Dark And Twisted Romance Books Novels & Stories

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

But then, like a switch had been flipped, it was back, more sinister than before, his lips curling into a predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, is that so?” he mused, his voice dripping with malice as he took a step closer, his gaze darkening with desire. “I think you’re lying to yourself, Princess. Deep down, you know you can’t resist me.” Before I could respond, Damien’s hand shot out, wrapping around my neck with a firm grip that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he pinned me against the wall, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine.

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She had ignited a fire within me, and I knew this place wasn't appropriate, but if I didn't quench this fire,e, then I would burn alone in my cell. "Come here and kiss me properly." My voice was barely a whisper. She did as she was told and kissed me. Fucking hell! I wanted to hold her but my hands were glued to the table. There was nothing more frustrating than this... I tugged at the chains, hoping it would break,k, but it didn't. My whole body was on fire. Her lips were so soft,t and I could taste her strawberry-flavoured lipgloss. Her hands went from my hair to my neck and down my chest. I had the urge to scream for the policeman to get me the keys to these damn cuffs so I could kiss my

He seemed to like it as he hooked his teeth on to my bottom lip before he pushed my body against the counter, sucking on my bottom lip. He had so much control, power, it was hard to explain. We pulled away, breathing heavily together as he looked down at my lips, bringing his one hand up to trace my lips with his thumb whilst holding my face. He looked in to my eyes, his were dark, angry but full of lust which only confused me but I didn't really have much time to think further before he slid his hand down to my neck before gripping it, hard.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

The spoiled princess of the Green Fields Kingdom looked completely wrecked… and I hadn’t even given her the full length yet. Something dark and satisfied settled low in my chest at the sight. “I’m waiting,” I said quietly. Her voice came out broken. “Please… please fuck me properly. I need all of it. I need you deep—” I clicked my tongue and pulled out completely. The sudden loss made her let out a desperate little sound, half-sob, half-whine. I dragged the slick head of my cock up and down her folds again, coating myself in her, pressing just hard enough to make her try to chase it with her hips. Every time she lifted toward me, I eased back, denying her.

His hand came on my neck, fulfilling my lewd fantasies even more. I could get that what he was doing was far from romantic, but I was enjoying it all the same. It was hard to get myself to think about what he was about to do next as I was simply lost in the moment. “Aiden…” I managed to get a word out, but he looked like he wasn't hearing a word I was saying. In the darkness, he looked like he was an emotionless being programmed to do only one thing which was what he was doing at the moment.

I said crossing my arms and legs as I lean my back on the sofa. “Then how do you feel?” Scar asked with concern. “Nothing! I’m a human what the heck do you expect me to feel? It just feels so uncomfortable and making me vomit in disgust” I lied. But the truth is It feels like I’m dying inside, for no reason why am I feeling this way? Is it possible for a werewolf to mate with a human? “You are joking right?” Scar asked in disbelief not convinced with my reasons. “Then what do you want me to feel? Hurt? Cry? Come on that is so lame for a lady to do besides this isn't the end world"

He opened the door and she quickly squirmed to the bed and sank in. He had promised but could not resist the way she lay seductively on the bed. She had her clothes on, and she called out to him. He took off her shoes fighting off the temptation. She beckoned to him and he laid beside her. She turned towards him and kissed him. They both kissed for a while and then he unzipped her dress as he could see she was yearning for more. They held each other closely while he took off the hooks of her bra. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him. She reached out her hands and ran them through his hairy chest. In between gasps for air and kisses. She drew closer to him to let him in. He hesita