Dark Mm Romance Novels & Stories

I tell him through gritted teeth, I’m honestly terrified but I think I’m pretty good at hiding it. I squeeze my hand on the trigger, losing my patience as he just stands there with a daring smirk on his face. Damon is what women would call handsome with his platinum blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and lean, muscular frame. His facial structure is very defined, but there is something dark, something off about the look in his eyes, even if he is a killer, it’s like there is something else there that I can’t quite put my finger on. “I’m waiting, Damon, my finger is getting really trigger happy. I would hurry if I were you,” a knife is pressed into my neck before I could get my own threatening words

Contact the guy who took your virginity and beg him to marry you. Seated on an armchair at the balcony of her bedroom, with the stars, gracing the night sky over her middle-class neighborhood in the city of San Jonas, Zee’s cobalt eyes surrounded by heavy dark eye shadow seemed to have doubled in size, her mouth agape as she took in the strange SMS. Only, the SMS had no sender. The words were in black typeface font over a white background.

he muttered under his breath, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and padding barefoot through the halls. He found Damien in the kitchen, sitting alone at the marble island, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the glowing city lights through the window. The room was dimly lit by the under-cabinet LEDs, casting shadows across Damien's face, which was etched with a rare vulnerability. Zeke approached silently, his muscular frame moving like a predator, and wrapped his arms around Damien from behind, pulling him into a firm embrace. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" Zeke whispered, his voice a low rumble against Damien's ear.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

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I close my eyes and hum in lazy satisfaction. Until I hear his voice. “Planning to enjoy this alone?” he asks in that velvety-rich timbre. I pop one eye open. Damian’s standing in the doorway, naked except for the shorts riding low on his hips, teasing me with a peek of that v-line. Now I’m curious to know where that trail leads. I drag my gaze to his face. His hair is still messy from sleep but it’s his eyes that pulls the air from my lungs. They’re dark and heavy-lidded–and eating me up.

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

"We know how Damon plays with his emotions and words... He definitely knows how to make people trust him even when they shouldn't... And about women then I think he is women's man, he knows how to treat them gently and women love him..." Damon smirked at him. "You are going to India in the morning, I have already Informed Thakurs about your arrival..." Rafael smirked mischievously at them. "Let's see how you handle Indian fire." Damon chuckled. "There is no fire which has the capability to burn me!" He was confident. Mikhail finished his business and went back home. Marona was in the closet. Checking her things and placing them in place. Her eyes fell on the note which she found in her room

“Just act normal, okay?” I place my hand on the poor man’s chest. “I…” The door opens without warning and hovering by the door is Damien. Tall and brooding, he’s in a pair of pajama slacks and a shirt. His eyes, the silent command of sin. Scent as intoxicating as I remember. Spicy. Hot. And hard like his cock wrecking my pussy whenever he sticks it in. Without thinking, I grip Nate and seal my lips with his. My eyes shut, I try not to see the awkward expression on Nate’s face, try not to gag.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”