Dark Lover Book Novels & Stories

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

"Simple. I withhold your allowance until I get the equivalent. And that would be after tanning your hide for keeping the blackmail away from me in the first place, which I still have a mind to do." She hugged him tightly. "That melts my heart. I like it." He said, planting a kiss on her head. "I like it a lot." She smiled smugly. Inara's tip about the tight hug worked, after all, she thought as he caressed her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Mrs.Michael Ray." "I love you too, Darling." She responded and he pressed his lips to hers in an enrapturing kiss. *** That night, outside Violet May's abandoned shed, an eerie wind was blowing and gathering pieces of the burnt book tog

he noted with dark satisfaction, running two fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside her. “Good. I want you dripping for the rest of the night.” Without warning, he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Lia cried out, gripping the edges of the bench. The angle was deeper this time, his cock hitting places that made stars explode behind her eyes. “Ethan….oh god, it’s so deep—” “Yeah? You love being fucked like a slut in the locker room where anyone could walk in?” He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly.

The way his fingers had found me soaking and the groan that had torn out of his chest. I shifted in my seat. I imagined him here. Not as the man he actually was, controlled, composed, the kind of alpha other men stepped back for without being asked, but as the man from the dream. The one who would lay me down on the desk, his hands rough as he pushed my skirt up, his fingers finding the damp heat between my legs. I imagined the way he would groan when he felt how wet it was, like this morning, like every morning, the way his c*ck would twitch against my thigh as he told me exactly what he was going to do to me.

The one on top of her pulled out his member in the dark. "Let me go!" she struggled to speak. The one on top of her, the scarred one, grabbed her hair. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, the entire forest is going to shake from your screams." His claws snapped out, and he raised them to the air to rip her clothing apart. Lylah shut her eyes. The air suddenly grew heavy, so heavy it made them all halt their movements. It grew so chilly that the ones seated by the fire stood to their feet, eyes frantically moving around the space.

I breathe. He spreads my thighs with both hands and looks at me open and glistening in the lamplight and lowers his head and licks through me in one slow devastating stroke and I grab the sheets and my back lifts completely off the mattress. He eats me like he has the rest of the night and every intention of using all of it. Arc 31: Fever continues in Chapter 92...

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.