Dark Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I could feel his cum leaking out around where we were still joined, dripping down my thighs and onto him while our chest heaved. Damien gently ran his fingers through my hair with a tenderness. But his firm grip tightened slightly, a reminder of his control. "You're mine, Elara," he murmured right against my forehead. "Always." "Hmm," I hummed. I closed my eyes. My body was still riddled with the emotions that came with that sort of hard fuck. This wasn't the right time for me to assimilate any sort of thing and he knew that. Yet, I let the darkness of his words sink right into my skin.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

“Nara, it’s okay. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, there are more erotic things than this. Come on, open your legs for me. It’s okay.” He was gently nudging her thighs apart as he spoke softly to her, making her lose her defenses so that she let her thighs fall apart, gasping as he rubbed the sponge agonizingly slowly between her legs. “Oh my God.” she said breathlessly and he captured her mouth in his, kissing her again and rubbing her down there. Inara moaned into his mouth, her body vibrating with sexual arousal. No one had ever touched her so brazenly and it maddened her with passion that she never knew existed.

“Good.” Something about him was different. It was dark and raw. There was a glow in his eyes that seemed primal, almost like an animal that was hungry as he stared deep into my eyes. This was the first time I was seeing him like this and it turned me on so much that I was already becoming wet. “I am going to take care of you tonight,” he said and cupped my cheek. “So, before we proceed. I will ask you one more time… Do you want this?”

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

She wanted to back me into a corner so tight that the only escape was marriage. Her mistake? I do not scare. A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at my mouth. “I dare you,” I said softly. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. And then—she crossed into territory so dangerous it would have terrified a sane woman. “I love dark romance,” she murmured, taking another step toward me. “Your rejection… your hatred… only makes me want you more. Arden, I can feel the tension in you. You’re a man who needs to dominate. A man who needs control. And I’m not afraid of that.”

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.