Dark Romance Short Stories Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“Would you have married me if I wasn't a King, if I was just an ordinary werewolf?” ‎ ‎”I believe I would. What we have isn't ordinary or fleeting. I'll choose you everytime Dravon.” A smile graces his face at my answer. “Now can we face the important issue at hand?” “Elara,” He calls out his voice low and fierce. He steps closer again. “There’s nothing more important than you.” ‎ ‎And then his lips crash against mine. It’s not a gentle kiss, it’s filled with yearning and hidden passion. My fingers clutch at his shirt as he pulls me closer, his scent wrapping around me. His hand slides to my waist, holding me firmly, as though he’s terrified I’ll vanish if he lets go.

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

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Gonna send you back to your desk with my cum dripping down your thighs while you sit across from your sister at lunch.” The forbidden image pushed me into another orgasm. Damien buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, panting. He finally pulled out and turned me around, kissing me slow and deep. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you?” he murmured against my lips. I nodded, dazed and satisfied. “I can’t stop.” “Good.” He smirked, dark and possessive. “Because this is only the beginning, Elena. And I’m going to ruin you completely.”

He just watched her, the red emergency light outside bleeding faintly through the shower room door, painting everything in a soft, wicked glow. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t romance. It was the kind of heat that came from being trapped together in the middle of a long summer night, with nothing but sweat, water, and reckless hunger. And neither of them planned to stop.

Each round was intense, passionate, and filthy. By 5 AM, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My voice was hoarse. My body was covered in hickeys, bite marks, and handprints. My pussy was swollen, red, and constantly overflowing with multiple loads of his cum that ran down my thighs onto the floor. Damien finally pulled me into his arms on the pool table, kissing me deeply as the first light of dawn began to creep through the high windows. “You’re staying here until opening,” he whispered, his hand gently stroking my cum-filled pussy. “I’m not letting you go home to him yet.”

“I was poisoned by a man I once called friend. He wanted my lands and title. I died slowly in the room just below us, calling out for a wife who was no longer there. The pain was terrible, but the loneliness afterward was worse. I remained trapped here for over a century.” His hand slid lower between my thighs. Cool fingers found me wet and stroked me gently. I moaned softly and pressed back against him. “I am sorry,” I whispered. “You must have been so lonely.” “I was.” his fingers circled my most sensitive spot with perfect pressure. “Until you came to this house. So quiet and gentle, yet full of hidden fire. You have awakened me, Helen.”