Masked Men Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 1 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

At the far end, a sprawling space with a large open balcony offers a stark view of the inky, turbulent sky. Everything in this mansion screams of wealth, but it's steeped in darkness-cold, oppressive, and terrifying. As we pass each door, my pulse quickens, and I find myself standing before the last door at the end of the corridor, trapped between the hulking guards. One of them raps his knuckles against the dark mahogany door. A moment later, it creaks open, revealing an expansive, shadowy office that reeks of power. The room is meticulously decorated, with luxurious couches, floor to ceiling window, towering bookshelf filled with unreadable files and books, and a dark wooden desk that comm

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

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The woman looked down at her ruined clothes before slowly lifting her head toward me. “YOU?!” Before I could even respond, another voice suddenly echoed through the room. A deep voice. Cold. Familiar. “What’s happening here?” The woman immediately turned. “Colen...”

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.”

The way his fingers had found me soaking and the groan that had torn out of his chest. I shifted in my seat. I imagined him here. Not as the man he actually was, controlled, composed, the kind of alpha other men stepped back for without being asked, but as the man from the dream. The one who would lay me down on the desk, his hands rough as he pushed my skirt up, his fingers finding the damp heat between my legs. I imagined the way he would groan when he felt how wet it was, like this morning, like every morning, the way his c*ck would twitch against my thigh as he told me exactly what he was going to do to me.

he added the last part, making me grimace as I remembered yesterday’s incident. “What about now? I’m sure there are multiple she-wolves interested in dating you,” I suggested. “Are you speaking for them… or yourself?” He took a sip of his drink. His face stayed normal, but the mischief in his eyes was evident. “I-I… that’s not what I meant,” I stuttered. “Had a taste of me. A taste of what it’s like fucking a real man. Now you can’t get enough of it,” he added cockily.

The other leaned in close enough that her bare shoulder brushed his chest. My stomach twisted. I stared at the pictures longer than I should have. He looked so fucking hot it hurt. The same cold, controlled man who had ordered me to keep his cum inside me on Saturday now looked sun-warmed and approachable, surrounded by women who clearly wanted him. Were they just friends? Or had he bent them over desks too? Had he made them swallow for him, told them to keep it in, dismissed them with the same quiet authority? I swallowed hard. My heart was beating too fast.

Ash leaned over me, one hand beside my head, and spoke like we were already mid-bet. “Here’s how this goes, Leith. We stole you. We’re keeping you. Rook just knotted you until you came twice and looked like you wanted to kill him for it. When I get in you, I’m going to make you say my name when you finish. We’ll keep score. Who gets you louder. Who gets you wetter. Who makes that proud little cock spend without being touched.” His thumb smeared my own cum across my hip. “Winner doesn’t matter as much as the ending. Ending is both of us. You don’t get one alpha. You get twins.” “I’ll run.”