Novel & Cerita Spicy Dark Romance

Hands sliding up spines. Matteo shifted in Dominic’s lap, straddling him now, arms around his neck, thighs tight around his hips. Dominic’s hands gripped his waist like he was something sacred. Matteo leaned back just a little, breathless. "Don’t shut me out. When things get dark. Don’t do that thing where you act like you’re made of stone. I know better." Dominic smiled, but it was fragile. "You see right through me, don’t you?"

I shot Pierce a glare across the table, but inside, I was smiling. He knew every little thing about me. Every desire and obsession. He always paid attention. I know his friends snored as he told them about me. But it's so cute of him. “What of Romance?” Don Juarez asked. I felt confident. “Yes, especially dark romance,” I admitted, feeling more calm. “I have a whole collection at home. The darker the better.” Don Nero let out a low chuckle. “See, Juaréz? Your sappy shit has infected the next generation.”He remarked.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

"You've already accepted me, maybe not in your heart but surely in your brain, Spencer. You just have to learn to acknowledge it." I take a step back, trying to put distance between us. "That's not true," I insist, my heart racing. "You can't just take what you want." Dmitri's smile grows, his eyes glinting. "Oh, but I can," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "And I will." He takes a step closer, his movements fluid, predatory. "You want to know the truth, Spencer?" he whispers. "You're drawn to me like I am to you. You want to breathe under my power, my wealth, my darkness. You want to experience it until you get suffocated in it. No wonder you like it rough."

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

He grabbed my hands, pulling away from me while panting heavily. “Roll up the glass, Mr. Parker,” he said to the chauffeur and a thick glass rolled up, separating us from the chaffeur. Dante looked over at me with his eyes burning with pure lust and passion. He grabbed my waist and pushed me down on the seat, claiming every inch of my body with a kiss. He pressed his lips on mine and fought for dominance, but then I pushed him away, looking into his eyes. “You do not want this?” He questioned me, and I shook my head, kissing his lips.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip with a lecherous grin. " D... Don't do this!" She whispered, her body has zero strength to talk anymore. " I love Dark Romance, Babe... I will turn your life as hell forcing you to accept everything as your dark Romance with a happy ending with me." His lips press against her neck, sending a terror in her heart.