Dark Romance Short Stories Novels & Stories

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“Rene, what do you want me to say? What kind of request is that for a dying man to make?” “Right!” I sat down with my weight. “I can’t do that. I can’t break my vows that way.” Lisa nodded. “I understand totally. But then again, Nathan is asking you to do this. He’s giving you permission to rekindle that dormant part of yourself. How long has it been, again?” “It’s been a year. Three months, to be exact.” “A year of no loving? With recent touching yourself?”

He didn't want me anymore? Was he already bored of me? I collapsed to the bed. My body was still shivering as minutes passed. Soon the door suddenly burst open. I flinched to see Damien walk back into the room. “You didn't think I left you, right?” He asked. There was a wide grin on his face. And I glanced down at his hands. He was carrying something. Fuck. He had a collar and lube in his hands. I was a goner. He walked over to me.

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, double penetration, extreme rough sex, cuckold dynamics, suspended sex, intense content. 18+ only. One week. Jessica had counted every single hour of the seven days since Dante had fucked her in front of her husband. She'd barely been able to think about anything else....the size of him, the way he'd claimed her, the brutal pleasure that had ruined her for anyone else. Mark knew. Of course Mark knew. He'd seen the way she touched herself every night, whispering Dante's name. He'd watched her check the window obsessively on Thursday, waiting for the gardener to arrive.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I gasp at our closeness, I couldn't remember when did my body leaning forward into his. And again I gasp as the sudden feeling creeps into my skin when he placed his rough hand underneath my short dress. I try to pry his hand away but he grabs into it even tighter. His lips come in contact with my jaw and he gives me a wet kiss all along the way to my collarbone. "What are you doing?" I ask in a low whisper. Instead of an answer, a groan came from him when I realize that he had torn my dress apart revealing my almost naked form to him.

The rain never let up, a cold, endless curtain that turned the world gray and blurred the edges of everything except him. Lucian's arms locked around my waist like steel, keeping me upright when my knees had long since buckled. My body still quivered from his mouth—aftershocks rippling through my core, clit throbbing with every heartbeat—but the venom had only changed shape. It no longer burned bright and frantic; it sank slow and heavy, pooling low in my belly, turning every shallow breath into a silent, desperate beg: fill me, break me, own me completely.