Deep Dark Dangerous Book Novels & Stories

The blindfold made her feel everything more deeply—the way his tongue teased, the way his tongue probed slowly, then deeper—his mouth, his hands, his teeth grazing her skin. And in that darkness, she found something that scared her more than his power. She liked it. She wanted more.

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

I read it when I was alone. ‘My room at midnight.’ Midnight comes, and my heart hammers in my chest as I slip down the dark hallway to his door. He opens it before I even knock, pulls me inside, and then leads me through another door I have never noticed before. The room is dim, lit only by a few low red lamps. My pulse jumps when I see thick cuffs hanging from the bedposts. A whip on the wall. A padded bench in the corner. The big bed in the middle has black sheets and sturdy posts. I'm still looking at the details of the room when he removes his sleeves, staring at me shirtless

She took out her cell phone and turned on the torchlight and so did Celeb, and they began heading forward through the pathway, at each side were different trees and it was so dark, one can feel danger lurking there. "Katherine, tell me one thing..." Celeb fastened his footsteps to catch up with her, his eyes still darting from left to right. "Why are we here?" He asked. Katherine exhaled sharply, she looked forward. "I’m here to clear my head." She told him and Celeb blinked, it was insane to come to this dangerous place just to clear her head. He made a face and looked at her again. "Hold on," He thought of what she said and spoke out again. "You are here to clear your head when there are l

Joel is built like something designed specifically to ruin women's composure. He's the quietest of the three and somehow that makes him the most dangerous. He undresses efficiently and completely and stands there and lets me look and I look at all three of them, Dante still on his knees, Marcus behind me, Joel standing in the middle of the room, and something wild and electric moves through me. Three men. All mine. All tonight. "Come here," I say to Joel.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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My other hand summoned the Book of The Damned and as always, the book knew what I needed and it flipped pages over pages in a swift motion until it stopped on a black page with white ink. Dmitry caught sight of it. “Do not even think about it. Trust me, you do not want to use dark magic, Xy. It will only make it worse. And there is a much expensive price tag for dark magic. It could take a toll on you,” he warned me. “Well, I’m not about to lose my mate!” I didn’t heed his warning as I started reading the first line.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.