Best Dark Romance Novels & Stories

It was better than standing. His eyes captured hers. “Don’t let go of the sheets.” he instructed and she nodded before he nudged her thighs apart and knelt between them. Then he pulled off his dark teal short-sleeved vest, revealing his toned broad chest, which made her breath come up faster. She felt small as she laid underneath him, completely at his mercy as he bent his body over hers, his hands on each side of her head, dominating her. He closed his mouth over hers, French kissing her deeply again, both of them moaning.

Years later he handpicked his own men aside from the men Maxim provides. "You have me proud, Vanluke. I sure do hope you find someone like your mother," Maxim said as if they were already opening up to one another in his office. "Mother will like it better. I find someone better than her," he replied. Maxim shuckled like a boy thinking about his crush. "No one is better than Dominika." If there's one thing he likes about his father, it's his adoration over his mother. He acts like he has found his mate for life when talking about her. "Ah, well. I don't want to compete with which woman stands better because there's only one for me."

However, his back blocked my view as we were caught up in another world. I could barely notice myself as his body totally shrouded mine. I could see the way his hand held my waist and another was placed on the elevator wall. It was like this popular ‘dark romance’ movie. Exactly like Fifty Shades Of Grey and a tinge of Fifty Shades Darker. Only with the difference that this was dangerous. Just like the book, Hellbound With You, where Alexander Quin declared Abigail as his Little lamb. I didn't just feel like a lamb. I felt like something vulnerable. Something the devil has branded with those sinuous lips.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness. My heart fell to my feet. That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes. Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness. The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard. My knees grew weak. Him? He was Damien? The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?

She walked along the path until she arrived at the bedroom, awestruck to see candles all around, new soft sheets on the bed and the smell of the room was mildly intoxicating, but delicate on her senses. The water was running in the shower, she went in that direction and found him there waiting for her amidst the steamy fog. 'What's all this for?' She asked 'Tonight is all about you' he said as he moved to kiss her deeply. Taken aback she kissed him back. He undressed her and then joined her in the hot shower. The water was the way she liked it, hotter than he did. The bathroom was a warm place with the candles lighting it up, in addition to the candles making the shower look almost surreal,

But my body is a traitor. His eyes drop to my lips again, his thumb brushing slowly over my wrist. The subtle movement is electric. "I need to leave," I whisper. "No, you don't," he counters. And then his head descends, slowly, deliberately. Until he kisses me. It's not a tender kiss, not romantic. It's something darker that I can't explain. I should fight him. I should. But then his tongue traces my bottom lip, too teasing, too enticing, and the fragile walls I've built around myself begin to crumble.

I said. A figure stepped out of the shadows. A man dressed in dark clothing, his expression unreadable. “You get the girl involved in this,” he said, voice low. I smirked. “Who says I would?” The man’s jaw tightened. “Stay away from her, Romano. She doesn’t belong in this.” I exhaled a slow breath. “That’s not your call to make.” He took a step forward. “She’s already in danger. If she gets any closer—”

“If the spark isn’t there then don’t settle. But if you want to be with him without things getting too serious, let him know and see if he’s game. Though I’m sure if you’re offering sex, he’s going to go with whatever you say.” She laughs. “I’m sure too. We get along so well. Too well, maybe. Like we’re better as friends.” “You need a bad boy,” I tease. “Someone to bring out the wild side I know is hidden underneath all your love potions and charms.” “I do think I’d rock a nose ring and leather jacket.” “Oh, you totally would.” We walk back into the gathering hall, heading for the door. “Leaving already?” someone asks, and I don’t have to turn around to know that voice belongs to Ruby Darrow

You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience Make your choice Pitiful creature of darkness What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you You are not alone When Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler kissed, Daphnie started crying again; I also let a few tears fall. It was probably the most beautiful moment in the movie.