Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

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I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

All he kept doing was eating every bit of flesh on the bone from tossing it down the trash can. “See that, Salvatore?” He growled, pointing at the bone he just threw. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen to Olivia." He flashed me a taunting smile. “And you’re not going to stop me.” I understood what he meant, and all the veins I had started to throb. My body vibrated with an intense desire to rip his flesh off his bones. I lunged at him, pushing him back roughly against the counter. We crashed into different things spread out, and while Rosa kept screaming, I kicked Damien hard.

Neither of you have anything to lose or anywhere to be so you cut the pleasantries and dive right in to your childhoods, parents, lovers, heart breaks, illnesses, and on and on. Before the two realized it, the sun was almost gone. B looked down at her bandage. A thin line of blood trickled down her wrist. Now he felt close enough to lick her, close enough physically and mentally. “Here, let me fix that.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. A coy, inviting little smile slid across her face. Holding her gaze and her hand, B licked the line of blood until there was more on him than her. With blood still wet on his lips, she moved to kiss him like a shark coming for bloody chum.

My inhibitions and rationality were all thrown out of the window, leaving my mind empty. With my kind of lifestyle, I could have easily gave in to my past boyfriends who asked me for it. I’m not ready yet, that’s what I always say. But the truth is, I was searching for the man who could make me feel like this. I can’t give that to past boyfriends because I can’t feel this way. No one had ever made me tremble just by caressing my body. It's this enthralling feeling. This is what I am looking for. I moaned when his kisses reached my neck as he harshly pulled my dress down to my waist, revealing my black brassiere. He unhooked and threw it away, the hurry obvious.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed