Dark Romance Novels & Stories

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

It has increased to the point no one can save him from Igneel's wrath. How such a steamy mood turned into something so sad. How from kissing each other to admiring each other, scars turned into tears of sadness and anger. "I love you." He said and kissed her lips and cheeks. He could no longer hold his feelings for her. He kissed her teary eyes as he slowly traveled his kisses down to her clothed chest and then to her bare stomach. Her panties were on display. The sadness that he had suddenly turned into a longing for her. He could no longer restrain himself and so he went on her, made love with her so many times and in so many ways, draining her out of her energy as she trembled under him.

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my lips as his voice dropped lower, a growl vibrating through the space between us. "How dare you bring an ex into my house?" "I—It wasn’t on purpose," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze fell to my lips, lingering there, and I felt the heat of his scrutiny like a brand. "You don’t want to hurt him more by making him watch," Remy said, his eyes locking onto mine. They were dark, filled with a possessive hunger that made my heart race. "How bad I want to kiss you, spank you, and humiliate you with my cock."

I hissed without thinking. Richard’s smile made my entire body tense up. He forced his lips against mine, kissing me roughly as I fought to get free. I tried to push him away but with one hand he forced both my hands in between our bodies, trapping them completely. Then he gently moved his knee in circles against my sex, making me cry out against his mouth. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him off me and he was enjoying every second like a sick fucker. I was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly removed his entire body from mine, leaving me in a state of sexual torture. “Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.”

I feel the thundering of his heart beneath his chest. A dangerous game we play. His fingers trace gently along my arm making me look up at him and a whole different fire burns in his eyes now. A fire I feel in my very core and I know he will see it in my eyes, a reflection of his desire. What harm could one night do? Nico is not here, Damian would never find out, just one night like this, after I’ll reinforce his compulsion but don’t we deserve it?

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

(So beautiful) Unable to look at him anymore I turn my gaze towards myself in mirror. "I have brought a gift for you." Luciano says standing behind me Infront of mirror. He strokes my back with his fingers. Shiver runs down my spine. I just noticed that he has a black box in his hand. "Close your beautiful eyes, Ana" With having no energy to fight I close my eyes. He moves to side and I feel his lips on my neck. "Open your eyes." I open my eyes and see a beautiful diamond necklace on my neck. It is so beautiful and is shining so bright.

the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze. “I think he is not really alone” a voice behind me “What makes you think he is not alone?” “You see Mr. Carter, there are a lot of stars and moon at the same galaxy where the sun is, it’s just that he is the brightest of all the stars and he shine on different time here on earth.” “Well he looks alone to me” “He is just too bright that it overpowers the other stars. Not because you cannot see it means they are not actually there.” “Well said, anyway what should I call you again?” I turn and face to the woman Andrea hires for me