Dark Non Con Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

The grand doors of the luxurious suite creaked open, revealing an expanse of muted opulence that seemed to swallow Boma whole. Donovan stood beside her, his striking silhouette casting an enigmatic shadow that danced across the plush carpet. The remnants of the engagement party's fervor lingered in the air, but for Boma, the night was far from over. A hesitant shiver ran down her spine as Donovan's deep voice resonated through the room. "It is my utmost desire tonight that you be ready for what awaits us. Are you?" His words were laced with a veiled promise that made her pulse quicken.

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

19. Kim Ely was… I don't know what words to use but he was darker, more sinister… more… there was an air of darkness hovering around him. It wasn't directed at me but it was like it has something to do with me. I couldn't help but notice because even the sex we were having, it felt detached. Having in mind that he has never entered me again without making sure I was ready and the fact that it was like he was laying claim to me.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—

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.