Romans & histoires Spicy Dark Fantasy Books

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

“You’re already mine. And you’ll never be able to go back.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve fought back, but I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I hated myself for wanting it. For wanting him. But deep down, a darker part of me knew—I was his. And I didn’t know how to get out of this spiral. This twisted, intoxicating spiral of power, control, and darkness. And somehow, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. 21 VIKTOR

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

“The Void is not so easily fucked out.” “Watch me,” I snarled. I leaned down, biting his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the blackened fur. The blood ran over my tongue, bitter and cold. I swallowed it. I would take his darkness into myself if I had to. I would drink every drop of the poison until he was clean.

His hands involuntarily moved to my hair again and he gripped a handful of my hair, his fingers tightening slightly against my scalp as louder groans began to slip past his lips, rougher this time, and less controlled. His head tilted back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, his body tensing beneath the strain building through him. One of his hands flew back to the couch and gripped tighter against the cushion, his fingers pressing in as if grounding himself from exploding. “Don’t stop…” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking at the edges. “You….you're a fucking little beast…now I want my entire length inside your fucking mouth….I want to see it bulge in your throat—” he groaned,