Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

Camila stepped inside carefully— And froze. The entire room was filled with paintings. Hundreds of them. Every wall. Every corner. Every canvas. All of them painted the same woman. A beautiful blonde girl with large green eyes. Some paintings showed her smiling. Others laughing. Crying. Sleeping. Dancing. There were so many emotions trapped inside each piece that Camila’s chest immediately tightened. Love. Obsession. Heartbreak. Grief. Every single painting screamed pain. Mateo remained near the doorway silently while Camila slowly walked deeper into the room.

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He didn't want me anymore? Was he already bored of me? I collapsed to the bed. My body was still shivering as minutes passed. Soon the door suddenly burst open. I flinched to see Damien walk back into the room. “You didn't think I left you, right?” He asked. There was a wide grin on his face. And I glanced down at his hands. He was carrying something. Fuck. He had a collar and lube in his hands. I was a goner. He walked over to me.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

Even in the dark, I can see he’s half crazed. I shouldn’t taunt him when he’s so close to the edge but I want him like this. He rips my pants and underwear off, crawling onto the bed. My knees fall open in invitation and he settles his hips against mine. Biting and sucking at my skin, the rough scrape of his five o’clock shadow gives me friction burns while his nails dig into my flesh to leave bright red scratches down my torso. My back arches at the sensations overwhelming my brain. Kyle cups my balls and tugs on them, teasing around the edge of my hole but not penetrating it.

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.

He groaned, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned, my body arching against his. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to fuck you, Emma," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Right here, right now." I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," I said, my body aching with need. "Please, Cole. Fuck me." He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "As you wish," he said, his voice filled with promise.

“I spent my whole life collecting things. Rare art. Companies. Power. But I’ve never found anything as addictive as the way you break when I touch you.” He didn’t give me a chance to argue. He lifted me off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me toward the desk—the same desk where he had claimed me just hours before. He sat me down on the edge, his hands sliding up the silk of my dress until they found the bare skin of my thighs. “Julian…” I gasped as his fingers found me. I was already wet, already aching for him. It was a sickness, a dark obsession that I couldn’t escape.

Nova- “Nico…” His name escaped me on a breath as his lips moved slowly along my neck. The bedroom was nearly dark, illuminated only by the city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Somewhere far below us, South-Bay continued moving...cars, people, noise, life. But up here? There was only us. Nicolai’s hand slid around my waist, drawing me closer beneath the sheets as his lips found mine again. Slow. Deep. Loving.