Novel & Cerita Spicy Dark Romance Books

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

“I heard he doesn’t date. Ever. He’s like one of those mysterious types who never stays with anyone longer than a few weeks.” Chloe leaned closer, lowering her voice. “And people say he’s got this… darkness about him. Is that true?” Charlotte met her gaze and hesitated again. Her thoughts flashed back to the night before… the feel of his hand against her back, the depth in his eyes when he looks at her. That mix of power, vulnerability and dominance. “He’s complicated,” she finally said. “But he’s not bad” Karina rolled her eyes, smirking. “Oh no. That’s exactly what girls say before they fall headfirst into trouble.”

I press my lips firmly, biting back the sweet moan that tickles the back of my throat. His subtle footsteps kiss the marbled floor, followed by metal scraping, like he’s pulling a seat along. My heart is beating loudly, anticipating what he’s about to do to me. The remnant of my shyness is replaced by my filthy desires. He’s barely a few inches from me. I sniff in the intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne, his spicy breath… He sits. Now, his hot breath assaults my wet pussy. Something pokes my pussy. My body jerks. I drag in cool air, filling up my lungs. The cool sensation rubs around my cunt for a moment and pulls out. It strikes again, sticking past my slit, and parting my pussy.

I tried to keep myself busy, but I couldn’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. There was something about him, something unsettling. He moved slowly, carefully, as if he was measuring every step, every glance. His fingers trailed over the spines of the books, but he wasn’t really looking at them. He was watching me. 2 AMIR I stepped into her bookshop, breathing in the scent of old books and dust. It felt like her—a place where time slowed, where nothing from the outside world mattered. Quiet, almost too quiet. Just like her. I’d been watching her for weeks now, learning her routine, studying her movements.

He kissed the sensitive skin there and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure that pulsed through my core. “Please,” I pleaded, not knowing what I was even asking for. “Please what?” Mitch's voice was silk wrapped in steel. He drove deeper and harder. “Tell us what you want. You know we are here to fulfill your darkest desires.” With them, I suddenly forgot it was snowing outside. Because I was hot and everything inside me was on fire. “More,” I begged, turning sideways to see how Mitch was fucking me. “Harder. Don't stop.”

' My mind reeled, pulse thundering in my ears like distant gunfire, but my lips didn't stop—sucking harder, almost punishing, the revelation twisting the addiction into something darker, sharper, laced with betrayal. "And you?" he continued, thumb tracing my stretched lips around his girth, eyes gleaming with the cold fire of a man who'd burned empires for less. "My perfect spoiled brat. My queen on a throne made with his bones. You'll wear my seed, bear my heirs—your belly swelling with my bastards as I breed you over and over, marking you as mine while I dismantle everything he loves. You'll beg for my cock in every hole, happy to take my cum anywhere I please."

So guys, two extra spicy currywursts and because it's so warm today, I'll give you a free lemonade on top." "Oh," Maddox said, taking his meal. At the promising smell alone, his stomach gave a very emphatic growl. “Eleanor, you are a real angel. If it wasn't for your husband, I would carry you straight to the back of my truck and express my gratitude. " Eleonore, the owner of the little snack bar on Hautstrasse, laughed heartily. “You old charmer. If only I were ten years younger. "

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy...

I did my best to scream at my body not to give in to him. To pull back from him. But I found myself kissing him back… Hardly able to restrain myself. I could feel myself getting intoxicated by him. Intoxicated by him… Intoxicated by his touch. Growing dizzier and dizzier as he kissed me harder, as if he couldn’t get close enough to me. I tangled my fingers into his hair, kissing him as if he was the oxygen I needed to breathe. Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding.

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