if I crash too hard.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

The other was someone else's fiancé, representing the image of an affectionate and devoted man in the public eye. As for Connor... He was inherently unsuitable. No matter what kind of disguise he wore, his madness and bloodlust couldn't be concealed. Would Misty dare to reveal a relationship with such a dangerous man in front of the public? How would Misty choose? The situation seemed quite interesting! Hannah admired Misty's panicked expression. She asked in return, "Is there a problem? Ms. Emerson, don't you dare make this bet?" Misty's nails dug into her palms. She was fuming with rage.

“Why waste your life on an impotent, ugly man? You’re hardly appealing yourself—but how about one night with me? I can give you anything.” I stared, heat rushing to my face, a storm of rage and humiliation crashing through me. He insulted me, and now he wanted me? “If I’m so repulsive, why do you even want me?” He leaned in again, calm, deliberate, too close. “It’s mine to know, not yours.” As he shifted forward, the fabric of my gown slipped, snagging just enough to bare my thigh. His hand dropped, firm and deliberate, seizing my thigh. Cold. Possessive. Paralyzing.