Dark Lover Book Novels & Stories

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”

And now the means sits before me, if only I continue playing my cards right. Roman's dark reputation initially gave me pause. But the more I'm around him, the more certain I become that his ruthless nature is precisely what I need to fuel my vengeance. With him as my mate, none will dare stand in my way. Not even Dorian, though he desperately tries. Again and again he's accosted me, begging me to change my mind. Swearing I'm his true mate despite all evidence to the contrary. It sickens me to recall how deeply his lies hooked into my naive heart before. How easily I believed his proclamations of love and devotion, blind to the viper lurking beneath.

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

When he lifted his head up, his dark eyes were weary but full of different emotions I couldn't name. "Love has isn't based on age nor physical appearance, Ophelia. I promised Dahlia that she will be the only woman I will love until I die, and I will live by that promise." I could see that Lancelot loves Dahlia so much. How could I have a heart to fool him and pretend that I am the love of his life? He is so good to me and I know that he is really a kind person. I don't want to fool him but what can I do if that was the agreement I had with the magical healer? If I won't follow what we had agreed with, I'm afraid someone else has to pray the price which is the thing I will never want, especia

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

The slow lovemaking had exhausted Inara and they had slept but she woke up with his hands all over her body. She was now experienced enough to know that he wanted to have her again and she was surprised as her flesh responded to him and just like that he was mounting her, pushing her legs apart and taking her body again, faster this time. She lay beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his shaft relentlessly inside her, their eyes locked together as they took pleasure in each other's bodies.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

"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."