Darkromance Novels & Stories

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.

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

“No matter what it is, I'm telling you it's fun. Darren and I do it all the fucking time, and for four years our relationship hasn't been any stronger, okay?' He proposed last week; you were there, and this week we're all going to an underground swinger sex party, so brighten up the mood. You know, Damon, if you don't do this, he won't; he's a sucker for your emotions. He loves you, but commonly you've got to let the guy loose once in a while,' Tara asserted, her tone making it final, like she wasn't going to allow any sort of argument any longer. We walked through a dark, narrow corridor, pushing open a door guarded heavily once more; colours of lights burst free, and a tiny, fractured, str

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Kendrick's eyes closed, his body tensing as he neared his own release. He quickened up the pace, his hips moving like fast, as he slammed into her with full force that left her screaming. And finally Dr. Kendrick came, he lay on the bed breathlessly and looked at Bianca with a sly smile playing on his face. "You're a bad girl" he groaned and stood up, Bianca lay there looking tired and worn out.

Marcus turned his head toward me and his voice came out as a tired whisper: “Jordan… I never want to stop after this. Never ever.” A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I looked into his eyes and felt the dark truth settle deep inside me. There was no guilt anymore, only that pure, vicious need I had come to know and he had come to appreciate. “Me neither,” I whispered back. “This is who we are now.” I closed my eyes in the afterglow as my body trembled with exhaustion and satisfaction. The complete corruption washed over me like a warm wave. I belonged to Alex, we both did and the darker it got the more I craved it.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

She sputtered a little, but did not gasp. “I want you alert for this next part.” He handed the bucket back to the sub. “Mistress Lameka, if you don't mind.” Yvonne began to tremble as she heard the woman laugh lightly and step forward. She'd seen Mistress Lameka in action a few times. The subs called her Mozart, because her fingers had the ability to transport people to other realms of pleasure. She was one of the many doms and subs that had attended this Bacchanalian country getaway organized by a friend of Patrick. “Easy love,” Patrick said, stroking her damp hair. “You know your safe word. Say it and all this is over.”

Elena lay there in the quiet, body warm, marked, and thoroughly claimed in a way that felt different from every time before. Dante’s fingers traced slow patterns over her skin. “You’re not payment anymore,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife.” Elena closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and met his gaze in the dim light. “I know.” He pulled her closer, arm tightening around her like he had no intention of letting go. Outside, the city lights glittered on. Inside the penthouse, everything had changed—and somehow, it finally felt decided. **End of Story Two: His Dark Possession **