Lesbian Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.”

I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls. The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more. I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their s

Her collarbone was exposed and my mouth watered as a sinful image of just how people she would look with my hickeys littered across her neck flashed in my mind. I felt a deep need to possess her and my thoughts were cut short as my eyes trailed down to her lap. I felt myself losing control as I drank in the sight of her delicious thigh. It was tempting, inviting, and within reach, as it glistened under the white light of the car. I took a sharp breath as I tried to keep my composure, but no matter how hard I tried she unraveled me with nothing more than her presence. Our eyes met and for a moment the world around us faded into nothing. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between awe and some

“Do you really have sex slaves?” I froze, remembering the drunk from the hospital’s parking lot. Gods! What should I tell her? What will she think of me? “They are not sex slaves per se.” I began to explain. “Everything was consensual.” “So you have sex slaves.” Dora asked, and I could see the distrust in her eyes as she took a step back from me. I felt a rush of anger. I didn’t do anything wrong so why was she judging me? “They are more like a harem of lovers, Dora.” I said in a cold voice. “You can’t expect that a man like me won’t have needs.” Immediately, I regretted my statement as I watched Dora nod slowly in understanding.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

I devoured hungrily, caressing the other with my hand. I attempted to move slowly, but my little man had other ideas, and I was resisting that too. We were locked in a battle of desire. But as passion took over, I abruptly halted, trying to change the course of events. However, she swiftly seized me and clung to me, taking my hands and guiding them where she desired. It was like a waterfall, or perhaps an ocean. I can’t quite put it into words. She was unapologetically wet! Without a hint of remorse.

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

she challenged him, her voice laced with lust. Dylan tongue trailed her ears down to her neck and she let out a moan. “You're gonna regret this decision you made, kitten. You're playing with fire and it's gonna consume you. "I'd burn just to see the flames," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, daring him to ignite the spark. Dylan growled as he slammed his lips against hers, their tongues tangled as they exchanged salivas, their passion igniting like a wildfire. “You've tested the devil himself, and you'll burn for it.” He spoke as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Taking down her panties, he sniffed it and whispered, “You smell so good, kitten.”