Dark Desire Books Novels & Stories

"The ones where you stay up all night reading because you can't put them down." I laughed. "I used to read a lot. Before everything became... complicated." I went quiet on the last word. Chiara tilted her head. "What kind of books did you like?" "I was always drawn to the dark ones," I admitted. "The ones where the hero wasn't really a hero. Where you couldn't tell if you should love him or hate him." Gianna and Chiara exchanged a glance. "Sounds like someone we know," Gianna murmured. I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Traitor body. "You say no, but you're dripping for it," he growled, thrusting in hard…deep, no preamble. I cried out…"Ah…fuck…" the stretch burning, filling me completely. He didn't wait, pounding relentlessly, each snap of his hips slamming the headboard. "Oh god…Damon…too much.." But I met his thrusts, legs wrapping around him, nails raking his back through his shirt. The danger fueled it the sirens, the betrayal, the raw need to feel something amid the chaos.

But I couldn't seem to stop myself. "Whose lips," I said, forcing the words out even though they made me feel like I was on fire, "do you want wrapped around your cock?" The air between us crackled with electricity. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating until there was just a thin ring of green around the black. His jaw tightened and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "A certain blonde spitfire," he said, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper, rough and raw with want. "A certain woman who drives me absolutely crazy. Who makes me think things I shouldn't think. Who makes me want things I shouldn't want."

He didn't give her a second to adjust, immediately beginning to hammer into her with a relentless, animalistic pace, his hips slamming against her backside with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the quiet library. He was fucking her with a raw, unfiltered hunger, each thrust designed to break her further and remind her that no matter how many cases she won in court, she was completely conquered in this room. Sloane clung to the desk, her nails scratching the expensive wood, her voice reduced to broken pleas as she begged him to go harder, to take everything she had. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he treated her body like something he owned, turning her into a mindless, n

"I've been going crazy without you. Nobody touches me the way you do. Nobody even compares to you in bed." A rush of pure, bitter anger flared in my chest. She thought she could just show up after everything she did, throw a few cheap words at me, and make it all disappear. But even as my brain screamed in disgust, my traitorous body reacted. My cock hardened right under her palm, straining against my pants. Sasha felt the shift instantly. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across her lips, and she began stroking me through my clothes, teasing the hard length.

The girl turned away, putting on headphones leaving Gianna, myself and our last seat mate who was already asleep to ourselves. My heart slammed hard, my pussy juices flowed freely ruining my panties and to ruin me completely, she slipped her hand into my flowing sundress and dragged her nails on my thighs. Every thread of control shattered my eyes watering at the sweet torture but I couldn't make a sound. Fear and desire coursed through me in waves as she sat calmly, more relaxed than I was, her nails drawing circles on my inner thighs. “I can feel your heat” she whispered, eyes looking around us and licking my ear causing me to recoil.

Her body still tingled from his touch. She remembered his strong hands. His demanding kiss. The way he held her like he never wanted to let go. Guilt tried to creep in, but desire pushed it away. David Park was dangerous. Older, experienced, and connected to her past. But Ester could not deny the fire he lit inside her. She closed her eyes. Sleep came slowly. In her dreams, his lips were on hers again. His body pressed close. The forbidden sparks had turned into a flame. The next morning would bring new choices. But for now, she let herself remember every second on that rooftop.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Toxic secret threesome between stepdaughter, her stepdad, and her own mom, or a girl who gives heavy, forbidden touch of her best friend's Dad. See what happens when a neighbor’s husband takes what he desires on his matrimonial bed. Topping off in an unhinged, all-out family gangbang where every single boundary is destroyed. Every dirty forbidden dynamic you have been too ashamed to type into a search bar is waiting for you here. Warning: Once you open this book, you won’t want to stop. Dare to dive in… and let your sins set you free. If you like your heroine being ruined, and your plots completely unhinged, click on READ NOW and surrender to your darkest desires.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.