Novel & Cerita Smut Books Dark Romance

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

Their breathing quickened, and the heat radiating from their bodies made the whole room feel like a sauna, only filled with groans and moans. Near the end, Lilith seemed to regain her leadership nature and in one smooth move she was on top, riding Samael like a horse. Her hip movements were firm, and passionate kisses filled his skin with clear, red marks. In addition, she ran her nails over his skin, making small scratches that, however, healed really quickly. Lilith knew exactly what to do to bring Samael to the heights of ecstasy, and he knew her just as well. At that moment she felt that they were truly made for each other, and even their infidelity and tendency to tease each other could

He pulled back just slightly, enough for his lips to hover above mine, his breath mingling with mine. "Because you need it. You need me, Sabrina. You crave the darkness we share. And I’m the only one who can give it to you.” It was a confession, of sorts. A twisted truth that I couldn’t deny, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I wasn’t like him. I reached up, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his jaw. There was no hesitation now, no fighting the urge to pull him closer, to drown myself in the darkness he was offering.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

I gasped out, my voice rough and disoriented, propping myself up on my elbows as shock coursed through me. My heart was pounding not just from surprise but from the immediate rush of arousal, his touch igniting that familiar fire low in my gut. He paused for a split second, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. It had a dark and smoldering with unapologetic desire, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he murmured, “Are you awake?” before diving back in without waiting for an answer, his mouth engulfing me again, sucking harder this time, his tongue tracing the veins along my length from root to tip, lapping up the pre-cum that beaded at the head.

She was becoming more than just an idea, more than just the daughter of some loser who owed me money. I could feel her slipping into my thoughts, her face becoming clearer, like a photograph slowly developing in the dark. There was something about her that pulled me in. I wasn’t proud of it, and I knew it wasn’t going to end well, but I couldn’t help myself. Her strength, her beauty—it was a dangerous combination. I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, the ember fizzling out like the last bit of guilt I still had.

Then, slowly, she lifted her hand and inserted her pinky finger into her ear, twisting it with exaggerated care, as though the problem lay with her hearing and not with his sanity. “Could you repeat that?” she asked again, taking a deliberate step forward. Then another. The firelight painted her face in molten gold and shadow. Her golden eyes had a sharp glint to it. She stopped when she was barely step away from him. She looked like a panther measuring prey. Adrian met her gaze without flinching, and he smirked. To Estelle, that smirk looked evil to her eyes. “You heard me, my love. I am going to be sleeping here from now on.”

She stroked him slowly, savoring the way it twitched and leaked for her. Suddenly, another pair of large, strong hands touched her from behind. Damien had joined them. He pressed his warm body against her back, trailing soft, teasing kisses up the other side of her neck. Lila turned her head, panting, and their lips met in a deep, sloppy kiss. While she continued stroking Marcus’s leaking cock in front of her, she felt Damien’s own massive erection stiffening against the smooth curve of her ass. It grew longer and thicker, the hot, veiny shaft sliding upward along her skin until it nestled between her ass cheeks, pulsing with need.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.