Novel & Cerita Dark Spicy Books

“They’re just fun to watch. Narcos, Peaky Blinders, Money Heist, Breaking Bad… They’re just so interesting.” Peter laughed. “With the money the bastards make from that business, I’d take a job in selling drugs over being a boring barman any day. Rotting away here for the rest of our lives, working our asses off… When there’s people who just have to sell a few drugs to make thousands and thousands. Shit isn’t fair.” I giggled in response. “You can say that again.” I trailed off my sentence, narrowing my eyes. “Peter, pour me a Jack Daniels. I’m gonna need some fuel if I’m gonna make it till the end of tonight with all these customers,” I sighed.

We had breakfast and the sexual tension on the table could be cut with a knife. After breakfast, the two priests guide me outside the dining hall to the chapel compound where they show me around until we get to a separate building which they told me is the library for just them both. Immediately we go in, they show me paintings of popes and some older priests that have worked in the chapel and died. Then they show me books and even read some parts out to me. While father Michael was reading a particular one, I couldn’t help but feel like that book had nothing holy in it from the way it spoke about kisses to breasts to being fruitful and multiplying on the face of the earth through sex.

Lucy: What kind of drug. Maxwell sighed heavily before confessing the truth. Maxwell: Its a drug of making a man extremely desperate for sex. Luciana gasped out covering her lips but kept quiet letting Maxwell continue. Max: Its the most dangerous drug regarding making a man horny. In this type of drug cases. Man can't control. If he didn't fulfil his desires then he also can end up raping someone. Or. Maxwell gulped down making Luciana more confused. She stared at him in commotion waiting for him to complete his words.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

Oma whooped, shoving forward, her massive ass jiggling. The second we got in, the smell slammed into me. A very strong, pungent odor that was mostly unpleasant. The air was mixed with sex, smoke, sweat and expensive cologne. I could literally feel the taste of cum down my throat. It was that bad. The music too was defeaning, the beat of the sound thumping against my clit. Everywhere my eyes roamed, people were full on fucking like dogs. Right at the entrance, a young blonde with filler lips was bouncing on a thick, black cock attached to an old man.

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

All I could do was groan and hiss silently, wishing these fools would be among those that my vampire saviour would kill next. As usual, I was thrown into the empty, smelly cell while they all hurried off, locking the door behind me and leaving me to my miserable fate. The place had a stench and couldn't let me breathe normally. It was really smelling badly like spoiled eggs and dead bodies, and I kept belching and gasping for fresh air. I would have vomited, but nothing is in my stomach. I hadn't eaten anything since the morning, so all I could do was spit and cover my nose.

"Jason, I made a huge plate of food today. Huge wild meat, fully spicy, and garnished with jungle herbs. It is sitting right over there." She took my index finger and pushed it even deeper into the hot, fleshy folds of her pussy, letting the wet sound echo in the hut. "So tell me, stranger... would you like to eat that spicy food... or would you rather eat this hot pussy that is dripping wet for you?"

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?