Masked Men Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

He asked, his tone laced with curiosity. How did that feel? That felt like the most amazing sex I'd ever had. He knew when to make me beg, when to push harder, when to slow down. This was the kind of man I'd spent my whole life searching for. The wannabe dominant men I'd met at clubs couldn't even make me cum twice. Yet he did that, easily. But I knew men like Rocco very well. The moment they knew just how much you loved their strokes, they'd take advantage of it.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

There was a rawness about her, something wild that couldn’t be polished away. That was when she felt it. A gaze. Heavy, unyielding, pulling her attention like a magnet. Across the mezzanine, Damian Cross leaned against the rail with a glass of bourbon in hand. He was the kind of man who made women nervous and men cautious. Tall, dark-haired, with a presence that filled the space without effort. His eyes locked on her like a predator who had already chosen his prey. Isabella told herself to look away, to melt into the crowd, but she couldn’t. Not when his stare pinned her in place, not when something low and primal sparked to life in her stomach.

I gritted my teeth, the frustration rushing through me. Then I noticed the men she was headed towards. They didn’t seem familiar, but the aura alone from this distance was enough to make a knot form in my stomach. There were about 7 to 10 of them, and in the middle of them stood an incredibly handsome man with captivating long white hair. His aura alone was indescribable. Who was he? Suddenly, another man stepped forward from their midst, and my hand flew into my mouth. The red-haired man. My heart began pounding. Why is he here?

It was like the name was grating on something deep within him, and he needed to remind himself that I was there, that I was his now. It made my heart skip repeatedly. The touch sent sparks up my spine, mixing with terror. I was sitting in a room full of men who could tear me apart, and the only thing keeping me grounded was the hand of the man who was destroying my life. One of the eldest of the wolves spoke, leaning back in his chair. He looked tired, like he’d been doing this too long. "Marcus has been making moves lately," he said, swirling his drink. "He’s getting bold."

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

I had changed my name, my face, my entire life to escape him, slipping into this convent like smoke seeking sanctuary, and yet here I was, legs spread in the dark, recording videos of my dripping cunt for him under the name ShadowKing. Shame flooded me so violently I felt nauseous, yet beneath it coiled something far more dangerous. I felt dark, electric thrill that made my nipples tighten against the rough fabric of my nightdress and sent another rush of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. I cursed myself silently, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. How could my body react this way to the very man I had stolen from? The man whose reputation painted him as merciless, calculating, a pr

With tentative motions, she explored the length through his underwear. He breathed raggedly, enduring her exploration for a moment before he rolled away to take off his last garment. Then Tiernan lay on his back beside her, his gaze challenging her to come to him. With trepidation, she eyed the cock standing proudly in the air. Madison gulped, eyes widening at the size. Cleo hadn’t exaggerated when she’d said the man was blessed. She found herself wishing he were a little less gifted as she moved closer, reaching out to touch the glistening head.

Her whimpers and moans were filling his ears with unexplainable pleasure. Damon: Ughh princess I l-love you so much. He whispered near her lips increasing his pace and slamming himself more hard and fast in her making her body to tremble under him. They both felt the ecstasy of the moment. That time there was no mafia king or an innocent possession but instead, there was only a husband making love to his wife. The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha.

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.