Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

I’m sure my voice can be heard houses away but right now I don’t care, the pleasure is too much to handle. My voice lowers after long seconds as I come down from my high, settling into a soft whimper as my body, spent, relaxes back into the mattress. He swallows every drop of my juices, moaning and slurping. Finally, he stands up, his hands going around my sides and tracing their way to my face. He cups my face in his palm, kissing my lips lightly. “You taste amazing, Lanie.” As he levels with me, I feel his cock press into my centre, hot and throbbing. I’m immediately energized, and I pull him closer to me, pressing my slit into his hips.

I loved the secret dates she planned, the rooftop dinners under the stars, spontaneous weekend getaways where we barely left the hotel bed, even the sneaky little trips where we pretended to be just friends in public but fucked like animals the second we were behind closed doors. I loved the gifts. The way she’d surprise me with things I mentioned once in passing, the custom lingerie set in my favourite colour, the first-edition book I wanted. But more than anything, I loved how completely she owned me. The sex never got old. The way she made me cum hard, shaking, sometimes sobbing her name. Some nights she was loving and whispering how she loved me against my skin as she fingered me deep. O

he said and stood infront of her with a backpack hanging on one shoulder. Kamala laughed dryly at the joke she just heard. When she stopped, she tried to get up and he stepped forward and helped her. “Is this what you guys at Sexizen do? Stalk temporary signees to their places like creeps?” She scolded. “I'm sorry. I brought you some ice and…” “I don't need your ice Collin!” she protested. “Why are you so mad at me? You chose that fetish yourself and hell, we're both being paid to do that” he said, raising his voice a little above normal.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

“Begging your stepbrother to keep stroking your cock. Saying it’s wrong while you’re leaking all over my hand.” He tightened his grip again and started stroking them both faster, rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Elias moaned brokenly, hips rolling up into Damien’s fist despite himself. Tears of shame pricked at the corners of his eyes, but his cock throbbed harder than ever. “This is only the beginning,” Damien whispered, squeezing them both almost painfully. “I’ve wanted to break you for years. And now I finally get to.” He kept stroking them together, slow and filthy, watching every desperate reaction on Elias’s flushed face. “Welcome home to me, Elias.”

My body trembled under his grip, every movement driving me closer to the edge. His breath hit my neck, hot and ragged. "You're mine, Noami. Don't forget that." The rhythm of his thrusts matched the pounding in my chest, wild and unrelenting. Even with prayers drifting through the walls, all I could focus on was the sinful fire consuming us both. "You belong to me," he growled. "Right here, right now." I pressed my hands against the cool surface behind me, steadying myself, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, owned, and desired all at once.

Cum from earlier loads still leaked from her holes, mixing with the new slickness. She came again and again — softer, longer orgasms that left her trembling and whimpering. Each time they praised her quietly. “Good girl.” “Take it deeper.” “That’s our secret.” No big words. No promises of love. Just raw, endless ownership. As the first light of sunrise touched the windows, they moved her back to the center of the rug. All three at once. Ryder lay down and pulled her on top, sinking into her pussy. Cole moved behind and pushed back into her ass. Blaze knelt in front of her face, sliding his cock down her throat.

One hand rubbed my back in slow circles. "Breathe," he whispered. "I've got you." My face stayed buried in his neck, cheeks burning. The aftershocks still fluttered inside me. His scent filled my head. I felt small and safe and completely wrecked all at once. His phone buzzed on the counter. Once. Twice. He ignored it at first, kissing my hair. Then he glanced over, and his body went rigid. "Damien?" I pulled back enough to see his face. He picked up the phone, thumb scrolling. His jaw tightened. "The collectors. They're coming tomorrow night. Want proof the collateral is... secured."

I picked up my phone, opened the N*****x app, and went to the bedroom to watch a non erotic series, it was more like a horror series titled “From.” By the time I walked into the living room, the evening light had shifted to a deep amber, casting long shadows across the furniture. Fred was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bottle of beer in hand. Beside him stood a woman I didn’t recognize—mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and a sharp, knowing smile. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her curves, and her eyes swept over me with an appraising gaze that made my stomach clench.