Romance Dorian Novels & Stories

Dante leaned his forehead against mine for a moment. “They came for the wedding,” I whispered. “Yes,” he said. “They knew.” “Yes.” I swallowed hard. “This was never just a celebration.” “No,” he agreed quietly. “It was a message.” He drew me nearer, his voice low, fierce. “And they will never get this close to you again.” I believed him. Because at that moment, in broken glass and fear and the fragments of something supposed to be beautiful, I knew all the truth. This was the cost. And Dante Romano would burn the world down before allowing me to pay it again.

I didn’t know what happened but I could feel myself drowning in the dizziness hitting me wanting him inside me, he’s a dominator and I just wanted to submit all I could to him. He turned me over, my back pressed against the door, heat pooling between my legs. He gripped my ass, lifting my legs, hanging around his waist. He kissed me, tracing my earlobe with his tongue. My cock throbbed so badly it hurt. The only thought replaying in my head was about how he would fuck me senseless.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming. “Good morning, fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice like velvet. “Ready to help me find the perfect scent… for our wedding day?” “M–maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Alejandro,” Rhian said, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting behind her back. She lifted her chin, trying to hold her composure even as her nerves betrayed her. “I meet a lot of clients.” Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. Then another. And another.

Dorian kept walking back and front in the living room waiting for Johnson to return and questioning herself. Johnson finally returned and she had the urge to withdraw her intentions of revealing her identity, she was so scared and uneasy even Johnson noticed her and affectionately hugs her for a long while. Dorian felt better, being in his arms is just a reassurance that Johnson loves her no matter what so she decides to let the cat out of the bag. "Love, i have something to tell you, but first please promise me you won't get mad at me." Dorian asked in a pleading manner

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Dorian lets out a quiet laugh under his breath. “But when you get bored of him,” he says, “come find me.” Troy folds her arms slowly over her chest. “Why would I get bored of him?” Dorian moves toward her with lazy confidence. Unlike Calian’s warmth, Dorian moves like a creepy stalker who has been sitting in your room, watching you while you sleep. “He’s a wolf,” Dorian says. “Strong. Sexy…” he looks at her, tilting his head. “Rough.”

Viviane stood up and nodded at Barbara before leaving. ~~~~~~ Dorian’s punches on the punching bag landed precisely and harshly. What was he thinking? Giving in to his lust like that? ‘But she reciprocated,’ Kai argued in his mind. That made Dorian land a rather severe punch in the unsuspecting bag. His heart was thrumming and although he wanted to control himself until she was comfortable, one kiss had ruined it all. His lust-hazed brain was, however, slowly clearing and he wanted to be presentable and sporting any hard-on when he went back to his penthouse.

"Mr. Lamont, I know my request is bold, but our marriage was wrong from the start. You loved my sister, yet you married her younger sister—though in her name, I am not her." Luana's words brought a flicker of clarity to Dorian's murky eyes, though he remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together. Lowering her head, Luana hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Lamont, please, could you let me go?" Dorian frowned. At that moment, Luana sitting on the sofa seemed to blur into Dorothy's image. "I beg you, let me go..." She had knelt before him, pleading the same way, and he had lashed out, kicking her.

Gia rested her chin on her hand, while she looked at him with feigned seriousness. “I know, and believe me, I'm putting in all my effort tonight.” He said as he leaned slightly towards her. The food arrived shortly after, they continued to chat while they ate, to Gia's surprise, Dorian turned out to be not only charming, but she could talk to him about anything, from literature to absurd movies. “Are you serious? So your favorite movie is a romantic comedy from the 90's.” Gia said incredulously. “Don't judge me. It has a happy ending, what more can I ask for?” Dorian defended himself, raising his hands.