Violent Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I walked to a place where I can be alone so I could attend the call peacefully. After coming back I felt a burning lava inside me as I witnessed my wife in the arms of another man. I don't know who that guy was but I know one thing he's so dead. Without thinking twice I took fast steps towards them and snatching the tray of glasses from servant I smashed it on his head. Luciana Pov. Damon: Fucking touch her again and I will tell you what I can do to you. Damon seethed before grabbing his collar and started to punch the guy mercilessly. That guy wasn't protesting. He was taking Damon's beating without doing anything.

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

He fucked me hard and fast with his hips slamming hard against my ass with powerful strokes just as the wet obscene sounds of our bodies slapping together instantly filled the whole room. And his grunts came low and rough in my ear with each hard slam. “Take it Elara, take it.” But I almost couldn't. It was too much. "Damien," I cried loudly. "Oh god, Damien. It feels so fucking good." “Yes,” he answered. “Fuck yes it does, Elara,” he added with another thrust. I gaped. He moved faster. "You take my cock so well," he said to me in a voice that sounded deep with desire and so full of need.

~ ANASTASIA ~ I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. ‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…

Angelo’s thrusts become more violent, fiercer, deeper, and faster, setting my body on fire. “I… Love… You… So… Much… Carla…” Angelo’s words float into my ears, and I feel his body jerking on top of me. I grab him for a firm hug, allowing him to revel in the sweet sensation of having a release for the umpteenth time-just like me. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper honeymoon, my love. I promise to make it up to you, okay?” Angelo kisses my lips tenderly, and I feel his cock go weak in my pussy. I am not scared of falling asleep with such a huge dragon inside me because I am certain the dragon also needs to rest now.

All he kept doing was eating every bit of flesh on the bone from tossing it down the trash can. “See that, Salvatore?” He growled, pointing at the bone he just threw. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen to Olivia." He flashed me a taunting smile. “And you’re not going to stop me.” I understood what he meant, and all the veins I had started to throb. My body vibrated with an intense desire to rip his flesh off his bones. I lunged at him, pushing him back roughly against the counter. We crashed into different things spread out, and while Rosa kept screaming, I kicked Damien hard.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

He pulled out his fingers and placed them in his mouth, staring deeply in my eyes. Without warning, he carried me and headed straight to the master bedroom. I writhed on the bed and my hips gently buckled up. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes which made my knees weak. He grinned cockily and continue with his irresistible torture. I dug my hands through his full thick hair as he planted kisses down my thighs. His touch was electric, and I couldn’t get enough. My pussy arched with anticipation and his kisses were now strong and impatient. I gripped the satin bed sheet and I threw my head back, trying to steady myself as a rush of heat and shivers washed through me. Every ner