Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

I slammed into her harder, the wet slap of our bodies echoing through the room. “You feel that?” I rasped against her ear, voice ragged. “That’s my cock splitting you open, deeper than anyone’s ever been. You’re soaked for me, baby. Begging for me to ruin you.” She whimpered, “Dante, please…” and her pussy clamped down around me so tight I nearly blacked out. “Fuck...keep squeezing me like that and I’ll lose it,” I groaned, sweat dripping down my temple. I kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip as I pistoned into her, faster now, abandoning restraint. She was trembling, arching into me, lost in it.

5. Skylar Fireworks! In all truthfulness, I never dreamt of a day like today. How could life be so good? When my and Pietro's lips meet, I see fireworks explode as if on a new year's eve. It is beautiful and magical and …. Let's just say it isn't anything I had ever expected. His lips are soft and warm and I sit there in a daze first before I react. When I do and match him, I know I am gone and I ain't coming back from this.

The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash. I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking. Then the phone lights up. ‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’

He traced the hand down, caressing her arms and goosebumps skittered across her skin. She couldn't let herself loose and she stiffened more, trying to fight the tingles along her spine. He let his hand intertwined between her fingers as their skin met and their hands fixed into each other perfectly as if lost pieces of puzzle uniting. "You see? How perfect are we when we are together? I want to make you my queen, my amore. Don't push me, resist me, the more you would, more you'll find me closer" his voice was deep and husky, almost coming out as a whisper as he confessed caressing her lips with his eyes.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

“Excuse me?” “You’re too... stubborn,” he continued, waving a hand as if searching for the right insult. “Too reckless. Too—” “Too what?” I challenged, my hands balling into fists. “Too unwilling to play along with whatever insane scheme you’re cooking up?” His dark eyes narrowed. “I don’t cook up schemes, Alessia. This is bigger than you or me.” “Survival?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course. Because clearly, the logical solution to whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into is marriage. To me. A person you don’t even like.”

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

Each kiss was light, teasing, making Bianca's body arch up involuntarily seeking more contact. Anna's hands continued their work, massaging and stroking while her lips explored. She kissed along Bianca's collarbone, down to the top of her chest where the red lace began. Bianca's hands came up to grip the sheets beneath her. Her body was moving now, responding to every touch and kiss with movements she could not control. A rhythm building between them that had nothing to do with conscious thought. Anna's mouth moved lower, kissing through the lace, her hands working the muscles of Bianca's sides. Everything she did seemed calculated to drive Bianca crazy, to build heat that was becoming almos