Extreme Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Livia Solene I melt completely into the heat of his skin, my breath catching as his large, heavy arms wrap around my naked body, pulling me flush against his hard chest beneath the thick, tangled hotel duvet. The heavy, sweet scent of his cologne lingers on the pillows, wrapping around me like a cage I never want to escape. My skin still hums with the electric aftermath of his touch, completely ruined for anything else. It is utterly impossible to say no to a man like Dante. He strips away every defensive wall I spent years building, consuming every fraction of my attention with an intense, staggering devotion that leaves me completely defenseless.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.

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.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

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“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”

The closeness of their back to chest contact was practically stitched with gold wires, allowing for no gap to come in between them as their skin kissed each other in this heated exchange. In this way, these rough and tantalizing thrusts produced an even stronger effects, leaving the nerves in excitation. Twinkling rays of light flashed one by one before Kim's eyes. It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at her with pleasure and content. Sweltering with shame andresentment, she endured with difficulty, however she couldn't help but to fall deeper and harder into the excitement that ravished her reasoning and enticed her into submission. Although, she hated the man behind her

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.