Dark Love Stories Novels & Stories

After a while of watching and stirring my own arousal, I head upstairs, which I saw Dedan do earlier. The semi-dark corridor on the second floor has several doors, some locked, others wide open, revealing the chaotic orgy mess in them. The scene that shocks me the most in one of the rooms is the Snow White and her seven cocks thingy mingled with BDSM. I’m surprised that she keeps screaming for more as well. “Are you lost, lady?” a deep voice comes from behind me, causing me to shudder as I swerve around.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

He didn’t need a screen to know what was waiting on the other side. Dominic’s voice still echoed in his head: You make me want to ruin everything. Last night hadn’t just been about lust. It was something more dangerous. More permanent. Eli hadn’t just crossed a line—he’d burned it. And now he was lying in the ashes, unsure whether to grieve or rejoice. He closed his eyes again, dragging the pillow over his face. He could still feel Dominic—hands on his waist, lips at his throat, voice trembling at the edge of restraint. It hadn’t been careful. It hadn’t been planned. But it had been real.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

He kept that pleasant smile plastered on his face, but his eyes were deadly serious. "How thoughtful," I scoffed. Dr. Sweetheart took a drink of his whiskey with a light chuckle. "Don't be that way, Adam. You poked at a sleeping dragon, so you should have expected it to wake up." I chuckled darkly. "I've slain quite a few dragons over the past few years." Dr. Sweetheart calmly nodded, clearly unimpressed. "Yes, I've heard the stories. Rumors about 'The Devil Dog' spread like wildfire in our line of work every day."

Oh lord, I thought as my heart hammered against my ribs, do I ever love a man who knows how to take control while serving me. He continued pushing my knees further back until I was forced into a wide squat against the cold surface, my legs stretched apart and bent at awkward, vulnerable angles. The fabric of my skirt slithered completely down my thighs, dropping to the floor and exposing my bare pussy to his sharp, dark gaze.

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, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

he said then finally left. Lorenzo chuckled, "Damn Dr. Smith. Does he really think not locking the door could stop us?" he tilted his head on me. I smirked, and without a word, I pulled him to continue our one of a heck hot kissing session. Our setup was sick. I know. We kiss and we fuck, but we still cheat on each other. If one soul would learn about it, I'm pretty certain he or she would ask why can't we just marry and be loyal to each other. But that was also the big question I kept on asking to myself. So, how can I answer that if ever?

The moment I was naked like her, she slapped my face harshly, then clutched my hair in her hand, bringing my face closer to hers. “You are a monster indeed, Renzo. You will never understand the meaning of love or even feel it. Your heart isn’t just dark, but it is as barren as a desert.” She said venomously, watching my face and I licked my lips because I felt myself drool like a starving beast. She was magnificent.