روايات وقصص ضمن Mine A Dark Erotic Romance Novel Aubrey Dark

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, TABOO STEP-SIBLING DYNAMICS, BLACKMAIL, ROUGH SEX, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). "LINDA'S POV" I thought I had locked the doors. My parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and my stepbrother Royce was supposed to be at the gym. The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, and I was finally free to do what I’d been craving all day.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

RYAN'S POV The room felt hotter now and Liam lay under me flushed and breathing hard with his eyes glassy from all the alcohol and lust hanging in the air. I had wanted him for so long with years of stolen looks and forbidden thoughts that had finally crashed down on us in this bedroom while the party was in full motion below. My idle hand ran over his chest in order to feel the way his hard muscle would twitch under my touch. “You are mine tonight, Liam. All fucking mine,” I grunted.

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

And the way his breath hitched told me he wanted this just as much as I did. I sat back, letting my hands roam over him, tracing every line I’d drawn, every mark I’d left behind. Mine. The thought pulsed through me, dark and consuming. Without breaking eye contact, I brought the knife to my own chest. The sting was sharp, grounding. A bead of blood surfaced, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, devouring kiss—letting him taste me the way I’d tasted him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against his mouth, my voice rough, barely controlled. “You’ll feel me for days. You’ll be mine… completely mine.”

I heard footsteps and it was coming closer. “Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…” I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is. His text from last night keeps looping: ‘ruin… holy little cunt… forget how to pray.’ Each syllable drips lower, coating my folds un

I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment. For a moment, I was in awe of what I had become. This man kidnapped my mother and I, and is forcing me to become his sex slave, and instead of being repulsed by him and his very existence, I find myself wanting his touch. "Do you want it?" He leaned in, his fingers digging into my sides as he brought his face closer to my ear. He breathed down on my neck, his warm breath making my back arch in want. "Admit it Elena, you want me just as much as I want you. You're drawn to my darkness, you can't resist me." He mocked, whispering in

The auburn one pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine, tasting herself on me, while the curvy one pressed against my back, her hands roaming my ass, fingers teasing my tight hole. “Inside,” the auburn one whispered, leading me to the cabin, her ass swaying hypnotically. The curvy one followed, spanking me with each step, making me whimper. Inside, they stripped completely, their bodies a feast—auburn’s lean muscles, curvy’s full hips—and pushed me onto a fur rug by the fireplace.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.