روايات وقصص ضمن Best Dark Mc Romance Books

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CARTER BROTHERS SERIES, here's the list: (these are on Dreáme Àpp) Maddox and Bree: Saved By The Devil Dom and Kiara: Hating My Baby's Father Brandon and Elle: Obsessed with My Future Husband Alex and Scar: Scarred Knîght. Check them out, you'll like them if you love your heroes damaged and dark, and finally getting their happily ever after that they deserve. These books are dark romance and are for matured readers, check TW. You might hate them but you'll end up loving them. Thankyou once again. Until the next time! ♡

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

Missy straight A's here. However, her words were comforting, but Harlow knew that Michael couldn't care less; in fact, he loved the challenge, and Harlow wasn't enough of a challenge for him. Some might refer to her as being too basic, and she didn't care; she liked simple things, while he loved the thrill and the dangerous side of life, and Harlow knew she hated to feel like she was walking on eggshells. Michael was too unpredictable for her, and Harlow had to think that Fate had made a mistake because Fate poorly matched them. Opposites don't attract.

“Damien… brother… my soul needs your cock…” The sight made my spent dick twitch again. This was power. This was control. Our twin flames would burn brighter than ever—hers consumed by mine.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

(3 Weeks Before) Ashley "Are you sure your man is okay with this?" Diamond murmurs against my skin, her lips brushing my throat as our bodies grind in rhythm under the strobe lights. Her hands roam, bold and warm, as the bass pulses through the floor—and through me. The air inside the club smells like smoke, sex, and alcohol. And the lights scatter across our skin like glitter-drenched sin. I tilt my head just enough to catch sight of Gray in the corner booth.