Dark Abusive Romance Books Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"And what about you? What do you need?" His eyes darkened. "You. Always you." I sank onto his cock, slow and deliberate, feeling him fill me completely. The water cushioned every movement, the heat amplifying every sensation. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. "I want to seal this," I whispered, riding him. "Not just the bond. But the end of all the old pain. The rejection. The abuse. I want to burn it all away." "Then burn it," he growled. "I'll be your fire."

And right there and then, I shattered around him. I come just by him penetrating me. When he said he doesn't fuck soft, I'd expected it. But with each thrust, it was like he was breaching my wall, breaking my soul apart. This time around, he's not here to pick the shattered remains of my soul, he's here to grind them to dust with his cock and watch them blow in the wind. Damien grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder as he drives into me. His cock pistons in and out of me and my face grows red in lust and embarrassment due to the weird sounds coming from his thrusts.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

“You almost got caught with my dick inside you and your cunt’s still squeezing me like this.” Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. He kept his voice low but vicious. “You love this shit, don’t you? Getting railed in your parents’ house while they sleep down the hall. Such a nasty little breeding hole.” I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my moans. My legs locked around his waist as he fucked me like he wanted to break me. The wet slap of skin on skin stayed quiet but constant. “Cum for me,” he snarled. “Soak my cock. Let that greedy pussy milk me.”

“That’s it, my dirty girl. Use my cock.” They fucked in every position missionary with her legs over his shoulders, her on top reverse cowgirl, against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. Each orgasm built on the last until they were both drenched in sweat and fluids. Marcus confessed more of his past between thrusts how Darius had killed their parents years ago and taken Lena as leverage. Pera shared her fears about her father’s betrayal possibly being deeper. As they lay tangled, exhausted and entwined, Marcus’s phone buzzed. A new video from Darius: Lena, chained and bruised, but alive. “Twenty-four hours, Vale. Bring the girl to the old docks. Or I fuck your sister myself while yo

BLURB: “My sweet little kitten,” he groaned, fisting my hair in his grip as he fucks me against the wall. “Look at you taking me so well. You have dreamt and craved this moment, haven't you?” ~ Davina Smith was running from her demons. Her past had sent her long away from home and she was ready to start on a clean slate. That was until she caught the eye of the monster in the shadows. This monster craved her and stalked her. Worse, Davina wanted her stalker too and fantasised about him. Will Davina ever get to meet her shadow that had been following her? Will she able to explore her darkest fantasies with him?

(MATURE CONTENT) Warning: This is a mature story. - Contains rape and forced sex - Abusive language - Cursing and Swearing - Etc. This is a dark romance, it’s not the lovey-dovey stories you read. This book has strong female characters and not damsels in distress. *Warning* Strong language, explicit sexual content and emotional triggers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Author P.O.V. Simultaneously, two life-changing events took place.

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

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.