Dark Abusive Romance Books Novels & Stories

His huge hands clamped around her tiny waist like iron, yanking her backward onto his pounding meat with savage force. “Argh, fuck yes!” she howled, her body jolting forward. Their bodies began to sway rhythmically toward each other’s faces, eyes locked, mouths open, drooling and moaning while their holes got mercilessly destroyed in sync. Maddie’s eyes rolled back in her head in pure ecstasy, her body crazily swaying with each savage impact against her asshole, her massive breasts sweeping and dragging across the sticky ground, nipples scraping dirt and cum. “FUUUCK!” she screamed, voice breaking into a ragged sob as fire exploded through her guts. Her asshole burned white-hot, stretched so

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

I hate how helpless I am right now and clench my teeth, gathering my wits to spit something hateful at him. It will be worth it, even if he slaps me. “If I’m so disgusting to you, then why is your hard dick in my face right now?” He shuffles forward on the mattress, pressing against me now, so his zipper is practically in my face. “Maybe because the idea of putting a bullet in your brain turns me on. It’s not your body that turns me on or your innocent look. I’m not interested in all that pretty white skin. I want your blood on my hands and your brains at my feet.”

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

The tears burning at the corner of my eyes started to fall down my cheeks. My body burned with need. “So tight for me," he muttered. "I am going to ruin this hole every single night.” A deep moan left my lips. One of his hands left my waist and reached around me in order to grab my cock. He delivered rough strokes to my cock while his dick pounded into my asshole. Every hard thrust pushed me harder against the counter I was holding for support. My head spun drastically. I tried one more time to speak. “Damien… slow down. I can’t—”

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

I leaned in close, inhaling her scent—sweet, nervous, furious. “You made a mistake,” I whispered, my lips nearly brushing her ear. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you pay for it. Slowly. Intimately. Until you beg me for death as if it were a lover.” As the city blurred past the tinted windows, I turned back to her with a cruel grin. “Benvenuti nel mio inferno, mia preda,” I purred, the words caressing her like a blade. (Welcome to my hell, my prey.)

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

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