Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“You’re already mine. And you’ll never be able to go back.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve fought back, but I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I hated myself for wanting it. For wanting him. But deep down, a darker part of me knew—I was his. And I didn’t know how to get out of this spiral. This twisted, intoxicating spiral of power, control, and darkness. And somehow, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. 21 VIKTOR

"There's a bike race tonight. I applied. Wanna come see me win?" My eyes widen. "A bike race?" Jasper nods excitedly. "Come on. Just say yes." I laugh, pulling my cigarette from my lips. "Fine." "Yes," he corrects with a frown, jumping to stand on the couch. He snatches my cigarette, placing it between his lips and taking a long drag before exhaling a stream of smoke, looking incredibly hot. "Yes," I repeat, grasping his neck and pulling him closer. He takes the cigarette from his lips, smiling, and I crash my lips onto his immediately. Kissing him like I own him. Because I do.

Before she could give me any stupid answer, I leaned down and kissed her hard, my mouth crushing against her luscious lips while she pushed at my chest at first to let her go. My tongue slid into her mouth to taste her anger which was mixed with a dark, dangerous need. And that was when her fingers twisted inti my shirt and drew me closer. She moaned into my mouth. When I pulled back we were both breathing fast like we had just finished with a marathon. “I'm going to fuck you so hard Elara that you would never even able to forget who exactly you belong to after I cum inside of you.” “Damien, I—” I cut her off by slamming my mouth onto hers and kissing her deeply. A moan slid out of her mouth

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

, I asked, plastering a tight lipped smile on my lips while looking at him. "Decide for me", he said gruffly. I knew fully well what his favourite food was amongst the different varieties of food on the table and so to satiate my anger a bit, I chose the food I knew he didn't really like much since he was a child. "In that case sir, I'll recommend the spaghetti carbonara", I said, keeping eye contact with him. I saw his jaw clench and I had to fight back a wave of pleasure that washed over me.

He was gracing this one but with Suzy. He was in a black suit and she was in a black sleeveless dress advertising a perfume for a brand called Intimacy. Inara felt a pang of jealousy, which was useless. Those two had come a long way and she was only starting to know certain things about him that was starting to make her feel closer to him.

I replied dryly, taking off my boxing gloves and cracking my neck. After what happened at the club, I needed to release steam and tension and what better way than to spar with my dearest friend. Granted I might’ve become a bit distracted and confused him for my dick and the need to beat some sense into the useless organ. “…..Dante, have you been listening to me?” “Yeah I have, go on.” “What was the last thing I said?” He asked suspiciously. “You sprouting a boner on how you can’t understand why a girl like Julia would want to marry a man like Kaden unless there’s a gun to her head or something hidden.”

He was so aggressive; it turned me on even more. “I need to fill you up with my cock right now.” He pulled away and stood straight then grabbed my thighs and pulled me close. “I wish I could taste your delicious pussy but with that meal we just had. I don’t want to hurt you down there with the spice still lingering on my tongue.”

Her eyes locked onto my face, and I could see the lust in them, matching the intensity of my own. In an instant, I was on her. Dropping down, my lips replaced her fingers, tasting her, savoring the sweet honey that was uniquely Aria. The flavor sent a low, guttural groan through me, my tongue diving deeper, seeking more. "Yes! Yes, Axel," she cried out, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I obliged, my tongue flicking over her clit in a rhythm that had her moaning my name. "God, Axel…yes," she gasped, grinding her hips against my mouth. Her taste, her scent, the sweet sounds she made. Everything about this moment was overwhelming, a sensory overload that I couldn't get enough of.

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.