Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Remembering, she heard a question earlier, she sprang to her feet, to see a furious Sebastian few feets away from her, and when she says furious, like furious, his gray eyes blazed, as if darkness was made into, as there was no shred of light,just pure darkness, that can send some straight to hell, that had no redemption, it felt as if he was boring Holes into her, that will kill her in seconds with his eyes, he looked too dangerous, and strangely more handsome than ever. "Hi" Adia waved at him. "Spill" Short and simple, the moment he spoke, it felt as if the angel of death just passed by, the Aura emanating from him at the very moment was very scary, even the way he spoke sent chills down A

She didn’t… She let him trail her behind him across the wide-open space that made up the seating area of soft black leather sofas set around a black marble wall-fire, currently licking with flames behind a plate of glass. It was dark outside now. Adrastos brought her into the spacious kitchen bay, where Electa picked up on the delicious aroma of something spicy for the first time. She’d eaten nothing since a snatched lunch consisting of an apple and a yogurt, so her nostrils flared hungrily and her stomach gave a timely growl.

But their queen is not happy. She did not only lose her parents but also the love of the vampire king Damien. Alisha has to choose between being the queen of Black Moore and leaving the throne for the greedy uncle she has or fighting for the man she loves,the man who is suspected to being in a spell,a spell which may never be broken. A spell which may cause him his life if he tampers with it. How did he get spelled? And who’s the socerer? Remember the last existing witch was Damien’s mother,so who’s this socerer? Is she evil?

Needing her to know how special this moment was to me. Needing her to know how important she was to me. “I love you, Jasmine Cassidy,” I whispered. “I love you too, Adrian Romano,” she moaned, kissing me back. “But you don’t have to take it slow. I want it. I want it all.” That was the only confirmation I needed. The only confirmation I needed to pick up speed. To fuck her rough. Hard. Nasty. Fast. With everything inside of me. Flipping her around, letting her take every inch of me inside her beautiful, perfect fucking ass.

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

Until finally, we are circling each other, breathless, faces streak with dirt and sweat. ‎ ‎“You’ve grown stronger,” she says, voice low. ‎ ‎“And you’ve grown darker.” ‎ ‎Her lips curl. “Power demands sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand.” ‎ ‎I lunged forward, fury burning through my veins. “I understand enough to know I don't want such dark powers. No power is worth sacrificing my loved ones.” I expect to see a flash of guilt or regret but instead she grins. The darkness has eaten deep into her soul, she cannot be redeemed.

He kissed the sensitive skin there and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure that pulsed through my core. “Please,” I pleaded, not knowing what I was even asking for. “Please what?” Mitch's voice was silk wrapped in steel. He drove deeper and harder. “Tell us what you want. You know we are here to fulfill your darkest desires.” With them, I suddenly forgot it was snowing outside. Because I was hot and everything inside me was on fire. “More,” I begged, turning sideways to see how Mitch was fucking me. “Harder. Don't stop.”

Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring. "You are hard to understand," Damon said while walking behind Elijah. "Why do you want to even understand me?" Elijah asked, without looking back. They were now walking downstairs. "I would like to know who I'm working with," Damon said. "I'm a spy. I hate to get along even with those who I work with." Elijah said and paused on the last stare making Damon stop too. "I know you like man," Elijah said while passing Damon a side gaze. "You're not my type, no need to fret, I just want to know you," Damon said and Elijah finally gave off an expression. He raised his left eyebrow and slightly turned his

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

“I hated you on the first day I got to you. You are one spoilt bitch, but I kept my cool because of the mission on my mind. Otherwise, with people like you, I would stalk you later and end you, after torturing you to my satisfaction. You got lucky.” “I’m sorry, please, let me go.” “You will go in a body bag. And talking about taking care of you, you must be very stupid. I put something inside your drink. It works as an aphrodisiac and made you crave more drinks. I deliberately made us stay out late to get you in trouble. I can’t believe you didn’t suspect anything. Facially, you look smart, Zee but, inside, you are very naïve and stupid.”