Dangerous Romance Bl Novels & Stories

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

He threw her onto the massive bed and fucked her in every position — missionary, doggy, riding him, against the window overlooking the city. He was relentless. Skilled. Addictive. Raven had to remind herself this was a job. She had to deliver the kiss. But when he finally came deep inside her with a deep groan, filling her womb with thick ropes of cum, she almost forgot her mission entirely. Damien stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly, staring into her eyes with dark intensity. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured. “But so am I.” Raven smiled seductively and leaned up to kiss him — the killing kiss.

Don't come here, it will fuel Stephen's suspicion. “Stephen, seriously, back off,” I hissed, trying to wrench myself away, and escape from there but Stephen only tightened his hold, completely oblivious that Damien was coming close. “Make me,” Stephen challenged. “Is there a problem here?” Damian’s deep, I heard his deep voice and I could feel a sense of relief. He stood facing us, a certain calm, dangerous aura around him. Stephen blinked, caught off guard by the sheer hostility of the older man, he was shocked, this man again. His hold on me relaxed.

The danger didn't deter them; it only fueled the fire. Rusty leaned down, his lips finding hers in the dark. The kiss began with a gentle, reassuring warmth, but quickly deepened into something fierce and hungry. It was a desperate affirmation of life, a rebellion against the constraints of their world, and a profound declaration of a love they both knew was becoming increasingly dangerous. Their bodies moved together once more, seeking solace in each other, drowning out the distant roll of thunder that shook the estates heavy glass windows. Back in the cathedral study, Dominic Vermont walked over to his desk. He extinguished the single candle burning on the corner, plunging the room into th

Damien looked at her like he regretted saying the words the second they left his mouth. Yet somehow couldn’t take them back. Thunder rolled outside the windows. Neither moved. Vivian should say something. Professional. Reasonable. Safe. Instead she asked softly: “What exactly are you trying to say?” Damien’s jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might finally say it. Finally break. But Damien Blackwood was a man built entirely from restraint. And restraint won. His expression cooled slightly. “I think Roman Ellis is dangerous.” Coward. The thought came instantly.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

"your not joining" "you know what, fine. Other mafias would kill for someone like me. I'm not going to kiss your arse to get in. I'll just go and join another mafia." "no, you won't" "yes I will. You aren't my boss, and you aren't in charge of other mafias, so yes I can join. If any of the mafias like THE RED SCORPIONS find out I am BLACK WIND they would pay me millions to join them. May I remind you that besides street fighting I also am a hit man, an assassin. Hahaha I am not that sweet little girl you once met Luca. "

asked Desi. "Oh, if that's the case, I'll just go back first, Tante. I'll pick you up later." "Are you have an appointment, Dam?" asked Rhea. "Nope, Tan. I just want to go to the apartment to rest first," he replied honestly. Lintang is busy and cannot be found, even though in addition to seeing his aunt, Adam hopes to meet his lover soon to let go of the longing. "Just go eating first, Dam. Later, you can be moved to the guest room if you want to rest. I know, you must be tired of going back from out of town."

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

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.