Trashy Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss, but he quickly captured my lips in a searing, filthy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, musky and obscene. Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I frantically tore at the buttons of his shirt, shoving the offending fabric off his shoulders. My greedy hands roamed his chiseled chest and defined abs, relishing the feel of his bare skin. "Charles," I panted against his swollen lips. "I need you inside me, fucking me hard. Please..."

Author’s Note: Wheww, we’re finally at the end! 🎉 What a roller coaster this has been. I am unimaginably grateful to all the readers, supporters, and lovers of Rico x Calla’s story—for staying through the ups and downs, Calla’s betrayal, Rico’s rage, their reconciliation and romance, his near death, her near death too, and finally seeing their love bloom. It has truly been one hell of a wild ride 🫶🏾🤭

Her skin was hot, breath shaky on my mouth, and it broke me open. Shit went wild. I yanked her dress up and off, her curls falling all messy. She didn't stop me, her hands tugged at my shirt, clumsy and needy, and I ripped it off, chucked it somewhere. The air was thick, her flowery smell mixing with mine, driving me nuts. I hit her lips, her neck, her collarbone, tasting salt and sweat. She gasped, quiet, fingers digging into my back. I pushed her down, bed groaning, and we tangled up, skin on skin, hearts slamming together. It was fast, sloppy, her heat pulling me in deep. The bond locked tight, a chain I couldn't snap, tying us up. Wrong as hell, but it felt right, like I'd been starving

“You’d like to read my filth as well as experience it?” She nodded, her face like a dirty little angel. “Maybe you could do me a scene a day? A reward for my college attendance.” “Like a gold star? Good day at college, sweetheart, well done you. Here. Have an obscene chapter I wrote about you.” “Yeah. That would be amazing.” She was serious. She was genuinely serious. “I love reading your stuff,” she said. “And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.”

I was their seductress, but right now I was their perfect shared slut. Tristan lifted my hips and drove back into my sore pussy. “Month’s just starting, Bianca. By the end you’ll be begging us to keep you like this forever.” I laughed breathlessly, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. “You wish, cousin. Now fuck me harder. I want every drop.” Louis pushed back into my mouth while Damien rubbed his cock between my tits. They started all over again—wild, relentless, filthy. The basement filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, my muffled moans, and their dirty promises.

"I don't want you to forget your name. I want you to scream it." His mouth took mine. Rough. Demanding. No hesitation. His tongue parted my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I bit his lower lip, drawing blood. The copper taste grounded me. He answered by tearing the dress from my shoulders. The fabric ripped. Cold air hit my skin. He laid me on the fur rug before the fire. The flames painted shadows across his body. His chest was a map of scars, old and new. His cock was hard, thick, slick with the bead of need at the tip.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”

I have him. I swallow all his cum as much as possible but some escapes me, trialing down the sides of my lips. He pulls me up into the messiest, dirtiest kiss ever. Tasting himself on my lips. "you are going to be the death of me Casma" he groans and turns me around so I am on all fours. My legs shake in anticipation, scared and thrilled to have him inside of me. . Ruine “This is going to be fast and rough, beautiful. I can’t slow down or take it easy.”

He groaned deeply, burying himself inside me as he followed, spilling into me with a broken curse. We stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and blood and heat while a dead body in the pool of his own blood stayed on the floor watching us fuck. When he finally pulled back, reality crashed in. The body. The blood. The mess. I slid off the counter, legs weak, heart heavy. “I hate you!” I said quietly. Damien looked at me, wounded in more ways than one. “I know,” he replied.

Black dots dance around me as Roman blatantly slurped everything I produced for him. He guided me down from my high, the roughness of his touch was long gone when I caught on my breathing. He climbed up my body, kissing me squarely on the mouth. The tang of my arousal filled my senses. I’ve never felt anything more carnal than this before. Roman held his weight, staring down at me with a smug smile on his lips, our breaths mingling between us. “You’re beautiful at your ecstasy, amor.” I swallowed hard, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my hand, guiding both above my head. My brows furrowed. “Not tonight, I’m satisfied at seeing you unravel because of me.”