Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

More than anything, I craved the taste of his blood on my lips and in my mouth. I pulled up the stairs, careful not to make any disturbances. I got to the door, then I heard him and another. I pulled my ears closer to the door to hear what was going on in there. “Yes, Derek,” said the voice in the room with Derek, moaning. “Tell me I'm better than that whore you called your wife.” “You're far better than that thing my love,” Derek replied, his breath ragged from the action both were undergoing. “How long I've waited to finally come open with you. To fuck you on this bed.”

“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.”

His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now. I don't move. Not right away. I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience. With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of red wine and something darker, more personal, as if her desire had an aftertaste of

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

“No matter what it is, I'm telling you it's fun. Darren and I do it all the fucking time, and for four years our relationship hasn't been any stronger, okay?' He proposed last week; you were there, and this week we're all going to an underground swinger sex party, so brighten up the mood. You know, Damon, if you don't do this, he won't; he's a sucker for your emotions. He loves you, but commonly you've got to let the guy loose once in a while,' Tara asserted, her tone making it final, like she wasn't going to allow any sort of argument any longer. We walked through a dark, narrow corridor, pushing open a door guarded heavily once more; colours of lights burst free, and a tiny, fractured, str

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For a moment, we are just two bodies sweating in the dark, suspended above a pit of blood. Then he pulls away. He fixes his clothes. He looks energized. The darkness in his eyes has been fed. I turn around, leaning back against the mesh. My legs are trembling. My white dress is rumpled, likely stained. Spadino looks at me. He reaches out and wipes a speck of blood from his own split lip—a souvenir from biting me, or maybe just the atmosphere. He steps close. He kisses me. It tastes of iron and victory. He pulls back, his golden-brown eyes searching mine, looking for the lie.

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.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

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