Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

"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

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.

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.

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 threw the cigarette on floor and stomped on it. "I see, you've got quite a tongue Miss Veronica. I like rebels but disrespect is not even on my list. So better watch your tone. And lastly but most important, when I say you're mine then not even the world can change that. Don't make me prove it " his every word sunk deep in her skin, as if etching on her life. She realised how damn serious he looked as if he'll just turn around and kill a man with no remorse. His eyes shadowed with disapproval as he looked intimidating, her body freezing with the snow of his words. No words came up to support her earlier statement. She was tongue tied. She only looked at him through her wet lashes, blinkin

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.”