Dark Spicy Books Novels & Stories

She grabbed the journal again, propping it open on her stomach, and read while her fingers worked. If she comes back, I won’t be gentle. I’ll throw her down on this very bed, spread her thighs wide, and eat her cunt until she squirts on my tongue. I want her taste burned into my memory. Then I’ll flip her over, ass up, and slide my cock into her tight little hole inch by inch. Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

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When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

*Some books remember what they read. Her fingers brushed the cover anyway. It was warm. The moment she lifted the heavy lid, the grimoire exhaled, a long, slow breath of warm air that smelled of aged ink, sweet myrrh, and something unmistakably carnal. Golden runes flickered to life across the first page, writing and rewriting themselves in elegant, hypnotic spirals. Rowan’s breath caught. She should close it. She should chain it again and leave. Instead, she leaned closer.

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

“Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter take care of each other.” I didn’t need convincing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth, burying my tongue deep inside her hot, creamy hole. She tasted like sex—sweet, tangy, mixed with the faint musk of Jake’s cock. Sarah moaned loudly and dove between my legs, licking long, hungry stripes up my slit before sucking hard on my swollen clit.

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

I spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her. And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to her puckered asshole. She was so tight and clenched for me as I started pushing in.