Smutty Romance Novels & Stories

After 3 months Todsy is the day that i will be Mrs. Smith I'm excited and nervous because it's my dream to marry while the sunset is setting so I'm very happy because kiro did it. while fixing my gown papa suddenly came in. "It looks like you used to be a baby, but now you will get married" he said while crying "Don't cry yet, I'm still your baby" I also said in tears "don't cry baby lest your make up spread" I wiped away my tears at the same time

“Romance, with a touch of comedy… and erotica.” Adam slowly raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting into a dangerous smile. He took another step, closing the distance between them. Samantha instinctively backed up, her back brushing the cold wooden shelf. The move left her cornered—not threateningly, but exactly the way he wanted: close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

The kind the syndicate had tried to steal and failed. Later, when he finally slid inside me, we were face to face. Legs wrapped around his waist. Eyes locked. Every thrust felt deliberate, healing. I whispered his name like a prayer. He answered with mine, voice rough with emotion. When we came together, it wasn’t just release. It was reclamation. We lay tangled afterward, sweat cooling on our skin, city lights flickering across the ceiling. “This room tried to ruin us,” I said softly. “Instead, it gave us everything.”

he stutters, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Damien’s smirk widens, his eyes dancing with cruel amusement. "You’ve never heard of it?" He tilts his head, studying Aiden like a specimen in a jar. "Or are you just a virgin pup?" Aiden’s cheeks flush a deep, humiliating crimson. The heat in his body spikes, his cock twitching in his trousers, leaking pre-cum into the fabric. He rubs his body against Damien, unable to stop himself, the friction of their clothes the only relief he can find. "Ohhhhh," Damien breathes out, the sound a dark, rumbling purr.

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he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face. "Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best sex of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need sex constantly. You cannot walk away from

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

“Her board is fractured. Two of her partners are already seeking alternate alliances. It’s unraveling fast.” Damian nodded once. “Keep the pressure subtle. I want this to look like collapse, not attack.” He dismissed Elliot and sat alone in the dim light. But the satisfaction didn’t come. He could still see her — the way she’d looked at him before he left. Defiant, hurt, trembling. She’d said she couldn’t breathe. He poured himself a drink, amber swirling like fury in a glass. He didn’t want her to break. He wanted her to understand — that love, when betrayed, wasn’t tender. It was ruin.