Dark Romance 18 Novels & Stories

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It was a shockingly gentle touch for someone so cruel. "Don't make this difficult," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "It doesn't have to be. We just have to understand each other." His head dipped, and his mouth found mine. This kiss was different. Not hurried, not just for show. It was deep, possessive, forcing my lips apart. My mind screamed no, but my body felt a terrifying surge, a confusing mix of fear and an unwanted, sickening response. He pushed me gently back until my back hit the solid wood of the door. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing mine, exploring. My hands, clenched into fists, wanted to push him away, but they wouldn't obey. I was trapped between him and th

Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

Soon the hall was empty except for us. The door clicked shut. Damon locked it. In three strides he was on me, backing me against the large oak desk at the front of the room. His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth hovered inches from mine. “If we’re doing this,” he growled, breathing hot against my lips, “we do it right. No feelings. No bullshit romance. Just fucking until it burns out. You understand?” I hated how much his words turned me on.

In the quiet of the night, I can hear the muted slap of his palm. A voice in my head whispers to me that I need to go. I don’t want to see this. But I can’t move. My feet are welded to the spot. My eyes are held open by invisible fingers. My head is pointed at the glass doors by a force I can’t see. I begin my eighteenth birthday like this. Standing in a dark back yard. In the chilly night air. Staring through a window. Watching the love of my life give herself to the biggest black man I have ever seen. The black man squeezes Ellie’s ass, enjoying the firm, smooth feel of her toned and perfectly ripe butt cheeks. She keeps kissing him, long and deep. Every now and then, their lips part and I

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.” 🖤

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

His hips shifted again, this time pulling away from her. “Ah… It’s getting too sensitive,” he murmured, his voice slurred and breathless. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and withdrew. He was a wreck beneath her. His pants were pushed halfway down his thighs, his shirt bunched high on his torso, his skin flushed and damp. His length, already softening, glistened with her saliva, the dark hair at his hips matted with moisture. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, one arm thrown across his eyes as he struggled to recover.

The impaled girl let both her pussy juice and her pee go at the same time when the orgasm shook her entire body like a leaf in the wind. Alice held Nicki in her arms in the quiet of the darkened room. Her deep breathing told her that the girl was sound asleep and dreaming happy dreams of romantic love in the moonlight.

he suddenly slows down his pace and pulls out his cock before teasing the tip along my entrance, my pussy clenching around nothing. “What are you doing?!” I whine desperately. “Beg me for the rest, little whore,” His dark whisper commands near my ear. “Beg me to fuck you through the night and into the dawn, or I will keep edging you until you are sobbing and offering me even more than your blood and body.” “Please Draven,” I beg shamelessly. “Please fuck me through the night and into the dawn however you wish. Please.” “That’s my good girl,” he growls and next, he thrusts into me again and resumes wrecking me nonstop with his cock.