Dark Romance Smut Books Novels & Stories

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

Finally, his strength gave out, and he collapsed heavily on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We lay there in the quiet room for a long time, both of us breathing in heavy, ragged gasps. The chest-to-chest contact was warm and heavy, our hearts hammering in unison like two war drums finally slowing down. Slowly, he shifted his weight off to the side, pulling me tight against his side while his hand rested comfortably on my hip. "Well," he rasped out, his voice laced with a dark, satisfied smirk as he looked down at me. "Are you still talking trash, little girl?"

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

I hate how wet I get just reading his orders. My fingers move slowly, torturously slowly. Slick sounds fill the quiet garden air. I bite my lip hard. “So wet…” I type. “Throbbing for a stranger…” I don’t finish the sentence. Another message pings. “Stop touching. Edge only. Hold it right there. Imagine my hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head while I watch that pretty nun cunt clench and cry for release. You’re dripping on the stones, aren’t you, dirty little whore?”

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

Enjoy! Also, If you crave intense, slow-burn, dark, taboo romance with a deliciously dark edge, dripping with passion, obsession, secrets, tension, and twists that will test every boundary and leave you gasping for more, check out my new book, MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEP-BROTHER.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.