A Deadly Affair Book Novels & Stories

“…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—” His middle finger pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. She whimpered. “Keep. Reading.” She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Forced the words out between shallow pants. “…something that refuses to die even when the body does…” He slid one finger inside her—slow, deep—curling just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Then a second finger. Stretching her. Filling her. His thumb kept working her clit in the same merciless rhythm.

At least not now. After the church service, we made our way to the cemetery. The cold wind cut through my clothes, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter around me. The sky was a dull grey, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning too. The mourners gathered around the grave, their faces etched with the deep lines of sadness and fatigue. I could see Alex’s father watching me. He had been glancing at me all day, his eyes dark and unreadable. I felt the weight of his stare, the questions hanging in the air between us, unspoken but loud and clear. He was wondering about me, about this strange twist of fate that had me, the daughter of his daughter's former lover,

“And yet every time I touch you, you fall apart for me. You moan my name like you’ve been dying for it. Like you can’t get enough of your husband’s son fucking you raw in his own house.” Serena looked away, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and fresh heat. The truth in his words hurt because it was undeniable. She had entered this mansion with one cold purpose now she was letting her husband's son tear down every wall she had built, one orgasm at a time. Before either of them could say more, they both tensed at the same time. Footsteps. Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway, heading straight toward the living room. "Shit,” Damien hissed. He grabbed Serena’s arm and quickly pulled her

I grunted as we walked towards her room but the sight on the passage made us pause. Christy stood behind Seraphina with a smile and on their feet was a man that I was sure was dead. And Seraphina, my wife was looking down on the dead man with a rifle on her hand. The gunshot came from her, she had killed the man sent to kill her. And then, I smiled again.

“Do not trust him completely. He took my mother from me. He is dangerous. But if he can really get you out…” We lay there talking in hushed voices as the minutes ticked by. The encounter had been frantic and emotional, born from weeks of separation and fear. There was guilt mixed with the pleasure. Shame for what we were doing under Victor’s roof. But mostly there was love. Deep, desperate love that refused to die no matter how impossible our situation became. “I do not regret any of this,” Damien said finally, his hand still on my stomach. “Not the affair. Not the baby. Not even the danger. You woke me up, Clara. You gave me something worth fighting for.”

“That you were having an affair with Lucas.” My blood ran cold. He was stating it like fact. Like he’d known since day one. I could only nod. “Yeah,” his voice was flat. “I know.” The word echoed between us, like the final nail in a coffin. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see straight. He paused. “Let me tell you exactly how I knew.” Every syllable felt like a rope winding tighter around my neck. “At his wedding,” he began. “You were nervous. I watched you as you scanned the room—your eyes searching for something. A moment later, Lucas showed up. I saw the way your face lit up. I saw you lean in as if you’d been waiting for him.”

“I wanted to see if you’re still you. The girl who used to believe in love before it turned into a war.” Aria swallowed hard. “That girl’s dead.” “Good,” he murmured. “Because I came back for the woman who buried her.” The air shifted. His words hit something deep — something she thought she’d buried along with her old self. Before she could respond, the door behind them slammed open. Damian. He looked furious the kind of fury that made silence more dangerous than shouting. “So this is where my wife sneaks off to?” he said quietly, stepping closer.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

***~~*** "He was once mine but then I lost him. I couldn't protect him even as I had vowed to do. But, I brought him back to life. Now, he is reborn and so is I. I will walk through hell and high waters. I will break laws and bones until I have had him in my arms once again and this time, even death can not prey him from my loving grasps." "And if in this life, another Williams or Priest shall arise, then I will go on a rampage, a mad killing spree. For his sake, I will become my demons, my monster, and I will hunt them down and pluck them out until there is nothing left of them and they will never hurt what's MINE ever again." "There is only ONE for me in this world and that ONE is HIM." **

When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood. This formidable businesswoman, the president of the Shannon Group, killed herself on a typical afternoon. As her last words, she said, “I have wronged you, Clinton. Understandably, you wouldn’t forgive me. Maybe if we get a next life, you could marry me again?” Even the system was shocked by this. Expressionlessly, it asked me, “Won’t you even look at her?” I said resolutely, “No.” My life was over, and I did not want anything more anchoring me to this world.