Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

he grunted, reaching around to rub my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my second orgasm building. “Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot load.” He roared, his cock pulsing as he exploded, flooding me with his cum. I shattered around him, milking every drop as ecstasy consumed us. We collapsed, panting, his arms enveloping me protectively. “I love you, Kamilla. Marry me. Let's make this real.” Tears of joy pricked my eyes. The plot twist of the false positive had cleared the path, and now, with Katrina's blessing, our future shone bright.

In the huge white-themed bedroom, scented candles flickered gently, and the meaning behind their seemingly harmless presence wasn't so subtle. My best friend said that the scented candles were the ultimate game-changer, that they could spice up the sexual mood, and although I didn't believe it, I still went ahead and bought them. That's how desperate I was, after all. Desperate for a proper f*ck. For a brief moment, my gaze flickered to the unusually quiet grandfather clock, a symbol of old money, and a shaky breath slipped past my lips when I saw the time on the display. It was exactly 11:55 deep in the night, and we only had five minutes before twelve.

“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. THE END

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming. By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."

Damien roared and followed, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep she felt it in her womb. He collapsed over her, still buried inside, and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His hand slid down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively as they drifted off. “Mine,” he whispered into her hair. Isabella closed her eyes, chest tight with something far more dangerous than hate.

"Hold onto the edges and don't let go." I grip the heavy corners of the table, my knuckles turning white as I stare at the dark grains of the wood. Colton stands right behind me, his muscular chest pressing flat against my back, his skin burning hot through his gray thermal shirt. He reaches down and grips the waistband of my damp lace panties, ripping them down my legs with one smooth, powerful tug. He tosses them onto the floorboards, leaving my lower half bare, exposed, and glistening in the firelight.

I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw. “What’s your name?” I ask, even when i know, His thumb drags over my bottom lip, leaving a streak of red. “Cole,” he rasps. Blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth. “Fuck… don’t” “Don’t what?” I hiss, but his head rolls, his grip slipping. “Let me die,” he whispers. I shouldn’t care. But the way his pulse flutters the way his lashes tremble, something in my chest twists.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl