Romance Books With Toxic Relationships Novels & Stories

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

HELEN What I thought was simple seduction was turning round to be one of my nightmares. The switch in his eyes from a horny man I had under my control, to a full beast who didn’t care to tame his fiery lust for pain scared me. It brought back memories I wished would remain buried. Memories of a man I still wish I would see one more time and listen to him beg me for my forgiveness. He always did, and I always accepted him, only for him to ruin my life all over again.

It made me want to rip the skin from my bones just to stop feeling everything. “She ran off with her little boyfriend. Cute, really. But predictable.” My stomach twisted, bile climbing high. “If you don’t marry him,” he continued, eyes gleaming like a vulture circling a fresh carcass, “I’d love to see her reaction when we… play.” That word. That cursed, ice-blooded word. It cracked open the rusted cellar of my childhood and let every monster crawl back in. “You promised you’d never say that again,” I croaked, the edges of my voice torn and frayed.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

“Mi casa es su casa. I'll get a key made for you and get you all the codes and stuff you need—garage passwords, Wi-Fi info, you know, the works.” “You’re just going to walk away?” I asked, forcing myself to look past the financial reassurances and back to the immediate, reckless act. "I hate to fuck and dash, but I still have business to attend to. All of this stuff with hiring you, you know, was just so damn sudden." He said this while getting his trousers on, not looking at me at all. It came on so damn suddenly. The reckless abandonment of caution, the immediate penetration, the finish without protection was part of his spontaneous, toxic control.

I was turning into someone I did not recognize, a greedy and demanding little slut while he was pushing back against his face like I could not get enough, like my life depended on it. After what felt like forever, Ryan pulled back from me with his lip shiny with spittle while breathing heavily. He crawled up my body and took my lips in deep kiss that made my cock to jerk so hard on my tummy. “You are dangerous, Liam,” he whispered against my mouth. “Is that so?” I whispered. “The way you are taking everything I give you… I am not sure that I can e able to stop now.” I looked into his eyes with my chest rising and falling fast as my body was busy buzzing with need.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

I nodded anyway, letting out a short, bitter laugh. “See,” he said, shrugging like he’d already won, like I was finally coming around. “You can relate to it.” “Yeah, I can.” I kept my voice steady, almost too calm. “I really do hope you have a good relationship with her… you disgusting excuse for a human being.” For a split second, his expression shifted. That was all I needed. I grabbed the untouched cup of half-hot coffee before he could react and poured it straight over him.

"And what about you? What do you need?" His eyes darkened. "You. Always you." I sank onto his cock, slow and deliberate, feeling him fill me completely. The water cushioned every movement, the heat amplifying every sensation. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. "I want to seal this," I whispered, riding him. "Not just the bond. But the end of all the old pain. The rejection. The abuse. I want to burn it all away." "Then burn it," he growled. "I'll be your fire."

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.