Dark Romance Book Box Novels & Stories

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CARTER BROTHERS SERIES, here's the list: (these are on Dreáme Àpp) Maddox and Bree: Saved By The Devil Dom and Kiara: Hating My Baby's Father Brandon and Elle: Obsessed with My Future Husband Alex and Scar: Scarred Knîght. Check them out, you'll like them if you love your heroes damaged and dark, and finally getting their happily ever after that they deserve. These books are dark romance and are for matured readers, check TW. You might hate them but you'll end up loving them. Thankyou once again. Until the next time! ♡

He kept stroking through it, milking every drop onto my skin, until we were both shaking. Then there was silence. It was just the fire and the saxophone and our breathing. He untied me slowly, undoing my wrists first, kissing the faint marks, then my ankles, before massaging them gently. When I took the blindfold off, the room was empty except for the tree and the fire. But on the ottoman beside me lay a single red velvet box. Inside, there was a delicate platinum necklace with five tiny charms, each one was a different Christmas symbol and in the center, a perfect, glistening pearl.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

“This is rape with a pretty word on it.” Ash’s smile thinned. “Call it whatever keeps you righteous. Your scent called across the border. We answered. We don’t apologize for taking what’s in heat on our land.” “I’m not in heat.” Rook rolled his hips the inch the knot allowed. I gasped. More spend pushed against the seal. “You will be,” Rook said into my skin. “Or close enough.” We stayed locked a long time. Rook pulled out slow. I felt empty and flooded at once. Cum leaked out of me in a thick line. He looked at it, pushed two fingers back in as if he couldn’t stand the waste, then wiped them on my thigh.

James rubbed his glistening tip against my heat before slowly sliding straight into my swollen folds. "God..." he rasped, lifting my hips higher with both of my legs hooked over his shoulders. He set a steady pace, thrusting deep into my core while his hands squeezed my ass. Then his rhythm turned harsh—he pounded into me with heavy force, making me cry out from the intensity. Daniel held my head pinned firmly, continuing to shove his shaft past my lips. James clamped his hands around my waist, driving into me without a pause, each heavy impact echoing loudly through the room as my slick heat met his hips.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

"It's fine. Now go so I can change." When Felix leaves and closes the door, I lift the lid of the box and startle at the short black dress inside. Beside it is a pair of black hills and a black, metal studded collar. My heart races at the thought of wearing this. My brothers would never let me leave the house dressed like this but now they were the ones giving it to me to wear. I guess the human dress code was more scandalous here than it was back home. I reluctantly changed into the dress and the ridiculously uncomfortable heels and then I stared at the collar like if I looked at it long enough it would combust into flames. Unfortunately, for me it didn't so I picked up the damn thing and b

I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment. For a moment, I was in awe of what I had become. This man kidnapped my mother and I, and is forcing me to become his sex slave, and instead of being repulsed by him and his very existence, I find myself wanting his touch. "Do you want it?" He leaned in, his fingers digging into my sides as he brought his face closer to my ear. He breathed down on my neck, his warm breath making my back arch in want. "Admit it Elena, you want me just as much as I want you. You're drawn to my darkness, you can't resist me." He mocked, whispering in

“But tonight is for celebrating!” I handed her the wrapped box I’d been carrying. She tore into it immediately, gasping loudly when she saw the vintage leather camera inside. “Nova! This is perfect! Oh my God, thank you!” She threw her arms around my neck again, hugging me even tighter. “You’re the best friend ever. I’m going to use this to take so many pictures tonight. Starting with you in that dress—” “Amy, no—”

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.