Dark Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

She was laying naked and bathing in her own blood there. From that moment whenever he felt rage he used to cut his own hand and suck the blood out thinking it was Avalyn's ,that gave him peace of mind. Damien had his eyes closed and his head hung low as he finished telling him how he did everything with her in brief. "I had buried her in that graveyard by myself, and you know what I had named her," he smirked. "Devil's Innocent Angel, She was mine and I was the Devil and she was pure Innocent Angel whom I ruined,But I don't regret a single moment spent with her, she was delicious just like her blood",he said and his laughter echoed in the whole room.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

The contrast of the dark terror in my chest and the needy moisture gathering between my legs was driving me mad. "Please what?" he growled, his grip tightening just enough to make me arch into his frame, my chest pressing against his. His dark eyes locked onto mine, stripping away every single defense I had left. "Tell me what you want, little wolf. Tell me before I take it anyway."

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

I lightly brushed his chest. “I can see you want it to,” I whispered. “Don’t deny yourself pleasure.” He jumped and turned to face me. “I cast out the devil, Father return your daughter to a pure heart,” he said, clutching his crucifix tightly, muttering Latin words. I chuckled softly. “No one can stop the devil today… not even God. But let’s see if he can withstand temptation.” I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)