Romances Written By Men Novels & Stories

Elena The clock on the mantle ticked with a rhythmic, mocking precision. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days of sharing a bed with a man who was as much a predator as he was a husband. When the contract was signed, I told myself it was just business-a merger of two powerful families. But hearts are treacherous things. I had fallen in love with Dominic, a man whose hands were often stained with blood and whose knuckles were perpetually bruised from the "negotiations" he never spoke of.

"Haven't I treated you right all these years?" "Treated me right?" I locked eyes with him. "You turned my hands into weapons, filled my nights with nightmares, and made me a slave to those pills. You call that treating me right?" He growled, "I saved you! My old man wanted you gone, but I convinced him to let you be! Without me, you'd be six feet under!" I shot back, saying, "Well, maybe I'd prefer that." He let go of my hand and jerked back as if he had touched a hot stove. For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade.

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

“We will be careful not to disturb you too much. Enjoy your bath, Mrs. Angelique.” I left them downstairs and went up to my bedroom. My heart was beating faster than usual. Something about those two young men had stirred feelings I had not felt in years. Their energy, their looks, the way they spoke to me. I tried to ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. I was married. I should not be thinking like this.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

bisexuality, he smiled, and although he did not understand it, he said that only once in college he tried a man's member, but he had not been penetrated, he told it while he ran his tongue over her breasts, that story excited her too much, She asked him to continue with his story, as she gently slipped her hand into his pants, his dick was hard, she pulled out her nipples, and asked him to suck them like when she sucked her partner that day, he was on fire almost completely, he continued kissing her passionately, his excitement continued, she went down with her lips and started the best for him, were you as good as me? , Feel how I do it to you and tell me about it, Emiliano Romero's excite

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“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.