Dark Forbidden Romance Books Novels & Stories

Something within her leapt to meet it. The darkness was grainy, empty — gilded in small pools by candlelight and the thin shafts of moonlight that penetrated the stained-glass windows. Rose smiled, feeling disappointed. Wishful thinking. Too many vampire novels. Anne Rice and Freda Warrington had a lot to answer for. Then the shadows moved. The breath caught in Rose’s throat. Her mouth went dry with anticipation even while a heady pulse ticked between her legs. ‘Come then,’ she said softly.

She pressed her palms flat against the cool glass, whispering to herself, “I can’t do this.” But the lie collapsed the moment her door opened. Damien stood in the doorway, his presence filling the room like a shadow swallowing the light. He didn’t speak at first he didn’t need to. His gaze swept over her, and Sierra felt stripped bare, her breath caught in her throat. “What are you doing awake?” His voice was low, steady, threaded with something dangerous. “I… couldn’t sleep,” she admitted softly. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, stepping closer. “Do you know what happens to girls who wander too deep into things they shouldn’t?”

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

My wolf muttered under her breath, and I swallowed hard, wondering if he was the only one different or if it could even be that he had evil thoughts. "Selene, can we leave here now? It is getting darker!" She exclaimed, and with all my strength and speed, I bolted off, jumping over the dead, mangled bodies of those boys that almost raped me. Gosh, their deaths weren't any better. That vampire really tore them apart mercilessly.

“We can’t do this. For fuck sake, you’re Elenaa’s friend, and you’re my daughter’s age mate. You are practically my daughter, too. This is not happening. This is wrong on every level, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one here.” His chest heaved under my palms, and I could feel the rigid tension in every muscle of his tall, powerful frame. The scent of cedar, whiskey and his own warm skin filled my senses, making my head spin. Years of stolen glances across dinner tables, accidental brushes in the hallway of his sprawling home, and the forbidden attraction I’d buried deep came rushing to the surface. My pulse thundered in my ears, but even as he spoke those responsible words, his finger

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

“I’m not good at pretty words. But I can promise you this—Ethan Blackwood will only ever love one woman. You.” The confession hit me like a blow I never saw coming. No one knew how much I’d once envied the women who stood beside Caleb. We were all in our twenties, yet I’d spent my prime in the shadows, watching someone else be loved. Crying alone at night, clinging to the hope of something that was never mine. But now… Now I wanted something else. A love with no chains, no mate bond politics. Just mine. When Ethan and I made it official, the news spread like wildfire through the pack.

"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."

His breath now fanned my cheeks as he inched a little closer as if assessing me. Then I did something I couldn't believe I would ever do, something that I had only seen work in books and movies. I licked my lips, slowly, sexually, in a way that was meant to convey my want. His eyes darkened, a low groan erupting from his chest as my nipples hardened beneath my shirt in anticipation. I felt my bins getting giddy...I knew I was going to hate myself for this but a man as hot and sexy as Dante? Can only be seen in books and movies and if I don't get to survive all of this, I can at least die with a satisfied pussy.

After all, I came for the ruin only he could make. He cuffed my hands together, got rid of his clothes and stood before me. “On your knees,” I dropped to my knees. I knew what he wanted and I gave in, unaware of what was in store for me. I took in his hardened shaft in my mouth, his fingers in my hair. He thrusted in my mouth till I gagged. I wasn’t sure I would survive the night. He pulled away and flipped me on the bed as he took over me. I don’t pray, but I said his name.