Smut Books Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Every dirty inch of him. The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice hoarse and broken with need. “I want to be your slut…” I whispered, staring into his eyes with my cheeks burning with humiliation. “Your royal slut.” Soren’s grip on my throat tightened possessively, a dark, satisfied smile curling his lips. His other hand slid down to grip my ass, pulling me harder against the thick, hard ridge of his cock straining through his trousers. “That’s my sweet mother,” he murmured against my mouth, and a sweet little smirk on his fucking face. “Now show me how badly that royal cunt needs its son.”

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The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

The casual way she was touching him, like she had every right to put her hands on his body, made rage boil up inside me so hot and fast it took my breath away. And then something else happened. A sharp pain lanced through my chest, right in the center where my heart was. It felt like someone had reached inside me and squeezed my heart with both hands. I gasped and pressed my hand to my chest, trying to understand what was happening. The pain was intense and getting worse by the second. “That’s the mate bond,” Ivy said, and her voice was tight with fury. “Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.”

The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore. Sue’s legs trembled excitedly. She showered twice, wanting to smell good when the predator arrived. She sent him the location she picked, a hotel room where she would splurge her savings and then slipped on a flimsy lingerie. She pulled on a coat and went down to the hotel. She did what he said, turned off the lights, took off her coat and climbed into bed, breathing heavily, waiting for him.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.