Spiciest Dark Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

I couldn’t scream even though I was dying to and my body felt like it was on fire as I squirmed in my seat. I couldn’t understand what was happening since that water poured on me. Axel had kept his eyes locked on me and it had felt like he was controlling himself from jumping me. I could feel the need coming off him in waves, it was intense and It wrapped around me, slowly seeping into my skin and pulling me in. I looked up and my breath hitched. His eyes were dark, locked onto me with an intensity that made the space between us feel nonexistent. My body responded before my mind could catch up, heat pooling in my core as I melted under his gaze.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

And that was when I collapsed into the pit of darkness. Lorenzo sat staring at his prey, his gaze so focused, he didn't hear the sound of the car moving, taking him away from this part of town, the place that belonged to his prey, a woman named Amelia Stone. And she was the course of all the destructive things that had happened in his life. Within less than twenty-four hours, his world had completely turned upside down. He was so hurt inside, he became numb. Initially, there was so much pain, like a fire taking place inside his heart. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing until there was nothing left inside him.

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

“Take my ass first, Professor. Show sweet little Emma how a real bad girl takes it all.” He positioned me on all fours right beside Emma on the wide couch. His broad, slick cockhead, still shiny with her juices and pressed insistently against my tight asshole. He worked it in slowly, patiently, one big hand stroking my back as the thick head popped past my ring of muscle. The burn was sharp at first, but it melted into the most intense, overwhelming fullness as he sank inch after thick inch deeper. I cried out in pleasure, pushing back greedily until his hips met my ass cheeks and he was buried to the hilt.

Last night was wonderful. I finally slept with Soul and oh wow! He wasn't as good as Dean or Holden but it was still intense and he was so soft and romantic. Rose petals all over the bed, candles everywhere and fizzy grape juice--a pregnant craving--with chocolate covered strawberries! It's as though he read my mind, followed my heart and was making up for all the shit I'd been through over the past few months. In the middle of the night, I'd also woken up to fluttery kicks in my stomach!

“Excuse me?” “You’re too... stubborn,” he continued, waving a hand as if searching for the right insult. “Too reckless. Too—” “Too what?” I challenged, my hands balling into fists. “Too unwilling to play along with whatever insane scheme you’re cooking up?” His dark eyes narrowed. “I don’t cook up schemes, Alessia. This is bigger than you or me.” “Survival?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course. Because clearly, the logical solution to whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into is marriage. To me. A person you don’t even like.”

Her moans rang in her head and his domineering tone made her stomach swell and burst with excitement. Ever since she was a teenager, she loved reading anything that had to do with love. Light romance was her favorite. But when she got introduced to dark romance, she became obsessed. She wanted to explore everything she read and got a boyfriend when she was nineteen but he didn't particularly fulfil her fantasies. She wanted more. Something more thrilling and leg-shaking. When she met Devin again, her darkest desires rekindled and there she was, with him. Would he live up to her expectations? Or disappoint her?

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”