Dark Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

His fingers pulled my zipper down quietly, his hand slipped inside my boxers, and wrapped around my bare cock. The theater was dark enough that no one could see, but my heart hammered as if it would burst. Every slow stroke felt filthy and dangerous. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan as pre-cum leaked over his rough palm. The movie’s tension built, and there's another jump scare. I jerked, but it wasn’t from the screen. Marcus stroked faster, thumb circling the sensitive head, smearing my slickness. My balls tightened as pleasure coiled tight and low. I couldn’t hold it in as Orgasm crashed over me without warning.

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS

Benjamin I never thought I’d see a day like this. Instead of running, a girl was intrigued by my darkness. She was scared, but instead of fleeing, she trusted me—and most importantly, she was fucking turned on. Her nipples were hard, poking through her top. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. I wondered how she’d feel when she saw the dark things I’d do for her—the lengths I’d go to break the body and soul of anyone who tried to hurt her. I would never hurt her, but I’d hurt for her. I’d do things beyond imaginable.

You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier. Her videos are pure filth. One’s got her slick with oil, hands sliding over her perky tits, nipples hard as she teases herself, and you’re fighting not to blow right there. Another video pulls you under: Kat18 in an office chair, thighs spreading slow, no panties, her pussy glistening like she’s been wet for hours. Her fingers slip down, circling her clit with soft, needy strokes, and you’re mesmerized, cock throbbing in your hand. Then you see it—the carpet. That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare.

"Yes, I'm your good girl, I'm your sweetheart... please..." He reaches between us. Works my clit. Drives in hard. And takes me apart completely. I cum with his name in my throat and my nails in his back and my whole body shaking and he drives through every second of it and follows me over the edge with his face pressed into my hair and my name in his mouth and both of us wrecked together in his dark bedroom on the nineteenth floor while the city glitters below and neither of us is thinking about meetings or glass walls or three weeks of professional distance.

I did without a second consideration. Does she hate sleeping in the dark? I got it covered. Did she want space after our fight? I think the fuck not. I knew where she was the day she left, I had a Grayson watching over her but when I was informed that she was having a male company. I completely lost any sane brain cells. The ride back was brief due to my high speed, a few minutes later I found myself going up the stairs that threatened to break any second under my feet. It wasn’t the hard stare I received from the old lady that made goosebumps to appear on my skin, no, it was the thick smell of blood that came from Skylar’s bedroom.

Whatever it is clear Sandra wants to move. The stakes between the two camps will continue. Who will fall first? Vampires in all their darkness or humans with genius brains and minds. Can these two different peoples and come from different worlds live side by side? Find the answer after what happened later. The path of life is real and visible. All things are related to one another. Darkness "It depends, but in my opinion it could be possible." "Oh, I see. And this problem, what do you think about someone who was sick who should have been healed a long time ago, but now has relapsed again. Whether it all has to do with the vision he has, or maybe it is caused by something else."

He muffled and stepped ahead towards me only in one piece of the towel covering his bottom. I stayed rooted to my spot, shivering on a thought that he could harm me as he now knew what I had just found out about him; his dark, ugly fantasy. “Wh—What—Is—This!” I gritted my teeth, hatred was concealing my bosom. I managed to stand up tall on my trembling legs. I was patting the pile of pictures on my other palm, my eyes were stuck on the ground as millions of emotions, thoughts, and reasons were blocking the processing of my brain at the moment.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.

He taunts and I sob harder. “But until then, we will have so much fun,” He purrs sadistically. My entire body trembles with fear and pain. He is too close… His tongue flicks out, grazing against the corner of my lips as he licks up a drop of blood. “Delicious.” He growls. “Don’t worry love you won’t escape me again, after a while you won’t want to… If you live, that is.” It is the last thing I hear before I finally lose to the darkness…