Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Abuse

The stretch of his cock splitting me open, the bruising grip on my hip, the wah his names slapped against me asshole. My thighs trembled as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, fed by the pain, the restraint, the total loss of control. “Please….harder…don't stop. Don't you dare stop.” I begged, voice cracking. Another spank landed loudly in the room. My ass burned, my pussy dripped, and every brutal thrust pushed me closer to the edge. I felt owned, used, and completely addicted to it. The club music was still playing. I bet no one outside had any idea what kind of filthy sin was happening here.

Every slight movement causes a spike of pain to lance through me. Then, the brand. I reach a hand automatically towards my abdomen and flinch. A sharp pain shoots through my skin, and I gasp. It burns- not the flesh alone but my entire soul cries out as my fingers gaze over the letters branded into my abdomen. Damien's Property. Silent tears turn down my cheeks. How? How could my life have come to this? Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Even after she begged them for compassion, they continued to sexually abuse her. She took offence at any and all of the touches that they laid on her. She recalled how injuries upon injuries kept appearing on her delicate and pale skin as a result of the numerous falls that she had attempted to avoid. These falls were the result of her trying to avoid falling. When the thought of her captors' hilarious way of entertaining themselves came into Angelina's head, she reacted with repulsion and recoiled in disgust.

"why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!" "I hate Adam!" Yara's words that suddenly carried the name 'Adam' succeeded in making Rian choke. "Why suddenly bring Adam's name?" "This must be because of his curse on me when we were at senior high school. That damn person! He's the one who asked to break up, he's the one who accused me of various things, but instead left a curse that made my life miserable." "There is no such thing as a curse in this world, Ra." "There is," she argued. "That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now."

He had probably hurt her very bad this time. Do check out my other book, NOT MINE. it is a Dark and Erotic Romance. I am Sure you will love it. It is a love story between a mysterious man and his advocate wife, who have been forced into marriage.

Rehab had been hell. Three months locked away, with therapists drilling into my head that my nymphomania was a disease I had to control. They took my phone, my freedom, even my dignity. And when the news of my cheating got out, my boyfriend left me, my family distanced themselves, and I lost what little respect I had left. Now I was out, raw, and burning with one single purpose. Revenge. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked up to the front door, before I could knock, it opened. Claire stood there in a soft cream sweater and jeans, looking every bit the picture of domestic bliss.

She would scream that I was ruining her comfortable marriage, that I was a worthless, reckless burden who only brought chaos into her perfect life. My body trembled harder against the metal frame of the chair, the abrasive ropes cutting deeper into my skin, leaving raw, burning marks on my bound wrists every time I instinctively tried to pull away. Please… I don't want to die. I just want to go back to our secret world. I want to sleep securely sandwiched between their heavy bodies again, feeling Alexander’s gentle, reassuring kisses on my forehead and Damien’s strong, protective hands anchoring me to the bed. I want the chance to prove to them that I can be better, that I can be the partner

Just the book. The release was quiet. A simple post on an anonymous I*******m and Goodreads account. No party. No big announcement. But the readers found the book. At first, there were only a few dozen. Then hundreds. In less than three weeks, Embracing Shadows began to rise organically on dark romance and women’s fiction lists. Support groups for abuse survivors on social media started sharing excerpts with captions like "Finally someone wrote what I couldn’t say." "I read it crying from beginning to end. Lira is me."

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.