Romans & histoires Dark Romance Books For Adults

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“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

His hard cock pressed against Luke’s ass cheek through his pants as he whispered hotly against his ear. “You smell even sweeter when you’re desperate like this,” he murmured. “Leaking. Trembling. Begging.” Luke’s whole body shuddered. A broken moan escaped him despite his efforts to stay silent when Benidon squeezed the head of his cock, thumb rubbing cruelly over the leaking slit and spreading the precum. This was no longer simple punishment. This was something much darker. And the most terrifying part was that Luke’s body was responding to every touch, every word, every breath of the dangerous Alpha above him.

I take a sip of my cocktail and savor the light pink liquid between my lips, enjoying the bitterness of vodka mixed in with the sugar sweetness of strawberry flavored cream. Feeling depressed and hating everything about love, I take another sip of my drink. This one’s larger, but I still savor it. Roll it around my tongue before swallowing. “Great idea, Nora,” I whisper to myself, staring down into the milky, soft ice, “go to the bar of one of the most sought-after romance destinations in the state to get away from romance!” I mock myself, resting my chin in my hand. “My mother was right. Getawting older doesn’t make you smarter. Using your brain does.”

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

“Sees me? Or sees a broken prize to claim? You hate what they are, yet you would hand me to their prince like a peace offering. After everything you said about men like him. After watching my mother die from loving the wrong monster.” Her hand reached out and gripped my wrist with surprising strength. “Love is not what Drake gave you. Possession is not love. Temporary fire that leaves you shattered is not love. I want someone who will choose you every day, not only when it feels convenient. Someone who stays when the beast inside demands otherwise. Victor can be that man. He will not fly away when you need him most.”

I barely even came. My second boyfriend tried to “fix me” like I was a problem to solve. He lasted five days before I got tired of pretending I was normal. But even in those five days, I was already craving something deeper than what he could give. And I hate to say this, but hell no, he has the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Believe me, his dick was about the same size as my nipples when they’re aroused. My third boyfriend said I was draining him. I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real.

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.