Free Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

We were assigned to work on a group project, and unfortunately, I was paired with no one other than Rose, the sexy girl. Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

“Yes, God, yes, harder…” He reached around and rubbed tight circles over her clit. The second orgasm crashed through her almost immediately, pussy clenching around him so hard he cursed. Blackwood pulled out suddenly, spinning her around and lifting her onto the desk. Papers flew everywhere and he shoved her legs wide, hooked them over his elbows, and drove back in, face inches from hers. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded. Kenzie’s eyes locked on his, stormy gray, pupils blown with lust. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, biting kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her whimpers and his low, filthy praise.

"Or maybe it's because no one has ever made me feel like this." "I want you to do this again," she said. Her hand left his neck and traveled down his chest, past his stomach, until she gripped his cock. It was already starting to throb and grow heavy in her hand again. She began to stroke it with a slow, expert rhythm. She watched it grow in her hand, the dark skin stretching tight as it reached its full, monstrous length once more. "Fuck..." Blacky cursed under his breath. He felt his blood rushing back down. "Didi, you match my energy so well. You’re making it impossible for me to leave. You're a dangerous woman."

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

He stopped just in front of the couch, towering over her, looking down at the way her bare legs peeked out from under the oversized shirt. “Do you even know what that book’s about?” “I was getting to the good part.” “Were you?” She opened it deliberately, finding the highlighted page she’d peeked at earlier. Then, slowly, she began to read aloud. “I want to be your slave, to suffer whatever punishment you deem fit, to endure whatever you ask of me, as long as it is you who commands.” Adrian’s jaw clenched. She met his gaze, daring. “That good part?”