Dark Forbidden Romance Books Novels & Stories

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

A life of secrets and danger, of knowing that the man I love has blood on his hands, of being complicit in things most people would find horrifying. "I want in," I tell him. "All of it. I don't want any more secrets between us." His response is to roll on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his body weight. "You understand what you're agreeing to? There's no going back once you know everything." "I understand." I wrap my legs around his waist. "Now stop asking if I'm sure and start treating me like a partner instead of a possession." "You can be both." He's hard again, pressing against my entrance. "My partner in crime and my possession in bed. The two aren't mutually exclusive."

Chapter 5 The wind howls through the courtyard, whipping my hair into my face as lightning splits the sky, casting Adrian and Dominic in stark, shifting shadows. My body is still trembling from the edge they’ve kept me on, Adrian’s fingers buried inside me, his thumb pressing hard against my clit, denying me release. Dominic’s cum streaks my face, sticky and warm, his scent of ozone clinging to my skin. My hands are wrapped around both of their cocks, thick and throbbing, their heat searing my palms.

He stepped inside and locked the door behind him with a soft click that felt like a promise. Mom didn’t even try to stop riding Tyler. She just looked at her husband over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust, and moaned, “Come join us, baby. Your daughter’s already dripping. Your brother just filled her. She’s so fucking wet for all of us.” Marcus’s gaze locked on mine. “Is that true, Avery? You already took your uncle’s cock and now you’re ready for more?” I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, ass still presented, cum sliding down my legs in thick, slow trails.

“…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—” His middle finger pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. She whimpered. “Keep. Reading.” She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Forced the words out between shallow pants. “…something that refuses to die even when the body does…” He slid one finger inside her—slow, deep—curling just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Then a second finger. Stretching her. Filling her. His thumb kept working her clit in the same merciless rhythm.

Lyla is having a horrible day. Cranky and emotional, she's ready to go home when Aaron bursts into the flower shop and begs for a bouquet so he can apologize to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, flowers aren't going to solve this problem. Luckily, Lyla has another idea. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces.

This time, the lovemaking in the dark room was heavily mixed with their deep, unspoken fear of losing me and their burning, possessive jealousy. They undressed my body with a slow, desperate patience. Alexander captured my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss while Damien dropped down, kissing a trail of fire down my stomach and thighs. They spent a very long time touching every single inch of my skin, licking me and making me feel completely surrounded by their large bodies.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th