Adult Dark Romance Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

he gasped out barely audible. “Say something nice to me baby” he demanded in between breaths. “Author fuck my pussy already” Anna moaned out but he wanted more. “Something better” he hissed out, his hand returning to his cock as he began stroking it hard and fast. “Fuck! Ruin my pussy Author” Anna shouted out making his hand go faster on his member. “Damn….” Anna didn't get to complete her sentence as Author sank his tip into her slippery hole halfway. She moaned out, arching her back more.

I tried to keep myself busy, but I couldn’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. There was something about him, something unsettling. He moved slowly, carefully, as if he was measuring every step, every glance. His fingers trailed over the spines of the books, but he wasn’t really looking at them. He was watching me. 2 AMIR I stepped into her bookshop, breathing in the scent of old books and dust. It felt like her—a place where time slowed, where nothing from the outside world mattered. Quiet, almost too quiet. Just like her. I’d been watching her for weeks now, learning her routine, studying her movements.

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Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

he demanded, slamming inside her in one brutal thrust, stretching her walls around his girth. “All yours, daddy,” Nova gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. “I love how that pussy just fucking eats up my dick,” he panted, pulling back and slamming in again, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. “Smells so sweet, tastes even better. Gonna breed this tight hole tonight.” “Oh, my God! Fuck! daddy, that feels so good,” she moaned, her body rocking with each powerful stroke. “How am I doing, sweetie?” Adam taunted, grinding deep. “I'm so fucking good at ruining you, ain’t I?”