Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

His favorite—Spicy Arrabbiata. If you ask me if I saw this coming? Unfortunately... yes. I saw it the moment I met Damien Black. The moment I inhaled his cologne. The moment he kissed me. The moment he took me, fucked me, broke and bended me according to his will but he forgot to mend me. Saw it all the way back then. From the moment I knew Damien Black existed. Because all while I knew—this man was going to fucking ruin me. And like everything he touches...

My spit ran down his shaft as I worked him messy and loud. After a while I slid off his face and kissed him deeply but slowly this time in order to share the filthy taste. "You taste like my ass," I whispered against his lips when we pulled back from the kiss. Damon chuckled darkly, the sound aroused me as he flipped us so he was now on top. "And you love it my greedy teammate." We made out rough again with hands everywhere and bodies grinding. The hate was still there under all of the lust spelling out, sharp and hot.

Listening to Emma talk so explicitly, Spencer desperately bucked his hips trying to get her to move her hand faster but she let go of him. "Ah, ah, ah!" she warned musically. "Slow down, lover." Bewitched, he nodded and she started again. "So which one do you prefer - the blonde or the dark one, Spencer?" "The dark one," he replied as they watched her lick her colleague's pussy. "Why her? Isn't the blonde one prettier?" Her voice was honeyed and smooth. And highly seductive. "I love her boobs," he grunted in reply. "Oh, you like big boobs then? Even unnatural ones like hers? They wouldn't feel very nice, I think." Emma was smiling her worldly smile again.

I could remember so many incidents like that throughout the month, whenever I made advances he always found a way to avoid it, he stopped being touchy, he didn't cuddle with me, and he didn’t hold me when I was working in the kitchen and he wouldn't even initiate kisses unless I asked. “I’m sorry Alessia.” Xabier whispered and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stared at him one more time and walked out of the house. I could hear Xabier calling my name but what was the use now when he had completely shattered me with his betrayal? It is all hopeless now. There was no need for me to tell him about my illness, I didn’t need sympathy from a man who had used me. If he didn’t have the decency to tell

And this time… they want me. This is a Dark Step Brother Bully Romance with themes of reverse harem. ____ The book contains explicit scenes, including sexual content and violence, intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not promote, endorse, or participate in any of the actions depicted in this work. This is purely a dark fictional story meant for entertainment purposes. Follòw me on Instà for new updates at author_gupta and on F B at A Gupta's Fans club group for daily chapter discussions and find my other completed books!!!

“Take it. Take. Every. Fucking. Thrust. Like a good girl.” I’ve never been so utterly ravished in my life before. With Kyle, I never had to scream. I just had to be the dutiful wife and lay down while he did what he wanted to. I never would’ve dreamt of this day when I’ll have my brains fucked out by this dangerous man I’ve fallen helplessly in love with. Damian angles his hips and I swear there’s the whole fucking galaxy shining behind my eyelids. I cry out with my fingers digging into the seats, legs trembling under the sheer force of his hips slamming against mine.

I couldn't stop it. His hand reached out, gently, almost too gently, to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed over my skin, sending shivers through me. Then, he leaned in. His lips, soft this time, brushed against mine. My eyes fluttered shut. It was quick, a fleeting touch, but it sparked something I hated. Disgust, yes, but also a tiny, unwelcome spark of... something else.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut.

Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.