Dark Romance Books For Beginners Novels & Stories

“Come for me again. Let me feel it.” I came hard for the third time that night, legs shaking. He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with a low groan that echoed in the steamy shower. We collapsed back on the bed afterward, sweaty and exhausted but still wrapped around each other. Damien pulled me against his chest, one possessive arm locked around my waist. “I meant every word,” he said quietly, fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “This started as something crazy, but it’s real now. For me, at least.”

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book. I laughed hard at his expression. He looked so shocked. How cute. "Why is there so much going on?" Alexander asked another stunned expression appearing on his face. "It's amazing, right?" I chuckled, my eyes not leaving his face. "I can't believe you chose to read this. Why would a chapter start with someone sticking a knife into another person's privates? This is too insane!" Alexander gasped. The more he complained, the more humorous the situation got. "This is what makes it a dark romance. Now, I feel more excited to read it," I said with a grin.

“It’s not a terrible price to pay, Madison. You just wait until tomorrow morning, after you’ve been his companion for the night. I think you’ll realize being his sometime-lover is one of those perks I mentioned, not a hardship.” How she wanted to believe the other girl’s confident words. It would make facing him so much easier and would allow her to grit her teeth and just get through the night. Yet, she couldn’t help doubting her own ability to regard sex so casually. It went against everything she’d ever learned to not have strong feelings and mutual respect between her and the man she let into her body, especially the first time.

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

His hand lifted, fingers brushing along my jaw, slow and deliberate, the touch claiming me in a way words never could. “What you need,” Damien continued, voice a dangerous purr, “is someone who will burn for you. Someone who won’t hesitate to rip the world apart if it meant keeping you.” His lips were so close, I could feel the ghost of them on my skin. “And you know that’s me.” My body trembled. Fear, yes. But also something darker—something I hated myself for craving. “Damien…” My voice cracked. “You’re not giving me a choice.”