Dark Mm Romance Novels & Stories

I went to the living room and asked Damian, “Would you like to retire for the night now?” He looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Me?” I nodded. He glanced at Dominic who had come to stand beside me and then at Darius who was equally surprised by my choice of lover for tonight. Damian got to his feet and brush a lock of dark hair away from his forehead self-consciously. “Sure,” he said and cleared his throat. “Goodnight brothers. See you in the morning.” He took my hand and led me to his bedroom which was the last room down the hall. It was a tidy room done in tan and brown colours, scantily furnished and smelled like him. He had a small bookshelf on the wall beside the dresser, containi

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

I lay down right beside him, turning my back to him so that only my back faced him. "I'm going to turn off the lights, okay?" Damian lay on his side, facing me, his warm breath brushing against the skin on the back of my neck. I gave a small nod. "Alright." Damian turned off the bedroom lights, making the room dark. Only the dim glow of the moon filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft shadows around us. "Roseanne," Damian's voice was deeper, huskier. "I know you're still trying to resist this, but your body can't lie. You need my scent. You need me."

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Say yes, said the part of me that had been thawing since the east wing bedroom and the amber days and the ridge with the moving Lancashire sky overhead. File this, said the other part, the quiet part that had been filing things since Elena's expression and the unanswered calls. The first part was louder. Had been louder for weeks. Was twenty-three years old and had been cold for so long that warmth, when it arrived, had the specific overwhelming quality of a thing experienced after long deprivation, disproportionate and total and very difficult to think clearly within. I had said yes. He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move th

The thought of going back to my old one felt empty and fake. I found him in the kitchen, making coffee. “Good morning, pet,” he said with a smile. I walked over and pressed my naked body against him. “I woke up free, but I stayed. I don’t want anything else.” Damien pulled me into a deep kiss, his hands squeezing my ass. “That’s because you’re ruined for normal life. My darkness owns you now.” I nodded and dropped to my knees right there, taking his cock into my mouth. “Let me show you how much I need it.”

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?