Age Gap Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

He closed his eyes and sighed before giving in and kissing her again. With every laugh and kiss, they felt longing mixed with nervousness and comedy. They were like two teenagers hiding from their parents—but more intense, because they knew it was forbidden and they couldn’t stay long. So Dark immediately released his Golden Sperm. "Oooohhh! Shiiiittt! Honey! I’m done!" Dark gasped as he leaned against the cold wall, holding his chest as if he were out of breath. A smile he couldn’t erase was on his face even though he was covered in sweat.

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

Her eyes met mine when I lifted my head, and it made me uncomfortable. “We’re not close,” I said bluntly. Damien added. “We were.” I turned to face him with a stern, forced smile. “No, we weren’t.” His eyes never left mine. “We dated.” My throat tightened. “No, we didn’t.” He turned to Caterina, desperate to make me lose my mind with his words by trying to prove something that wasn’t even there. “Isabella and I dated five years ago,” he said. “It was during the time you said you needed space.”

For a moment, I simply stared, eyes dark, desire twisting with rage and obsession. Then slowly— A dark, dangerous smile spread across my face. “Perfect,” I murmured. “Neither am I.”

She looked at the cum on her leg, then up at me, a strange, knowing look in her eyes. I reached out, my thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “Yeah. It was.” I pulled her close, pressing her head against my chest, feeling her heartbeat thrumming against my skin. The scent of our sex, musky and sweet, filled the air. She nestled into me, her body soft and pliant. The forbidden act, the raw desire, it had broken something between us, but it had also forged a new, dark connection. A week, I thought. A whole week. My cock, already stirring again, agreed.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash. I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking. Then the phone lights up. ‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’