Dark Mm Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

On his way, Damon ordered one of the men to call one of Tobias' mistresses to his room. They were walking in the corridor. Damon was walking behind Elijah. His gaze fixated on the man's back. The man in front of him was of average height. He had dark black hair with black eyes. He was good looking but his looks had nothing to do with the alluring aura he had around him. Maybe Damon was the only one allured by him. Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring.

X18+ ahead please, if you're not comfortable with such scenes, skip it! This is a dark romance book. Damon plundered Neah's lips like a hungry beast. Lifting her up in his arms as Neah wrapped her legs around his waist, his fingers brushes towards her back as he caresses the soft skin. "Hmmm Dam-- Damon~~"Neah said with shaky and unsteady breaths. Her hands ran through into his soft silky black hair as she moaned into his lips.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

Maybe the mighty Damien Blackwood is not that bad. I felt like her royal highness as I slipped under the silky sheet and the material made sweet love to my skin. "Night light on." I laid the command and sighed contently. The night light went on and its luster was passionately romantic and soft on the eyes. The dimmer red glow encompassing the room was inspiring of hot, long love making with your lover. The bed was so comfortable, I knew I was going to have a hard time getting out of it in the morning.

I smiled. *** “Well, what are your plans now,” Mil asked, “there’s none,” I replied, “I think This psycho Russian asshole clearly loves you. You need to just get going.” I chewed my lips as she said those words. Does he love me?

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

This dark romance had reached its peak—a union of vengeance and love, where the true victor was the one who could bear the weight of their own sins. “I am yours, Leonard,” Dante whispered into the night wind. “And you are mine… in this beautiful hell.”