Slave Romance Books Novels & Stories

The passion Sean showered her with made it impossible for her to reject him. As Sean placed the roses in her hand, he took out a ring from his pocket and placed it carefully on her finger. “You’re mine the moment you wear this ring. Don’t you ever think of running away from me.” Rachel stood at the door and glared at the loving couple. As the two hugged, a glint of evil flashed past Rachel’s eyes.

Splashing water on her face, she smoothed her hair, pulse racing. The door clicked open, Henry's voice calling her name. She forced a smile, the taste of Alex's cum lingering on her tongue, her body still humming with forbidden heat. Their secret burned brighter, promising more stolen nights.

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"I can call Chase right now and book us a place in Maldives. No phones, no Wi-Fi." "Just the two of us," he nods as if considering the offer. "With our matching bullet wounds." And who said dark humor was dead? I almost laughed at what he said, instead, I gave him a slight smirk. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't want Harriet missing her chance to be my best woman." Of course, how could I forget the fact that Harriet is his best woman and Chase is my man of honor? It was a gender-bender idea offered by Theresa, approved by Chase and seconded by Lucas. She said I don't have someone in my family to be my maid of honor so it was only reasonable that Chase becomes the person standing beside m

Master was a sex god. She couldn’t help but get frustrated. One, she was battling with her desires. Almost every night, she saw him in her dreams tearing her clothes apart and fucking her. One of such nights had left her moaning in her sleep like a deranged animal. And when her eyes had happened to slip open, she was clothed in mortification. Granted, her roommates were stoic (typical of the workers here), but she sure as hell knew the kind of things that were going on in their mind. The second reason for her frustration was the portion. The love portion she'd gotten. The sorceress had told her that she only needed to sprinkle the fluid in his meal.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she got up and walked over. Running her fingers along the spines, she realized with surprise that they were all romance novels. For a moment, she wondered why Liam had chosen romance for her? She had expected mysteries or something darker. After scanning the titles, her hand paused on one. She pulled it out gently. Whispers of the Forgotten Moon by Evelyn Hart. Carrying it back to the bed, she curled up against the pillows and opened the book. Caleb stepped out of the car as he quickly opened the door for Liam, who came out and strode past him without sparing a glance, as he walked straight into the house.

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

Sophia's POV "You talk too much," I grumbled, looking straight up into his dark seductive eyes. "Stop asking stupid questions and see for yourself." He let out a low, dark laugh, his fingers tightening in my hair. "A sharp tongue until the very end, aren't you, Sophia?" I didn't answer him with words. Instead, I leaned back down and wrapped my lips tight around his shaft again. I took control of the rhythm, moving my head back and forth, speeding up the pace before he could utter another arrogant word.

“Careful, sister in law. You’re causing a scene.” Seraphine stepped closer, her sweet blood and night-blooming jasmine perfume wrapping around me like a noose. “Oh, darling. We’re just concerned. You’re twenty-four and still unawakened. You gag at the sight of blood. You can barely stand in direct moonlight without feeling faint. What kind of vampire are you, really?”