Dark Spicy Romance Books Novels & Stories

While my sister stood right there, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of her husband’s cock. Damien’s hand rested casually on the desk as he spoke to her. “Thanks, babe. Busy morning. Just finishing some… urgent work.” I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around the thick shaft, tasting myself on him. He twitched in my mouth. Claire laughed softly. “You’re always so tense with these reviews. Let me rub your shoulders real quick.” I froze for a second, but Damien’s hand slid under the desk and gripped my hair, pushing me further down until his cock hit the back of my throat.

I walked her to my car instead of hers, and when I turned to thank me for the coffee, we were standing too close. Her perfume filled my senses, mixing with the heat of her body. "Desmond—" I didn't let her finish. I closed the distance in one sudden movement, slamming my lips against hers. The kiss was desperate and hungry, fueled by hours of suppressed longing and the lingering rage of my morning. I pressed her back against the cool metal of my car door with a heavy thud, my hands tangling in her hair to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss until we were both gasping for air.

she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

Safi began to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal pace, fucking her in front of everyone. Ardayar watched, his face a mask of horror and humiliation. Elham could see the tears in his eyes, the defeat in his posture. She reveled in it, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Fuck, Safi,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder. Faster. Make me come all over your big, fat cock.” Safi obliged, pounding into her with renewed vigor. Elham screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls squeezing Safi’s cock. He followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her with a roar of her name.

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

5. Skylar Fireworks! In all truthfulness, I never dreamt of a day like today. How could life be so good? When my and Pietro's lips meet, I see fireworks explode as if on a new year's eve. It is beautiful and magical and …. Let's just say it isn't anything I had ever expected. His lips are soft and warm and I sit there in a daze first before I react. When I do and match him, I know I am gone and I ain't coming back from this.