Dark Abusive Romance Books Novels & Stories

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

He groaned deeply, burying himself inside me as he followed, spilling into me with a broken curse. We stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and blood and heat while a dead body in the pool of his own blood stayed on the floor watching us fuck. When he finally pulled back, reality crashed in. The body. The blood. The mess. I slid off the counter, legs weak, heart heavy. “I hate you!” I said quietly. Damien looked at me, wounded in more ways than one. “I know,” he replied.

Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.

*** Note: My other book "Heartbreaker wife " is completed on goodnovel app. If you like possessive man and toxic marriage with lots of steaminess. Then please give my book a try. Love Pia.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

And yet, all I could think about was the way he looked at me, the way he dropped to his knees on his own dining room floor and handed me the key to his life, and that massive, unimaginable length between his legs that had stretched me open last night in a way no man ever had. "You stupid, desperate, nasty bitch," I cursed at myself, digging my nails into my jeans. "You disgusting, hypocritical little slut. You stand there crying to him about your mom and your principles, and then the second he pulls you close, you melt right into his chest like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're so dirty. You're a sick, wretched, shameless bitch, Sophia. You're falling for him. You actually have feelings for

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

The words spilled out filthy and angry but they made my thighs press together, because damn it I was addicted to how he wanted me. Damien grabbed the photos from my hand and tossed them aside, then pulled me flush against his chest. “Every fucking night,” he admitted, voice low and honest as his mouth brushed my ear. “I look at you in those frames and remember how your pussy clenched around me. How you moaned my name like you couldn’t get enough. You’re mine in ways no one else gets. Don’t act like you hate it. I feel how wet you are right now.” His hand slid under my skirt, fingers rubbing slowly and firm.

“Fuck, look at you. All flushed and ready for your stepbrother. On your knees by the couch.” I obeyed, sinking down onto the rug. The fire crackled warmly, casting flickering light over my bare skin. Damien unzipped his jeans right there, freeing his thick cock. It was already leaking at the tip. He stepped forward and tapped it against my lips. “Open. Show me how much you missed this.” I wrapped my mouth around him, taking him deep in one go. He groaned loudly, hand tangling in my hair. “That is it. Suck harder. Pretend you hate it all you want, but your throat is squeezing me like it never wants to let go.”