Dark Romance Collection Novels & Stories

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

This weekend the asterisk won. Dominic drove the last three hours alone with Isabella, his father’s twenty nine year old wife. She sat in the passenger seat of the matte-black G-Wagon in a cream cashmere sweater and skirt that rode up her thighs every time she shifted. Her perfume—jasmine and amber—filled the car like smoke. Every time she laughed at the radio or reached over to adjust the heat, her fingers brushed his forearm, and Dominic’s grip on the wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He was twenty-five. Old enough to know better. Young enough that his cock didn’t care about better.

I tidied the messed up place then I heard the door knob opening. It was James. My hell moments are over. Tomorrow would tell, maybe. FEW DAYS LATER Selene's POV I've been avoiding Damian and sadly for sometime now like I would avoid a disease. I wanted my sanity back. But today, I wanted to get James a birthday gift, since last time was a failure. I wrapped the designed box filled with letters,a wrist watch,a neck chain customized with his name,a picture of the both of us and an inner wear singlet. I'm sure he'd love it.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Rosa never mentioned anyone so I assume it's an empty room. I walk slowly to my temporary room as the chill running down through my whole body is still there. Unfortunately, the empty room is opposite the room I am about to enter. I take a glance looking behind me and I notice that the door is slightly open and I realize that the wind that I felt just now is coming from that room. I step forward as curiosity got the best of me despite my cowardness. I push the door open ajar and I was instantly met with darkness. I shiver a bit but still move forward, finding the switch to light up the cold and darkroom.

Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin. He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end. Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a sexual glint dancing around his eyes. "Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me. Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze. But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred