Romance Obscuro Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

He said and grabbing the thin strings which was protecting my modesty he tore it making the dress to pool around my ankles. "Abram--" I whispered his name but as if it went to Deaf ears I watched as his eyes darkened and roamed all over my body. I covered my bra claded chest trying to protect my virtue from this monster of a man. A smirk played on his mouth there was a sinister glint in his eyes "don't hide yourself from me baby, let your hubby See your sinful body" He Voice held so much darkness that it felt unbelivevble that it was coming from him.

His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

His eyes were shut close, mind in daze relishing the feeling of her lips. Ana tried to push away but whom was she kidding. She should have learnt by now that its meaningless until he decides to set her free from his lethal grip, she cannot move an inch away from him. Leonardo was sucking her soul out with his tongue unaware that three pair of eyes were being the spectator of their passionate kiss. Victor had a proud smirk while Fernando had an emotionless eyes and blank expression staring at his grandson private moment with that small witch. A temptress. Like his boss, Angelo also had a blank expression. Fernando snapped two of his fingers in the air and Angelo nodded. He climbed down the st

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

The morning found these two lovers, naked before the eyes of the fauna that also woke up with them, Maria De La Cruz, felt ashamed to see her naked body, she remembered everything, but her actions were undoubtedly the pink drug; Emiliano Romero, had woken up as new, splendid, but when he saw her, he also felt ashamed, both had surrendered to the lust and passion of that moment. They got up and got dressed, they wanted to hide their love affair, but Maria's torn t-shirt left Emiliano's back exposed, under those circumstances it was impossible to hide it, it was obvious that love was blooming like the spring between them, however they remained silent, as if they were two little ones who were j

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Content warning: The following phrases contain graphic, explicit language and depict non-consensual, violent acts. They are intended for a dark romance context and do not promote or condone real-life harm. Hayden “You like the cold steel of this knife spreading your little hole open?” Maddox asked as he pushed the knife deeper, twisting it, causing Kyle to cry out. “Your tiny ass can't handle it, can it?” He laughed darkly. “I'll fuck you with this knife until you're bleeding and broken… for me.”