Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

DRAVEN “You offered yourself as my exclusive slut tonight, so I intend to use every hour until dawn.” She smiles and travels her fingers down my spine. I smile back, brushing the damp strands of her hair from her face. My little flame. Even after I have just filled her, that seductive spark in her eyes hasn’t dimmed one bit. If anything, it is burning hotter now. For me.

I clawed at his shoulders, drawing fresh lines that glowed with the bond's power, blood welling up only to be licked away in hungry strokes. "Harder," I begged, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. "Make me yours completely." He obliged, hips snapping faster, the table creaking under us as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. The watchtower's shadows danced with the flickering light from our marks, casting us in an eerie glow that matched the danger outside. Dorian's earlier words about shelter faded into irrelevance as we lost ourselves—James's pack might hunt us, my coven might chant their severing spells, but here, nothing existed beyond the wet sounds of his cock

His hard cock pressed against Kael’s ass cheek through his pants as he whispered hotly against his ear. “You smell even stronger when you’re like this,” he murmured. “Leaking. Demanding. Blind and still trying to order me around.” Kael’s whole body shuddered. A rough sound escaped him when Riven squeezed the head of his cock, thumb rubbing firmly over the leaking slit and spreading the precum. This was no longer a simple hunt. This was something much darker. And the most intoxicating part was that Kael’s body was responding to every touch, every word, every breath of the dangerous Alpha above him.

Chapter 4 Sienna’s POV “Damien what the fuck are these?” I demanded, holding up a handful of the hidden photos I had just found, my hands shaking as I stood in the back room with my heart racing. “You took these without telling me. Some of them are from nights I thought we were alone just talking after you finished inside me.” He stepped closer, his eyes darkening with that intense possessive look I had grown used to. “Sienna put them down. Those are for me only. You don’t understand how much I need to capture every side of you.”

Literally and figuratively. “Like I said,” Remy said in a low, gravelly voice. “Go relax. I’ll finish dinner.” He removed his hand from my hip as I slipped past him and headed upstairs. When I entered my bedroom, I found a gold and white-wrapped box on the bench in front of my bed. I stared at it for a while until I opened it. On the delicate tissue paper inside was a card. I opened it and read it. “Seasons change, darling. – Remy”

My body hummed with satisfaction, but the fire inside me refused to die. Alex’s cum still leaked slowly from my well-fucked pussy, warm and sticky against my thighs as I lay beside him on the rumpled sheets. The clock on the nightstand glowed just past midnight, the storm outside showing no signs of easing. Good. I didn’t want this night to end. My stepson’s cock had awakened something primal in me, and at forty-two, I felt insatiable. Every inch of my curvy body ached for more of him—his hands, his mouth, that thick, relentless dick stretching me open again and again.

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

Damien cupped her face with both hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks with surprising tenderness. “I thought that old crush had died years ago,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. “But seeing you last night — naked, bound, trembling in my playroom… hearing you moan ‘Sir’ while your pussy clenched around my fingers and you came so fucking beautifully for me… it brought everything back. Stronger. Darker.” Before she could respond, Damien kissed her. It wasn’t the brutal, claiming kiss from last night. This was deep, slow, and devouring — his tongue sliding against hers possessively, tasting her, owning her. Elena melted into him with a soft whimper, her hands sliding up his bare chest.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨