Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Ethan’s bedroom, painting everything in a warm golden haze. I woke up tangled in his sheets, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. Ethan’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. For a moment I just lay there, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in forbidden warmth, his cum from last night still faintly sticky between my thighs.

I drove back inside him, staring down into his eyes as I fucked him deep. “Mine,” I repeated with every thrust. “This cock. This ass. This body. All of it is mine.” He was shaking beneath me, desperate and leaking. I leaned down and bit his neck, sucking a dark mark into his skin where everyone would see it tomorrow. Only when I was satisfied that he was completely wrecked did I finally let him come. I stroked him fast and tight until he cried out, spilling between us in thick ropes. Seconds later I buried myself to the hilt and came deep inside him, claiming him completely.

He looked like he’d stepped out of one of the Renaissance portraits he probably owned — beautiful, remote, and dangerous. “Miss Selene Hart,” he said, voice low and cultured, with a faint European edge that made my stomach tighten. “You’re early. I like that.” I swallowed, clutching my portfolio tighter. “Thank you for seeing me at this hour, Dr. Voss.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips — there and gone. “The Collection only breathes after midnight. Daylight dilutes its truth.” He turned without waiting for a reply, long strides carrying him into a wide gallery. “Come.”

She raised her eyes in surprise, wondering how he could have moved up behind her so quickly, but her mind went blank as she saw him stand at a distance, arms folded on his chest, expressionless. She glanced at her body with wide eyes, sensing someone, and adrenaline rushed through her body as she sprang near him and turned back to see someone unexpected. A woman wearing red lingerie that entirely bares all. "Scarlet, behave, and never dare to touch her again," Damien warned angrily at the young woman. "Okay , I Quit but I have to admit,she's damn Gorgeous, Daddy." She responded seductively, licking her lips and smiling at him, but it had no effect on him; he removed his gaze from her in cont

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

“This pussy. These tits. All of it.” I nodded, beyond words. Third orgasm hit harder. My body locked. I dug my nails into his shoulders and came around his cock in long pulses. He groaned and followed, burying himself deep and flooding me. Hot. Thick. Until I felt it leaking out around him. We stayed joined, breathing hard. He pulled out slow. Cum dripped down my thigh. Afterward, neither of us moved for a long moment. The linens smelled like wax and dust and him.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.