His (Dark Romance Book 1) by Aubrey Dark
General Genres & Darkness Level - Basic info & Content
Darkness Level 5
BDSM
Contemporary
Serial Killer
Tropes & Triggers - Although I try my hardest not to include any spoilers, these tags may give away a little more of the story. If you don't want to risk the possibility of knowing a wee bit extra about the type of content and aren't too bothered anout exact tropes then don't click here đ
Abused Hero
BDSM
Captive
Child Abuse
Emotionally Damaged Hero/Heroine
Mental Illness
Psychological/Mindfuck
Serial Killer
Sociopath
Stockholm Syndrome
Tortured Soul
Darkness Level – 5 out of 6
My Rating is 4 Stars
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Blurb
I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.
When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.
I was wrong.
Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.
Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.
Soon, I started begging to be HIS.
Author’s Note: This is a dark romance novel with matur
My Review Of His (Dark Romance Book 1) by Aubrey Dark
For the first 20% of this book, I felt like this one may end up being a bit of a letdown.
Kind of âhmm…this is a little quirky and almost too light-hearted for a dark novel.â – Donât get me wrong, it was still very well written but you know me, my wee black heart craves utter despair and destruction, ye ken?
But by the time it got to about 35% I felt completely differently.
It took a complete 180 and had me askinâ maselâ deep and meaningful life questions!
Like, existential crisis questions!
I was lookinâ at life from a psychopathâs point of view, and damn if it didnât start tae make more sense, lol!
Very well-written and thought-provoking.
KAT
Kat is a very introverted and self-conscious librarian.
Sheâs never really taken many risks in life and although she has a wee flare for the kinkier side of sex, sheâs never really had the nads (Scottish testicles btw) tae ask her (very few) sexual partners if theyâd like tae try it.
So when her co-worker dares her to kiss the next guy she sees one day she throws caution tae the wind and lays one on this really hot dude in the lift, lol.
And…crickets, haha!
Almost no reaction from him which, of course, makes her feel about yay high (imagine me pointing to my ankle for this, okay?).
Anyway not being able to get him out of her mind she decides to follow him home to return a piece of paper he had dropped, going all Nancy Drew on his ass.
Big mistake.
She witnesses him butchering a dude right there in his kitchen when she peeks through the window…as ye do, right?
Life as she knew it was over.
She starts rethinking her whole outlook in life:
I hated the man he wanted to kill, hated that man more than I hated my kidnapper. In my mind, the face of the man he had gone to kill was my stepfatherâs face. I knew what those men were like. I hated them. Was I saving that man, an abuser? Or was I doing this to satisfy myself? Or both?
Youâre gonny feel all kinds of conflicting emotions from here on out.
GAVRIEL
Right…well…where do I start with this lad?
First and foremost, heâs a psychopath through and through.
He has a fucked up history and as a result, has what he calls a âshadowâ that follows him and drives his needs.
Think Dexterâs âdark passengerâ, okay?
But even before the abuse as a child, he had a darkness creeping in so that kinda added to it.
He finds the lowest of the low. People who have committed awful atrocities upon others but have somehow gotten away with it…and deals out his own punishment while feeding his shadow.
I thought. I smiled. I thought of myself as a kind of assassin, one who worked for free. A pro bono hitman. Charity work, not murder.
Win, win, right?
Until he realises someone just witnessed his latest kill.
Heâs really not sure what to do with her at first so of course, he chains her up while he decides, lol.
Surprisingly, however, when heâs with her the shadow retreats and itâs a feeling he hasnât felt since he was very young.
A freedom of sorts.
The inner struggle is intense and had me feeling…things. Yeah, not sure how to explain them really.
SEX SCENES
Oooh, yeah!
His hand slid down, his fingers parting, two on either side. His thumb pressed into the top of my thigh as he stroked me a millimetre away from where I needed it. âPleaseâŚâ I trailed off. âTortured yet, kitten? Maybe. Not quite enough for me. You were screaming before. Youâll scream again.â He squeezed his fingers together on either side of my slit and licked, one long slow stroke of his tongue that sent me shuddering. âOhhh,â I groaned. âDonât pretend for me, kitten.â âIâm not⌠Iâm notââ âHush.â He licked me again, and then his hand came back up to twist my nipple, hard, at the same time as he thrust two fingers into me. I gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure. My body didnât know how to react. He continued. With every hard pinch of my nipple, he would lick my swollen clit, then go back to stroking me on both sides with his fingers. Then he would twist my erect nipple and thrust his fingers in, and my body clenched around him, wanting more, needing more. Sweat beaded on my forehead. The room was hot, so hot. I couldnât breathe. I wanted release. Oh god, I needed it soon or Iâd faint. âPlease,â I said. âPlease.â He slapped me across the face and twisted both my nipples so hard it felt like burning. I screamed. âThatâs the scream I want,â he said. He bent his head down to my aching nub and sucked hard, his mouth sealed around me as he thrust his fingers once again into my body. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was there, I was almost thereâ He pulled his fingers out. I bucked my hips up, searching for release, but it did not come. I opened my mouth, and the scream that escaped me was a gasping scream, hoarse with desire. âTell me you want me, kitten,â he whispered. âOh, god,â I moaned. I couldnât. I couldnât. He touched me on either side with his fingers and I twisted, wanting him inside of me. âSay it. Tell me you want me.â âNo.â He pressed hard, and my body rocked into him, hips arching, but his fingers were gone, the pressure eased. âSay it.â I moaned, the sound filling the room. Only pretend. This wasnât real. Say anything, confess everything. It didnât matter.
FINAL THOUGHTS on HIS by AUBREY DARK
Very well-written and thought-provoking. It makes you want to really look beyond the surface of others, of what they show you and dig deep to find the ârealâ in people.
4 Stars
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