His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Absolutely nothing written in this book should be romanticized under any circumstances, except perhaps in the context of role-playing or games within the BDSM community. If you are in an abusive relationship, leave it immediately. I repeat, nothing here should be romanticized. I am writing this book only because I want to express explicit and even grotesque scenes from my dirty mind. Please note that I would not, and no one should, perform any of the actions described in this book. Discretion is advised. Read at your own risk. English is not my first language and I don't want it to be. Any mistakes are made out of pure hatred and disrespect for this language. The English have taken enough from this world, I will not let them have my tongue as well. Thank you.

Four brothers gather for their annual reward, gifted to them by their loving father. A high stakes game of chase, but who will win? One person certainly won't, you. Warnings - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: Noncon sexual acts, Kidnapping, Drugs. This is a DARK fic! 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk!

After living an extremely sheltered life, Lux finally stays the night at her best friend's house. They assumed everything would go smoothly but they were entirely wrong when her best friend's brother and his best friend unexpectedly return for the night. A deadly obsession forms the minute they lay eyes on Lux. Callum and Finnley are inseparable. They play together, fuck together, and murder together. While planning a night of blood shed, they discover innocent little Lux. All characters are 18+. Mature content. Erotica. Dubcon/Noncon. Dark romance. Ménage (FMM).

One abduction. Six days. A gruesome gangrape. That's all it took to turn Sage's perfect fairytale into a nightmare. Completed ✔️

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 |18+ "You think I ruined your life, Elena?" Lucian's voice dropped to a whisper. "No, angel. I just showed you what it costs to play with the devil." 《♡》 ⚠️ What to expect: Slow Burn Smut •bdsm• kidnapping• sexual abuse •Love Triangle • Mafia Heat•Age gap •alcohol & drug consumption • trauma • Dangerous suspense • Even More Dangerous Kisses 😈💋

Rhea Rodriguez is the daughter of Romero Rodriguez, the don of the Spanish Mafia. In a twist of events, he is accused of theft by the Italian Mafia and has to give up his heir, Rhea to the infamous Raimondo Anoi, the don of the Italian Mafia. She hates him. He finds her intriguing. Days to weeks and weeks to month, Raimondo realizes that he is in too deep to let her go. What happens when we leave our beloved in the hands of someone we thought we could trust? °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° He took both of my legs in his hands and bent them backwards almost folding me in half. I never knew I was this flexible and all the timidity I was feeling evaporated and the only thing I could focus on was his breath fanning my naked soaked cunt and how hungry he looked at that moment. He dived in, tongue lashing me and not giving me a chance to run away from how deep he was going "Who owns this pussy?" He asked looking me dead in my eyes. Daring me to look away. "It's mine, but we can share" I panted... ~ Another Once Upon a Mafia romance💜

He's the billionaire heir who has everything. She's the scholarship girl who has nothing. I was content with my quiet life. I asked for nothing and expected even less. Then Adrian Hawthorne set his eyes on me. He decided I was his. His new project. His unwanted obsession. He says he'll ruin me. He promises to tear down my world until he's the only one left. What he doesn't know is that I'm already broken. And he might just be the one to shatter completely. A dark billionaire romance with a possessive hero, a "touch her and you die" vibe, and secrets that could destroy them both. "His to Ruin" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is part of the book series "The Hawthorne Legacy #1" ______ "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Lilia. When I'm done with you, the memory of my touch will be a brand on your skin. The sound of my voice will be the only thing you hear in your dreams. You will crave me. You will beg for me." My breath hitched, my entire body frozen in a state of horrified paralysis. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the contact sending a bolt of pure, unadulterated electricity through me. "And the best part?" he breathed, his voice a silken, venomous promise. "You're going to love every second of it." He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a triumphant, predatory fire. He had seen the flicker of response in my eyes, the traitorous shiver that had run down my spine. He knew he had struck a nerve. That was what finally broke the spell. Rage, pure and absolute, surged through me, burning away the fear. I yanked my hand back, my palm connecting with his cheek with a sharp, satisfying crack that echoed in the silent aisle. He didn't even flinch. He just stood there, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his face as he gently touched the reddening mark on his cheek. "There's that fire," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, appreciative hunger. "I can't wait to taste it."

She lived in silence. He ruled in control. Aaradhya Mehra has spent years hiding behind her quiet life in Mumbai - her small bakery, her soft routines, and a past no one knows the truth about. Until Aaryavardhan Malhotra walks in. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love - only possession. What begins as curiosity turns into something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase her... he studies her. Controls her. Rewrites her world piece by piece. And when her past starts bleeding through the cracks, he doesn't step away. He steps closer. Because monsters don't run from darkness... they recognize it. --- Glimpse "Run if you want, little storm..." his voice was calm, almost bored. Aaradhya's fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, her breath uneven as his presence filled the space around her. He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of her dupatta, his steel-blue eyes dragging slowly over her face like he was memorizing every detail. "I already know where you sleep and one day I'll bury myself so deep inside your tight little pussy one day... so deep you'll forget every nightmare you've ever had. And I'll keep you right there-on the edge-just enough to make you moan, to make you soak for me... but I won't let you come until I decide." Her heart stuttered. 🖤 Dark Romance | Billionaire Obsession | Stalker × Silent Girl 🔥 Enemies to Lovers | He Fell First & Harder ⚠️ Mature & Explicit Content

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?