Masked Men Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

I said firmly, my tone intentionally distant. Silence stretched between us until he spoke again, his smile soft but strangely calculated. “Tomorrow is your ritual celebration. You will officially join the Dark Silver Pack and connect with us all.” I nodded slowly. “Would you honor me this evening?” he continued. “Perhaps we could go into town together and find a dress for the occasion.” The way he said it — carefully, smoothly — left no doubt about his intentions. My heart tightened. “I’m afraid I must decline,” I replied, rising slightly from the bench and bowing my head. “My lover would not be pleased to see me in the company of a mateless wolf.”

And I was alone with him. Alone with the Greek who had survived bullets, knives, and my wrath. Alone with the man I both loathed and wanted in ways I would never admit. He looked different here. Vulnerable and even human. Yet I knew better. Monsters didn’t die. And I, perhaps, was one too. Dark, obsessive, and hungry for control. I leaned over him. “You know,” I said quietly, “most men would have begged by now.” I brushed my fingers against the edge of the bandage. “You laughed instead.”

The three dots appear immediately. Is that a problem? I smirk, my heart pounding with dangerous satisfaction. I'm sure it is for the women you sleep with. His reply is sharp, like steel hidden in velvet. I'll have you know I have no complaints. Only begging. Heat pools low in my stomach. Damn him. I don't believe you. This time he makes me wait. Long enough for my pulse to trip over itself. Care to find out firsthand? My breath catches. What an arrogant man. I’m good. Wouldn’t want to wound your fragile ego.

The masked man - Alessio, though he didn't know I knew - pushing inside me for the first time, his voice rough with desire as he said almost those exact words. "You're so tight, baby. So fucking tight. The men you've been with before must have had small dicks because you feel like a virgin wrapped around me." The memory crashed over me with clarity. The dim lighting. The mask covering his face. The spider tattoo on his hip that I'd traced with my fingers. His cock stretching me, filling me, making me feel things I'd never felt before. And now here he was again, his finger inside me, saying those same words, and he had no idea. No idea that this wasn't our first time. No idea that my body alr

Martin’s tongue stroked against his, demanding and unyielding, tasting of expensive bourbon and sweet, dangerous sin. Javed’s hands flew to Martin’s chest, grabbing fistfuls of his white shirt, pulling him closer until there was absolutely no space left between them. The solid, muscular weight of Martin’s body pressed Javed hard against the door, pinning him in place. Martin groaned, one of his hands sliding down Javed’s neck, his thumb tracing the racing pulse at his throat before slipping lower, mapping the curve of his shoulder, the line of his spine. Every touch felt like a brand, scorching Javed’s skin through his thin t-shirt.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

The pain ebbed away, and I could breathe well once more. I was healing so rapidly that even my wolf began to make some slight movements. It was strange and unbelievable. Once again, this man appeared out of nowhere to save my life. Slowly, my eyes fluttered and opened, and I caught the bright smile on his face, but the bright light of the room made me shut my eyes again as they ached. "I've blocked the light. Please open those beautiful eyes " he cooed, and my heart fluttered, butterflies bustling inside my stomach as I slowly opened my eyes again to be met with the handsome vampire.

“Never.” I laughed. ”Why not? I mean, you’re gorgeous.” His cheeks flushed and he smiled. “Just focus on relaxing, Christiana.” But I didn’t give up. “Come on, tell me” I coaxed. Mason sighed. “I’m focused on my career,” I raised my glass. “To successful, handsome bachelors” Mason clinked his glass against mine “To beautiful, sophisticated and intriguing women.” I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. Our eyes met, and I gulped the rest of my drink to ease myself.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside