Romance Obscuro Novels & Stories

Tension filled the air after her confession, and Luca simply observed her. "No?" she challenged defiantly, but Luca remained silent. "Then we're stuck together, Luca Romano," she declared with a smile, leaning in and pressing her lips against his in a surge of fiery passion. * * Rio closed the door to Luca's office, his heart sinking as his eyes took in the scene before him. The pain he felt was akin to being stabbed, a deep ache that seemed to radiate through his entire being. Xavier, the startled secretary, attempted to keep Rio from entering the office, emphasizing Luca's busyness. But Rio brushed past him, determined to confront Luca.

My gaze stays down, but I know he’s close—his body heat surrounds me like a cage. “Ombra,” he repeats softly, understanding my look without even asking. “It means shadow. Untouchable. Mysterious.” He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. “And now… my shadow. My property.” His hand slides through my hair, trailing down my spine, slow and deliberate. Then he plants a hand beside me on the desk, boxing me in. “Are you in pain?” he asks. Yes. “No,” I lie. No one will see me in pain. No one will see me that weak.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

My voice came out croaked, the air I took in felt like a burn in my chest. "La Rosa Nera was what Jacob named it, being Italian and all," he skipped a step. For some reasons he couldn't stay still. "Valentine and Isabel preferred it be called the normal way in English, The Black Rose." My face drained of all colours as I tried to comprehend what Ronald had just said and failed. My parent were part of the black rose? Pressing my lips into a thin line, I kept silent for him to continue. Ronald began talking, his voice taking on a wistful quality that made my skin crawl. He walked in slow circles around the room, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. The temperature had dropped, or mayb

She hadn't invited him in exactly, but her words, her insecurities about the injuries she sustained because of him, felt like an indirect welcome. Juliet flinched, her arms barely moving, but Matthew could tell that she had been about to cover herself. Hell, if he could have her walk around naked for the rest of her life, he would, just so he could sit back and look at her. "There is nothing about you that I don't love," Matthew said, trialing the back of his fingers down her forearm before interlacing their fingers. Her free hand moved over the ribs where another pink line sat, and Matthew bent forward, the warm spray splashing over the top of his head and onto his back as he placed his war

He rewarded me by curling his fingers again, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. My orgasm built fast and brutal. I was right on the edge, trembling, my nails digging into the table… He withdrew his hand completely. I almost sobbed. Damning him to hell. Dante brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, one by one, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His eyes darkened as he tasted me. "Delicious," he said. "Even better than yesterday." I was going to combust. Spontaneous human combustion was real and it was happening to me right now.

THIRD PERSON POV. Gabriella managed a nod, her words stuck in her throat. Marco shook his head, disapproving growl rumbling low in his chest. His lips touched her forehead in a light peck before holding her gaze again. “Userai le tue parole, sì?” he asked in Italian. Translation (You will use your words, yes?) She sucked in a nervous breath, inhaling his beautiful scent of spice. Unsure if she felt giddy from anticipation or fear. Maybe a dangerous mix of both.

Luca’s POV The ravine felt smaller now, the three of us tangled in mud and moonlight, breaths still ragged from the intensity of our shared release. Dante’s arms remained locked around me, possessive even in stillness; Rocco knelt close, his scarred hand resting on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles over drying cum. The air between us crackled—erotic tension not sated, only sharpened by the world ending around us.

I shot Sabrina a look that screamed are you sure about this? She shook her head and slid into a chair. I wanted to bolt, every instinct screaming to run, but all I could do was sit, clinging to the sliver of hope she carried with her. She shook her head and slid into a chair. My instincts screamed to run, but I had nowhere else to go. Soon, he returned with a bottle of red, expensive wine and poured two glasses. A flick of his hand, and one of his men lit a lamp, softening the room.

Roman slowly broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Liam as he calmly reached up and cleaned a trace of moisture from Mila's lips with his thumb. Liam stood there entirely dumb, his jaw slack as he stared at his girlfriend completely messy, wrapped in another man's presence. Mila felt a sudden sting of reality, but looking at Liam's weak, defeated posture compared to Roman's overwhelming power, she couldn't bring herself to face him. She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. "Welcome," Roman greeted him, his voice cool, deep, and entirely calm. Roman walked over to his massive, expensive leather armchair.