Novels by B.E Belle

DusanI watched the body closely, before turning back to Viktor.Whoever did this had an agenda against us, and doesn't mind being on the receiving end.“Who else was on patrol duty?”Viktor went silent, and I repeated my question.“Who else was on patrol duty?” “Nobody, most of the guards moved to your uncle’s territory. Fucking ublyudok. I was about to call my uncle when something glinted under the hem of Kirill’s jacket.“Wait.” Viktor froze mid-step. I crouched and peeled back the edge of the coat, revealing a burner phone tucked just under the waistband of his jeans.I glanced at Viktor, and it was not his.The screen was cracked but still functional.A message popped up immediately after I turned it on.Unknown number:Imagine losing all your trustees due to your negligence, Dusan.I stared at it blankly. The text was timestamped exactly an hour ago, before I left the hotel and before Viktor’s text came in.Which meant“Someone tipped us off,” I muttered, and we were still

Dusan“No.” There was no use thinking about my answer, divorcing Leni isn't an option.“What do you mean by no?” I pulled the office chair out and took a seat, watching my wife breathe out in anger.“It means we won’t be getting a divorce, not now, not ever.”She let out a scream of frustration, pulling her hair. I tried to hold back the laugh forming in my chest, but it was futile.“You think this is funny? She asked with her hand folded across her chest.She looked cute when angry, if not beautiful.“I didn’t say so, but you, Zhena. You look extremely beautiful when riled up.”“I guess I will look even more beautiful six feet under, right?”Eta zhenshchina okhotitsya za moyey dushoy, i ona znayet, kak yeye zapoluchit'. My hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly, almost ripping it out.I stood to my feet, stalking towards her while still giving her the space to run away.I didn’t want her to look at me the same way she did a few minutes ago.She keeps giving me reasons to want

Leni Blood drained completely from my face as Dusan turned towards me, rage burning in his eyes. “I didn't plan to be invisible, husband.” God, Leni think before you speak. Dusan walked over to my side of the bed, towering over me, “Well you should have, Zhena. Do you know the danger you just put yourself in?” I avoided his burning gaze, not because I felt remorse but because those were Mama's words when I walked into the study that night. “I think you forget that the moment we met my life hasn't been safe. I got attacked, nearly assaulted and got arrested for defending myself. You think this has been a fun fair for me?” I scoffed, climbing off the bed from the other side. “Zhena, I understand you feel I am the danger but right now I am your only ally.” Ally, he's right. I am in a country where I know no one, he's my only ally and still my sworn enemy. I could feel his eyes on me and I made the mistake of looking up at him. I was met with his grey-green eyes, but fucking h

LeniKnowing Dusan, if I didn't open up he'd break the door down and walk right in.I sighed opening the door, knowing this was a lost cause. It wasn't even halfway open before he stormed inside, drenched, furious and beyond pissed.Milo scampered underneath the duvet with a startled yowl like he too knew well that this was danger.Dusan paced around the room then turned to me with an annoyed look. “You ran.” his voice came out sharp. “You ran from me?” My robe tightened instinctively around my body. I hadn’t even said a word yet. He stepped closer, jaw clenched. His shirt stuck to him like a second skin, hair dripping water down his temples, but none of that dulled the heat in his eyes. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you out there?” he whispered. “You think the streets are safer than my house? Than me?”I couldn't hold it any longer and a dark bitter laugh escaped my mouth. “Safer than being locked in a room like a dog?” “Yeah. Actually.” His jaw ticked. “Y

Leni Jerk. A fucking jerk. What was I thinking? How did I let myself get into this situation in the first place, I got married to a creaking monster and I fucking fell in love with me. What did it think this was? Beauty and the beast? Running headfirst into him like he was some kind of twisted savior from my father. And for what? So he could lock me up like a well-fed prisoner? I paced the room barefoot, ignoring the food tray by the door like it insulted me personally. I had actually tried to eat but it was futile, it tasted too raw and the urge to let Dusan choke on his guilt when he finds out im starving made me shiver in delight. God, Leni. You’re a fool. I actually believed him, believed the texts his eyes. How did I miss that this was all a ploy to get my guard down so he can have the upper hand over my father. Three days away from the world and my work, my co workers probably think I am on a trip with mystery man. My hands shook as I shoved the tray away with the sid

Dusan The smell of eggs greeted me the second I entered the dining room. Boris was already seated at the head of the long table, like this were his home. svoloch' He didn’t look up when I entered but Irina did, she was in a silk robe, one leg crossed over the other and that bright red signature lipstick of hers. I hated the sight of her, at every event we attended I made sure to avoid her but no, of all the families to choose from, uncle just had to go for the most ruthless of them. “Good morning,” she said sweetly, sipping from a bone china cup. “Is it?” I muttered, taking the seat opposite her. Not next to Boris. Never next to Boris. “My, someone’s irritable,” she mused. Boris finally looked up. “He’s just not used to having company over or even sharing his home.” “I don’t remember inviting you to either,” I said. Boris smiled like the devil himself. “You didn’t have to, I go where family needs reminding.” A servant entered and placed another tray on the table. I didn’t

Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.“You did good tonight,” she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. “Better than I expected.”I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. “Is that a compliment, or a challenge?”“A bit of both.” She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. “Zeke.”“Yeah?”She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.“I want you to dominate me, now.”I blinked. “Wait. What?”“You heard me.”My heart thundered in my chest, not from arousal—though that was there too, obviously—but from sheer surprise.“You mean like… now?”“No.” She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Yes, tonight. If you want to.”I swallowed. “Selene, I’ve never— I don’t know how to do that. I mean, you know I've never gone further than opening the door for a woman.”She pulled back just enough to look at me. “I won’t

Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again—this time, less teasing, more intent. She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth. "Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you." Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the hem—then up again. She smiled, watching me squirm beneath her. "You're so easy to read," she murmured. "I like that." I swallowed, chest heaving. "Is that a bad thing?" Selene shook her head, nose brushing mine. "Not at all. I want you to be honest and responsive." Her fingers slipped under my shirt, dragging it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of bare skin like she was

The kiss pulled me halfway to the surface, It was soft and weirdly familiar.My eyes fluttered open and I saw my neighbor, the one from the elevator.The one I had been fantasizing about before my mother interrupted.Fuck.She was here in my room, almost straddling me, and kissing me. “What—what the fuck,” I gasped, shoving myself up so fast my head spun. My palm hit the mattress hard, shoving myself away from her like she’d burned me. “What are you doing?!” Her eyes widened, and hurt flickered across her face like a glitch she tried to hide. “You were… screaming,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You were having a nightmare, I heard you through the wall, I didn’t know what to do.” “So you broke in?” I snapped, more panic than anger. “No,” she said quickly. “The door was open. I—I called out but you didn’t answer and then you were thrashing and I—” “And kissing me was your solution?” I demanded, even as something in my chest ached from the loss of her warmth. She swallo

“You’re not good enough to work here. You lack the experience.”Jason’s voice was clipped, businesslike—like we weren’t sitting three feet apart at his dining room table last Sunday, pretending to be family.It would’ve been laughable, if it wasn’t so familiar. I graduated top of my class from an Ivy League. But sure. Not enough.I looked up, letting my gaze settle on him. I don’t know what I expected—he was my mother’s newest accessory.And my mother? Well, she never missed a chance to remind me I was a disappointment.Jason kept talking, his mouth moving like a puppet show on mute.I didn’t hear him. I only heard her.You’re a disgrace.An unattractive virgin with no social life. A fucking failure.I stood before he could finish his sentence, before I could be insulted again by someone who only saw me through her cracked mirror.The second I parked, I just sat there, staring at nothing.I got out.I didn’t bother locking the door. Nobody wanted a beat-up ‘02 rustbucket with a broken

I stared at the elevators climbing like a countdown to my doom, or maybe orgasm.My thighs pressed together on instinct, a very useless attempt at calming the throbbing of my pussy just from memory.Fuck. I have become addicted to him.No one had ever paid any attention to me that way, nobody. Not once.And I know he’s just doing his job but fuck, he does it so well.I got the reception and the assistant that always greeted me sat there with that sly smile plastered on her face.“Dr. Lee will see you now,” she said sweetly, like there was something different about today's session.I stepped into the room with my heart racing and my clit already pulsing just from being near him.Dr. Jay turned from the counter, flipping through a chart calmly.“Aliyah,” he said, eyes dragging up my body. “Always the punctual patient.”“I wanted this to be over with,” I lied through my teeth, I wanted anything but our relationship to be done with.He smirked tsking. “You turn bright red when you lie, Al

I hadn’t told Layla anything, at least not yet. My mind was still actively reeling from the tension of my previous visit, and even though my wetness didn’t last it was an opening. I sat across from her in our favorite coffee shop, staring into my iced caramel macchiato like it was gonna give me answers. “Girl, why are you blushing like that?” Layla asked, sipping her drink and narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. “You look like you’ve been doing something pretty inappropriate.” My fingers tightened around the cup. “You remember that gynecologist you told me about? Dr. Jay Lee?” She perked up immediately. “Yeah? How can I forget the amazing hunk who helped me.” I stared at her. “What? Look, all I’m doing is appreciating God’s amazing craftsmanship. I know how less tensed i felt when his fingers dipped into my irritated coohie.” I groaned, but the heat rising in my cheeks made her gasp. “Oh my God. Aliyah. You went! How did it go” “Great,” I said quickly, heart