Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“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.”

Her moans rang in her head and his domineering tone made her stomach swell and burst with excitement. Ever since she was a teenager, she loved reading anything that had to do with love. Light romance was her favorite. But when she got introduced to dark romance, she became obsessed. She wanted to explore everything she read and got a boyfriend when she was nineteen but he didn't particularly fulfil her fantasies. She wanted more. Something more thrilling and leg-shaking. When she met Devin again, her darkest desires rekindled and there she was, with him. Would he live up to her expectations? Or disappoint her?

Thrilling. I hungrily answered all his kisses. He really has a fuckin' soft tempting red lips that any woman would die for, just to have a taste on it. The taste of him… it silenced my thoughts and made me want more. Our lips remained sealed. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Kissing each other hungrily with so much heat.We were devouring one another, drowning in each other like there's no tomorrow. Lumayo 'to sa 'kin at tinignan ako sa mga mata.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

But my body is a traitor. His eyes drop to my lips again, his thumb brushing slowly over my wrist. The subtle movement is electric. "I need to leave," I whisper. "No, you don't," he counters. And then his head descends, slowly, deliberately. Until he kisses me. It's not a tender kiss, not romantic. It's something darker that I can't explain. I should fight him. I should. But then his tongue traces my bottom lip, too teasing, too enticing, and the fragile walls I've built around myself begin to crumble.

Whenever I have fucked women, I have never seen their faces as I prefer to close my eyes, and every time I close my eyes, the image of Elena appears in the dark. But this time her image was blurring and it was getting replaced by someone else. I picked up the speed and the moans of the woman under me grew louder while I tried to focus on the image. The girl was looking a lot like Elena and she was illuminating light in the dark. With every thrust the image of the girl was getting clearer. I came hard the moment I recognized that the girl is none other than Nikki who is acting like a light in my dark.

Thane replied. “What should I have done? Tell her I hate the way she makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel? I ruin everything I touch. Ruby is proof of that!” Caspian burst out angrily. “You’re not saying anything,” Caspian snapped. “What do you want me to say? It’s not like I’m a pro at romance,” Thane said. Caspian pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re allergic to intimacy,” he teased. Thane rubbed his face.

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy...

| Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind. I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the abyss of Harley, allowing the strong current to sweep me into the darkness where our love began. It was an instant thing, for me anyway, not so much for her since she had no idea that I was fucking watching her. It was love at first fucking sight, and I couldn’t help but find her wherever she went. I was hooked on her from that very first day

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.