Dark Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets. I shrugged mentally. It must be exclusive to The Order. Any sort of hope I had was dashed by the video. On screen I saw James in a dark room with three men. I'd never seen them before but I would recognise the white thunder shaped tattoo anywhere. The White Light.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

The spoiled princess of the Green Fields Kingdom looked completely wrecked… and I hadn’t even given her the full length yet. Something dark and satisfied settled low in my chest at the sight. “I’m waiting,” I said quietly. Her voice came out broken. “Please… please fuck me properly. I need all of it. I need you deep—” I clicked my tongue and pulled out completely. The sudden loss made her let out a desperate little sound, half-sob, half-whine. I dragged the slick head of my cock up and down her folds again, coating myself in her, pressing just hard enough to make her try to chase it with her hips. Every time she lifted toward me, I eased back, denying her.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

A dangerous part of me wanted exactly the opposite. I eventually fell asleep sometime after midnight. But sleep brought no peace. Only Sebastian. he stood in front of me wearing nothing except dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His dark eyes burned into mine while rain crashed outside the windows behind him. “Come here, princess,” he said in that deep rough voice that always weakened me. I stared at his with lust filled eyes. And went to him immediately. No hesitation. No fear. No resistance. His hands gripped my waist tightly while his mouth crashed against mine hungrily.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”