Romance Man Novels & Stories

My nipples hardened and pressed against the thin fabric of my dress, and I could feel a familiar wetness between my legs. Romano was a handsome man. He was in his late thirties, with dark, jet-black hair and a strong, masculine face. He had the build of a swimmer, and his clothes clung tightly to his athletic physique. I couldn't help but wonder how he would look naked, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. As the stripper returned with a bottle of vodka, Romano whispered something in her ear. She nodded, then turned to me. "So, what do you think about Sir Romano?" she questioned.

I say as his smile disappears as his hands dig into his pockets. “Touché.”He says and fuck I don’t know what this is or what we’re even doings But I need to know who this man is! “So what’s your name?” I ask as his gaze holds mine for one second as if weighing his next answer. “Roman.”He says, the name rolling off his tongue as I sigh victoriously. Something about the name suits him. Roman. Strong, simple, Uncomplicated but also sexy and perfect to moan at. “Just Roman?”I asks softly as his expression still remains unreadable.

"You're an amazing guy and I... And I think... I'm falling in love with you." Johnny moves closer to the girl, who is still doing everything she can to keep the tears from falling. He strokes her cheeks, taking care not to hurt her. She says: "Does that answer your question?" The man smiles. "That was the best clarification I've ever heard." Then he gives a trail of kisses on her neck, quite delicate and careful. Their bodies intertwine in the tub, and Emanuele is not nervous or restless about the physical contact. No, quite the contrary. She is completely relaxed, as if the invisible guilt she carried simply poured out onto the floor.

She needed to prepare herself both physically and mentally. "You're saying you never slept with any woman before?" She asked and he slightly nodded. "I've always longed for you." He said and pecked her lips and then her left cheek making her automatically close her eyes. She gulped and felt very weird in her stomach. A man like him...A mafia king like him has never slept with anyone. To think he waited for her all this time and is still somehow asking for her consent had her stomach go butterflies.

He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Mark rubbed his nape and bowed a little before walking away. Heiji quickly faced me and smoothly guided my hands where they should be. “Thank you.” I whispered as we started slowly dancing. “I should thank him. For finally freeing you from your own thoughts.” He answered before twirling me. I let out a deep sigh. “You obviously didn’t want to dance with him. I decided to step in. Are you not… dismayed that I am your last dance?” I lightly snorted and teased. “Dismayed? By dancing with a handsome man in white who smells like clouds?”

I just took a sip of my drink and smiled. The silence stretched out, getting more and more awkward. "What about you, Jax?" Mark asked, trying to break the tension. "You’ve been pretty mysterious all trip. Is there someone back on campus waiting for the star defender or have you seen any girl you like?" Jax didn't look up. He traced the rim of his glass with his finger. "I don't have a girlfriend, Mark." "A boyfriend then?" Swiss joked, but his voice was a bit nervous. He was trying to be light, but it wasn’t helping.

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

Three men in dark suits marched in, blocking the exit, looking like hired muscle straight out of some mob movie. Then a fourth man stepped inside. The whole room seemed to freeze. June couldn’t breathe. Dante Romano. Five years ago, he’d promised her forever. Now, he looked massive in a suit worth more than everything she owned. His face was stone. His eyes, once soft, now cold enough to make her shiver. “Dante,” she breathed. Her voice barely came out. “Mr. Romano,” he said, voice like gravel. No warmth. He looked at her like she was something to scrape off his shoe.