Dark Desire Books Novels & Stories

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

’ The suggestion is brazen and presumptuous as if he has the right to make demands. ‘I'd make you scream louder than they ever could.’ I set down my wine glass and close my laptop. This is insane. I should not be turned on by this but I am. This sounds like all the dark romance books I normally read in spare time. The mysterious man getting to fuck the female lead roughly and hard. Is this my case? Am I going to be getting fucked by the mysterious man? I'm wet, aching, my body responding to the dark fantasy of being watched, being wanted with such intensity that a stranger would risk leaving me a note.

The expression on his face remained blank, and his dark eyes, shining like pearls, revealed his deep feeling of annoyance and discontent. But it was a life or death type of situation for Scarlett. She was in trouble. She clenched his arms more tightly, and tears began streaming from her eyes. From this vantage point, Mr. Sandler finally saw the girl’s face clearly. Her ruined makeup and faded, cracking lipstick couldn’t conceal her yet unripe and tender beauty. Her eyes were watery with tears. They were filled with panic and despair– she was like an injured fawn in the forest. Mr. Sandler had heard of these types of places. They dealt in the business of desire and sex– they offered wealthy m

(THE DREADED SCENES) IS he going insane? Insane in the part and way that is devilish and laughable in a hellish way, yet not? “Tsk!” The questions that might be circling inside JK’s mind right now. But probably not. The words and just might be your thoughts for how this little dark book is unfolding. The deeper dread and darkest corner of everyone’s evil desire for everything that they couldn’t have, yet they dearly wanted. The deepest greed that is ever known, with the taunting desire to never left go.

she breathed, and I increased the speed. "Harder," she said, and I realised the extent of my actions at breakfast. I had stimulated her beyond control, and I liked it. I slammed into her, harder and faster. Her pussy was so sweet that I lost myself in it. I felt my wolf emerging, aiming for a claim, wanting to claim her badly. I held my wolf down and continued to pump until she came. She came violently, and I followed, pouring myself into her sweetly.

This woman had made me do lots of wild things. "You're getting hard," she exclaimed, her excitement contagious as I glanced down to find the undeniable evidence straining against my pants. How can I not get hard, I was thinking of her, her soft wetness wrapped around me. Gosh, I'm losing it. I looked at her with a smile and the excitement and glow in her eyes made me chuckle. She's the only woman I've met who gets super excited when I'm rock-hard. I'm a sex addict, not even my late wife could meet up with my crazy sexual desire. I loved her but I respected her wish. Many women would run away from me because of how dark my sexual desire runs but Red... Hehehe... What do I say about her?

Eyes burning and still fully clothed except for his missing belt discarded on the seat. “Open your legs wider.” As silky as his voice sounds, it is laced with danger. I might be reeling from a mind-numbing orgasm, but I know that timbre even in my sleep. I obey without thinking. My dress is shoved around my waist, and my panties are still forgotten on my wrist. I should feel embarassed or exposed. But I don’t. I feel owned. Am I insane for admitting I love how this depravity feels? Damian slides two fingers along my slit again, teasing me this time. Not pressing in. Not quite touching where I need him to.

My body was wrecked, my mind dizzy, but my heart was clear. I loved every second. I loved every filthy, forbidden touch. I loved my stepfather’s cock, and I wanted it forever. We only gave in to sleep when exhaustion finally conquered us, tangled together on the sofa, no guilt, no shame, just heat, lust, and the dangerous bliss of knowing we had crossed a line we could never uncross. And God help me…I wanted more.

Not because of what we did, but because of how it made me feel. Seen. Wanted. Respected. Safe. The kind of safe that had nothing to do with walls or doors. I thought about the way his voice dipped when he said my name, the hesitation before he kissed me, the way he always waited for permission even when his body screamed for more. Blackwood wasn’t like anyone I’d ever known. He was dangerous in the way fire is dangerous. But he never burned without warning. I slipped into bed, not even bothering to change. The pillow still held the scent of my perfume.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?