Darkness of Desire: A Dark Lesbian Romance (Signed Paperback)

Pages : 126
ISBN : 9614622000112
Weight : 133g
Dimensions : 127 x 7 x 203 mm

In this gripping dark sapphic romance, dominant Victoria Fraser never planned on creating a poly family with her passionate submissive Abby and former lover Alison. But as their BDSM dynamic deepens, healing old wounds and discovering new pleasures, Victoria dares to hope they've found something rare and beautiful.
Until her past decisions come back to haunt them all.
When Victoria sent Alison's abusive ex-mistress Mhairi to Thailand, she thought she was protecting those she loved. She was wrong. Now Mhairi's twisted obsession with controlling Alison has evolved into something far more dangerous, and she's brought powerful allies who share her appetite for pain.
As the threat grows deadlier, Victoria must decide how far she'll go to protect her newfound family. Because Mhairi's brand of desire knows no bounds, and she won't stop until she's destroyed everything—and everyone—Victoria loves.
This steamy FF romance explores power exchange, age-gap relationships, and the healing power of chosen family. With explicit scenes, high stakes, and complex emotions, this throuple romance delves into the shadows of obsession while celebrating the light of true connection. Perfect for fans of kinky romance who enjoy their stories with a darker edge.

- Age gap
- Poly
- Kink/BDSM Light
- Sapphic Dark Romance
- Spicy!

"For me?" Abby lifted the present, more than a little in awe at the thick dark paper, and gold satin ribbon which was tied neatly into a perfect bow.
Victoria nodded. "You've been such a good girl lately, I thought you deserved a treat."
Victoria was always generous, not that she needed to be to gain Abby's devotion, and although it was lovely to receive gifts, for Abby there would never be anything more exquisite than her mistress. The long black dress she wore with its plunging neckline and split sides was like Victoria herself, unassumingly elegant. But it was the black basque which Abby knew she'd be wearing underneath that made her heart race faster. If she was very good then her mistress might allow her to remove the dress because, for Abby, that was better than any gift she could be given.
"May I open it?" she asked, raising her eyes demurely.
Victoria stood with her hands on her hips, her stance wide in the black Christian Louboutin pigalle patent heels; Abby couldn't remember ever having seen a more alluring sight. For a woman in her early forties, Victoria had a great figure. By Hollywood or Instagram standards it might not be perfect, but she was a glorious woman in the flesh, and to Abby, her mistress was flawless.
"Of course you can, and if you like it then we can put it, and you, to work."
"Thank you." Although at this point Abby wasn't sure if 'thank you' was the correct response given she had no clue what she might find. Taking her time she carefully eased apart the folds of paper. Intriguingly, there was no tape holding the wrapping in place, rather it was held together by an elaborate system of origami-type folds. Somebody had taken a great deal of time and effort on Victoria's behalf, and Abby appreciated it.
She pulled apart the bow and neatly unfolded the paper to reveal a beautifully polished rosewood box engraved with her name. The polish was so bright she could almost see her reflection.
"Mistress, it's stunning." Her fingertips glided over the surface, following the natural grain.
"I think you might like what is inside." The corner of Victoria's mouth quirked as did her eyebrow.
Abby turned the box over, but there didn't seem to be a latch or any obvious way to open the box. Confused, she continued to run her hands over the smooth wood, but still nothing.
"Push, just here." Victoria leant forward, placing the tip of her long forefinger against the edge of the box, and as if by magic, a diagonal section of the box slid open. "Then," Abby watched, fascinated by both the box and her mistress, especially when Victoria bit her lip in concentration, "here." The top third of the box became loose, and Abby found she was able to twist the two conjoined sections apart, but nothing prepared her for what she was about to find inside.
A broad, hand-stitched leather paddle with her name embossed on its surface.
"Victoria, this is—" Abby stopped mid-sentence, seeing the glare of authority in Victoria's eyes. "Sorry, Mistress." Abby bowed her head. "Mistress, this is beautiful. May I hold it?"
"Well. We can't very well use it in the box, can we?"