Smut Books Dark Romance 소설 & 이야기

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

"But this ends now." Author's note: Don't forget to check my new book, The Alpha's Third Mistress. You can use the search bar to check if you somehow can't find them in the list of my books. Enjoy! Also, If you crave intense, slow-burn, dark, taboo romance with a deliciously dark edge, dripping with passion, obsession, secrets, tension, and twists that will test every boundary and leave you gasping for more, check out my new book, MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEP-BROTHER.

"None of us is bleeding to death, so I think it's progress." We ate in silence, the delicate clatter of plates masked the pregnant silence. Until I couldn't take it anymore. "Is this how it's going to be?" I asked, cutting the lamb with a knife. "What?" Lucas stopped mid-chew to asses confusedly. His beautiful five-o'clock shadow emphasized his bone structure, his eyes laced with desire and amusement. I took it all in. Lucas De Marchi will soon be my husband. My stomach did a turn, but I washed it away with wine.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

The words spilled out filthy and angry but they made my thighs press together, because damn it I was addicted to how he wanted me. Damien grabbed the photos from my hand and tossed them aside, then pulled me flush against his chest. “Every fucking night,” he admitted, voice low and honest as his mouth brushed my ear. “I look at you in those frames and remember how your pussy clenched around me. How you moaned my name like you couldn’t get enough. You’re mine in ways no one else gets. Don’t act like you hate it. I feel how wet you are right now.” His hand slid under my skirt, fingers rubbing slowly and firm.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

His brows were deeply creased, eyes so dark and molten. “Swallow it,” he commanded, his voice dark. “All of it.” I swallowed, gulping hard, the thick warmth sliding down my throat. The taste lingered, heavy and masculine. My face burned with humiliation and arousal as I swallowed again, feeling it settle in my stomach. A strange, filthy thrill ran through me at being used like this. Ziven pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting my swollen lips to his cock. He smeared the head across my lips, marking me.

He reached down and gripped a fistful of Elias’s soft dark hair, tilting his head back. “Take it out.” Elias’s fingers trembled as he reached up and unbuckled Damien’s belt. The metallic sound felt deafening. He pulled the zipper down and freed Damien’s thick, heavy cock. It was already hard, flushed dark, and intimidatingly big up close. The head glistened with precum. Damien didn’t wait. He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them.

“Fuck it! I love your cock!” It was too late to take it back because she could see the hurt clearly written on Ariel’s face. Her breathe caught in her throat when Noel pulled at her hair aggressively as he pounded into her. Lorna cried out in pain and pleasure as she and Noel reached climax. AUTHOR NOTE It is a very unique experience to create a story very dear to my heart and get to share it with you! This is my first time writing a smut book so I want as much as possible keep it long like my other books. I still think I am doing a great job as a first timer. I hope it was fun reading this short book just as it was fun for me while writing.