Spicy Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Their intent might have been to scare me but instead,I flashed my teeth and walked on,my eyes twinkling in amusement. I finally reached the last cell. The cell was open. I could see Lorenzo facing my coworker who tried to rape me,his back to me but immediately he heard my footsteps he stopped,an expression of anger on his face as he turned to me but immediately he saw me, the anger fled and I could see lust flash in his eyes as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I instantly knew wearing this lipstick was a great idea when I saw his gaze firmly on my lips without moving.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

- Damon confessed and cupped her face in his hands. At this point, their lips slowly began to draw closer together. The moment so long awaited by them has finally come. They kissed softly, as carefully as if they were going to hurt each other by the kiss. In a way, it was like that - with every touch they became much closer, breaking the only law linking demons and sorceresses - it was a categorical prohibition on relationships with each other, punishable in most cases by death. Even so, their lips did not break apart even for a minute. Indescribable happiness filled their hearts so much that they almost burst from the excess. In that wonderful moment, what mattered to them was only this lov

He glances again at the book cover; a sinful image of a man bent over a woman on all fours. The way he speaks and calls my name sends electricity crackling through me. I run my tongue unconsciously over my dry lips. He moves forward, stalking like a tiger who has found his prey. I gasp as he pulls me forward, cupping my ass with his fingers and rubbing his erection against me. Zane hard for me? Sammy needs to apologize to me. “Do you want me, Zara?” He purrs. “Because I want you. So fucking bad.” “More than the other ladies?” I feel stupid for asking.

"That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy." That was what I wanted, to drive him crazy and make him do nasty things to me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, smudging the lipstick slightly. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked. Damien stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his muscles, and I knew he could feel the softness of my curves. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," I whispered against his ear. "Take me right here, right now."

My nails dug into his back, leaving faint crescent marks as every nerve in my body sent electric signals upward, concentrating all sensation between my legs. “Oh, Jax…” I moaned, my head thrown back, lost in the rising tide of sensation. His lips found my collarbone, kissing hard, biting gently until I trembled beneath him. The small bites sent shivers down my spine. Each thrust sent warmth ricocheting through me, over and over, until I felt my mind unravel. It was a beautiful chaos. I was losing control, but it felt right. Safe. With him. He spanked me hard across the ass, a sharp sting that jolted me. “That’s it, Butterfly,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Ride me.”

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

Until finally, we are circling each other, breathless, faces streak with dirt and sweat. ‎ ‎“You’ve grown stronger,” she says, voice low. ‎ ‎“And you’ve grown darker.” ‎ ‎Her lips curl. “Power demands sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand.” ‎ ‎I lunged forward, fury burning through my veins. “I understand enough to know I don't want such dark powers. No power is worth sacrificing my loved ones.” I expect to see a flash of guilt or regret but instead she grins. The darkness has eaten deep into her soul, she cannot be redeemed.