Once You're Mine A Dark Stalker Romance Reviews Novels & Stories

The contrast of white against her beautiful dark skin made her look otherworldly—like the moon resting in a bed of stars. I moved closer to her, every step heavy with the ache of missing her. There was a fear buried deep in my chest—that a monster like me didn’t deserve something this pure, this breathtaking. But she’s mine anyway. Mine to love. Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. Mine to marry. Mine. Mine. Mine—all mine. I could feel Damon, my wolf, clawing his way to the surface, restless—impatient. I didn’t fight him this time. I let him through.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Heck, I am someone who stays in the present all the time. "Nothing. I was just curious about everyone on the stage. You know that I have never seen them before," I replied, trying to act normal, and force a smile, and I knew for sure that it was awkward. "Oh them! We have seen them a lot before," Stella said with a smile, turning to look at the stage. Her smile widened, as she continued, "Mr. Black is my favorite one out of everyone there!" "You have seen him before?" I asked, confused, even though I knew very well that her father was one of William's business partners.

My walls clenched around his fingers, and I felt the slick rush of release as he continued to work me through it, his tongue never stopping, never letting me come down. I was shaking, my legs barely holding me up as I leaned heavily against the tiles, my body spent. But he wasn’t finished. He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his dark eyes glittering with satisfaction, his lips glistening with my arousal. “You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending another shiver down my spine. “Mine.” I barely had time to catch my breath before he stood, his body towering over mine, the heat of him pressing against me as he pinned me to the wall.

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

She again said nth time, but this time she finally got a reply. His chest pushing them back further till they reached the railing with the beautiful view below. He blocked her between his body and the railing as he spoke. "You should be ma petite souris, for when I say that you are mine, you are in all the fuc*** senses!!" Her eyes widened seeing his possessive side come on the surface for the first time. Moving his face closer to her and trailing the length of his nose along her jawline he whispered. "You are mine Stalker and I won't let any fudging thing take you away from me!"

I laid there, just feeling her warmth and caressing her perfect skin. I slowly started to move her so I could get out of bed and find my clothes. Just as I was getting dressed, I heard her sweet little voice in the dark. “Stay.” I beamed, maybe I should stay. “Would it be so bad for me to see you,” she said. I decided to stick to the plan but I would need to set another date. “All in due time baby girl, I want to ride this a bit longer, it’s too fucking hot. Not that I’m not dying to see you, see your body, which I fully intend to explore even more in the light, if that’s possible.”

Whenever I have fucked women, I have never seen their faces as I prefer to close my eyes, and every time I close my eyes, the image of Elena appears in the dark. But this time her image was blurring and it was getting replaced by someone else. I picked up the speed and the moans of the woman under me grew louder while I tried to focus on the image. The girl was looking a lot like Elena and she was illuminating light in the dark. With every thrust the image of the girl was getting clearer. I came hard the moment I recognized that the girl is none other than Nikki who is acting like a light in my dark.

Luckily during my training, I got well-versed in every genre. Actually, dark romance is a guilty pleasure of mine. Not that I'll ever admit that. I've read many, and I know how to make her books as dark as they can be. She must be new to writing it because she completely discarded the truly dark romance plot and went to the morally gray one. Just because I like dark romance doesn't mean I want to do this stuff to her.

“End it this way. Share me. Then kill each other or forgive.” Darkness won. I took her mouth. Damien took her pussy. Double-teaming the stepsister we both craved. She moaned like a broken angel, taking us deep. I switched to her ass while Damien used her cunt. The sensation, her holes stuffed, bodies slapping, was obscene. Extreme DP. She came harder than ever, squirting around us. But I wasn’t sharing forever. I disarmed Damien mid-thrust, knife to his throat. “She’s mine.”