Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

She had a red hair and a pale skin, and from the way she sat cross legged I could tell that she was shaped and sexy. 'Well, well, well. Welcome home Maya'. 'W-what?'. She cocked her head. 'Err-t-thanks'. She smiled showing her teeth. No! Those can't be called teeth, they looked more like.. Fangs. I swallowed. 'Why are you so scared, Darling?' 'H-how did you know?'. 'I smelt it, I smelt your fear'. She sniffed the air for dramatic effects. 'Come on,child don't be scared. I'm not going to harm you'.

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...

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

I explained, and she shrugged, still uncomfortable but also slightly embarrassed. Dante turned off most of the lights, leaving just a faint light illuminating the bar and the snack bar. The rest of the room was dark, with a slight blue glow coming from the lights in the water, giving us a faint lighting where we could see each other's faces and bodies in the water. "Pick a movie," Dante handed the remote to them and swam to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, rubbing the outline of his very hard dick against mine.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

"Well, It would've been nice to hear some good news." "I'm sorry." "Anywho, I'm happy for you." "Really?" "Yes, so who is this guy? What's he like?" "Well, he's Spaniard. And he adores me. Not to mention, we look so cute together." I grabbed my phone and pulled up a picture of Lorenzo kissing me. When I showed Daphnie the picture, something about her changed; she held the same curious look, but her eyes told me she felt tense. "Hey, Adam!" She called out. For some reason, her voice was shaky.

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

, 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 ".