Extreme Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

He makes me suck his cock while I tease my own clit and when I’m about to come, he finishes deep between my legs while I scream his name. I noticed a change in him, too. He cuddles me at night in the darkness after fucking me into submission. He whispers sweet things in my ear. He tells me he’ll slay a dragon for me. He’ll invade a kingdom for me. He’ll give me the world, and all I have to do is ask. But eventually, I need to eat, so when Mil asked me out to lunch, I decide to accept. “When will you be back?” Nikolai looked at me like he’s about to rip my clothes off and refuses to let me go.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Elias murmured, his gravelly baritone dropping to a low, chilling frequency that vibrated straight through her skin and echoed off the high walnut bookshelves. "You think the entire world operates on neat algorithms and balance sheets. But the dark market that funded your father's legacy is incredibly dirty. You think your mother's death ten years ago was an accident of bad weather, a tragic combination of a slick road and poor visibility during an Edmonton rainstorm." He stepped toward the central iron workbench that dominated the middle of the room, his long shadow sweeping across the floorboards. The heavy leather folder hit the metal surface with a sharp, echoing slap that sounded like a

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎

His ass glistened under the dim light, a canvas of red and desire, as I pressed forward, my massive cock breaching him with a force that split the night, each thrust a violent poem written in blood and sweat. I fucked him hard, our bodies sliding in the pooling crimson like lovers in a forbidden ritual, his screams echoing off the walls—raw, primal cries that twisted pleasure and agony into something beautifully savage. “Take it all, my dark angel,” I snarled, gripping his hips to drive deeper, the blood smearing us both as his body arched and begged for more, turning the horror into a hypnotic dance of dominance and surrender. As I drove into Kyle with unrelenting force, his wet body rockin

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.