Dark Romace Novels & Stories

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

Jim: "Mom, while that wimp is gone gallivanting drunkenly in Vegas, I want you to move my things into your room. I also expect you to serve me roman grapes and fun meals." I will explain these to you. I could not believe the control over my gorgeous wife that this cocky bastard had. 'Roman grapes' required his mother to put one knee up and fold the other leg over. Her beautiful smooth oh-so-sexy foot would be over his adoring face, the bunch of grapes held above him by her red painted toes. He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet.

And apparently, he said Jenna, you, and I are going to enjoy every bit of it. He also asked me to warn anyone who isn’t comfortable with dark romance themes because we’re getting more into: Dub-con. Possessiveness. Obsession. Power imbalance. Violence. Manipulation. Dangerous situations. SadismXMasochism. And morally questionable decisions. He said and I quote “You are advised to STOP READING NOW. You won’t be warned again. But if this is your forte… Be a good girl and keep turning those pages.” 🖤

This time, I will be touching myself to thoughts of Domenic Darkshadow. Never in a million years did I imagine that I would be touching myself to thoughts of the ruler of a Russian Mafia who also happens to be a vampire prince. But strange things happen every day I guess. Especially in my life! I rubbed my clit slowly as I picture his hands on me, trailing everywhere and setting my whole body on fire. I could picture his lips on my neck. His hands chocking my neck as he whispered. "You've been such a bad girl Kate, and bad girls needs to be taught a lesson."

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

He groaned, his body tensing as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with a force that left me screaming. I could feel the rough fabric of the sofa beneath me, the cool air on my skin, the heat of Damien's body as he claimed me and made me his. "Emma," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine. All mine." I sighed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling.

Standing by the large mahogany table, leaning casually against the edge with an arrogant smirk on his face, was Dominic. Clara’s breath caught in her throat. She stepped back toward the door, her hands flying up to clutch the edges of her leather folder. "How did you get in here?" she demanded, keeping her voice low but sharp with anger. "This is a secure corporate building. You have no business being on this floor." Dominic pushed off the table, taking slow, unhurried steps toward her. He was dressed in a cheap, ill-fitting suit that clashed sharply with the high-end corporate atmosphere of the floor. His eyes were dark and predatory.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swallowed up in this moment of extreme intimacy and surrender. He lowered my legs after he had finished cleaning me and moved to my side on the bed. We lay in the dark, flickering flames casting shadows over the dark walls. Our hot naked thighs rubbed against one another, the small hairs on his legs almost tickled the bare skin on my own. His cock was half flaccid and I had to hope that he was not done with me yet. My hands glanced along his dick which was now resting on his muscled thigh as if it were a sleeping little animal.