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 had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

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.