Violent Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I gently press against my entrance with my fingers, imagining it's him. What does he like in bed? My alpha is always gentle with everyone, so I imagine he's the kind of man who enjoys making love slowly and tenderly, with countless kisses and caresses. Just imagining his body over mine, surrounding me with love, makes me climax lightly, staining the sheets beneath me. "Please... I want you to fuck me..." I beg, clearly picturing his face in my mind.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

I tried move away from him but his arm was already around my waist so it was impossible to leave. His blue eyes darkened into an almost couldn't hue I have come to recognize whenever he was angry and before I could utter another word ,he shoved me to the wall with a cruel harshness. "Kingston please"I pleaded.He could hurt me again.He always did whenever he was angry and I just made him so .Instead of hurting me like he always did ,he captured my lips in a fierce bruising kiss. AUTHORESS POV Kingston heard her soft whimper but he was too angry to pay any attention to it,he ignored it .

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

“Cum for me.” My climax washed over me in waves, my body arching as I gripped his hand like an anchor. He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

However, Chris had not made any moves in the few days they had been married, which made Paige on edge. Now, Chris’ revenge had begun. She could finally relax. Paige was ready to face anything Chris had in store for her. She had read her fair share of romance novels, so she knew a thing or two about how male protagonists could hurt female protagonists. Chris took his lover out in public and acted intimately with her to rub Paige’s face and insult her. It was one of a domineering CEO’s common tactics to get to his woman. However, Chris could only torment her body. He would never get to her mentally.

The ropes then pulled her legs apart, as if the binds were threaded through invisible pulleys. One final tether wrapped around her shoulders and neck, keeping her from tilting all the way over. Xavier approached, running his fingers against her labia. She struggled against her binds, outraged from his violating touch. Smirking, he kneeled down and ran his tongue between her lips. The blood from her cuts had congealed like hot fudge, mixing with the taste of her womanhood into a delicious dessert for the black-hearted Antichrist.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

“Please. Don’t torture me like this.” “I want you to enjoy it.” “I am. But I want you now.” “If you feel pain, let me know.” “Mm-hmm.” “Fuck! Rose. What are you doing?” “I want to feel you.” “Fuck! Rose. Stop! I’m going to come.” “Then come.” “Fuck, you’re so tight. Are you okay, Rose?” “I love you, Rose. I love you so much.” “I love you, too.” “What’s wrong?”