Dark Romance Stories Novels & Stories

"It's just this once, and it's the weekend. I already slept at your place, so why don't we both feel good?" It was hilarious how much rationality she was putting into this. Katharina's triple IQ was at work, and gazing at him under her long lashes, she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper, parting her lips, "You teach Romantic Movement. Isn't it about not letting society dictate what we should do? I'm twenty-five, and you already jerked off with my panties." And he could say something else, she pulled down his underwear, her nipples hardening as he sprang out hard, thick and fucking long.

Just the mere look of pity on her face might have made me break into uncontrollable tears. "He's still dating Dinma. It's been almost two weeks, and it's yet for him to change girlfriends." I was exasperated about this stuff. If only we could have taught our hearts whom to love, most of the problems we had now wouldn't have existed. "You're worried he might like her, for him to exceed his four-day dump-and-start-over spree?" She stopped at a red light and turned towards me, giving her whole attention.

“Give me a chance to show you. After all this wedding shit settles.” Dominic didn’t answer. He kissed him instead, deep and possessive, rolling Kyle beneath him again. They went slower this round, almost tender—hands exploring, mouths mapping scars and new muscle. Dominic topped once more, eyes locked on Kyle’s the whole time, watching every flicker of pleasure and vulnerability. It felt too real, too close to the love he’d confessed all those years ago. When Kyle finally left near midnight, Dominic lay awake staring at the ceiling. The plan to pull him in deep and then cut him off was working—Kyle was hooked, texting him late that night with a simple *Can’t stop thinking about you*.

The threat was gone. And in the quiet of the first true dawn, in a small clearing where wildflowers grew through the ruins of an old altar, James laid me down one final time. Not in desperation. Not in battle. But in love. He undressed me slowly, reverently, kissing each inch of skin as he revealed it. I traced the scars on his body—from the wraith, from old wars, from the bond itself. Every mark was a story. Every inch was ours. He teased my clit with his tongue until I was trembling, wet, begging for more. Then he rose above me, looked into my eyes, and slid home with a sigh that was almost a prayer.

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.

“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?”

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Now we are here waiting for him to heal his wounds and pride after being beaten by a girl, human to be exact. I stared at the big hole on the wall where the sunlight could slightly slip through as it set down. Aria is not human. I rolled my eyes at the voice of my wolf, Dom. He usually commands me around when it comes to my mate since I blindly rejected my last two mates. He doesn't want me to be punished forever. I've made a terrible mistake towards the moon goddess. Now she gave me a mysterious mate with a plus one lousy vampire. Look! It's the same monster who killed Aria.

Black gloves. “Mr. Rossi,” the man said politely. Matteo didn’t speak. The man walked over to the chair, sat down, crossed his legs. Unhurried. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to tell you a story.” Matteo’s lips pressed into a line. “What kind of story?” “One about blood. About power. And about how Dominic Pendragon stole everything that was never his to begin with.” --- Back in the city, Dominic stood in his office with blood on his hands.

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.