Best Dark Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

Then against her parted lips. “Or else,” I reminded her, my voice a dark promise. Her mouth opened, just a tiny, reluctant parting. It wasn’t enough. I pushed forward, forcing my way past her lips, stretching them wide, sinking into the wet, reluctant heat of her mouth. She gagged, her body tensing, her eyes flying open to meet mine. They were watering, shocked. “Perfect,” I groaned, the sensation exquisite. “Oh, love, you’re so pretty like this.” I brushed her hair back, admiring the gorgeous, debauched picture she made. “That’s the face I wanna see. Now, crawl.”

Gosh, I stink. “I’ve always wanted to know how it feels to have a man suck me off. I want to know how it feels like to be chased, gagged and fucked roughly by a man.” There I said it. I finally let out my feelings for once and it feels so good. It's like a weight has been lifted from my chest. “I always have these dark thoughts. I'm twisted. I'm not fuckimg okay.” I state, hitting my head. “I have so many dark fantasies and being the golden boy of Saint-McCarthy is frustrating!!” I sigh and then I find myself sitting down on the ground.

Moonlight Desires, a popular club frequented by MC from all the packs, was alive with activity. The loud noises from the building testified to the wild revelry that unfolded there every night. Two sleek black SUVs pulled up in front of the club, and a guard quickly stepped forward, opening the door. A polished leather boot touched the ground, followed by a tall, handsome man in his early thirties.

Darkness Ignites Desires, after eight months, has come to an end. To be honest, I never thought there’d be an after. My mind spinning, thoughts running amok—I just wanted to run away and never show my face around here. Got to a point where I didn’t even know what I was writing anymore but I kept pushing. To my favorite readers in the whole world who kept me scrambling in my head for words even when I wanted to stop permanently: Coco, mynameisme, JoMiAh, Maxim…you’re the best. You’re the absolute best. Thank you for not giving up on me or the book.

— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

Missy straight A's here. However, her words were comforting, but Harlow knew that Michael couldn't care less; in fact, he loved the challenge, and Harlow wasn't enough of a challenge for him. Some might refer to her as being too basic, and she didn't care; she liked simple things, while he loved the thrill and the dangerous side of life, and Harlow knew she hated to feel like she was walking on eggshells. Michael was too unpredictable for her, and Harlow had to think that Fate had made a mistake because Fate poorly matched them. Opposites don't attract.

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

(3 Weeks Before) Ashley "Are you sure your man is okay with this?" Diamond murmurs against my skin, her lips brushing my throat as our bodies grind in rhythm under the strobe lights. Her hands roam, bold and warm, as the bass pulses through the floor—and through me. The air inside the club smells like smoke, sex, and alcohol. And the lights scatter across our skin like glitter-drenched sin. I tilt my head just enough to catch sight of Gray in the corner booth.

“You’re already mine. And you’ll never be able to go back.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve fought back, but I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I hated myself for wanting it. For wanting him. But deep down, a darker part of me knew—I was his. And I didn’t know how to get out of this spiral. This twisted, intoxicating spiral of power, control, and darkness. And somehow, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. 21 VIKTOR