Angsty Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I pulled my dress over my head and kicked off my panties, spreading my legs so he could see how h*rny I was. “Look at you,” he growled, shoving his pants down. His c*ck sprang out, hard and curving up, veins bulging. “Already soaked through even when you’re mad at me.” He climbed on top, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. “You want to know about my past?” He pounded me in one thrust “Kane and I did dirty work overseas. Things that never made the reports.” “Fuck—” he growled out as he kept pounding me. “He thinks I owe him and now he’s sniffing around everything I care about. Including you.”

"We have what he wants. Angel made copies of everything—the financial records, the forged documents, the photographs. She kept them at her apartment." "Which Marcus probably already searched," Caleb said. "No." Maya turned to him, and for the first time since finding Angel's empty hospital room, she felt something other than panic. She felt purpose. "Angel told me something the night she was shot. She said she learned from the best—from Eleanor. My grandmother didn't trust banks or safe deposit boxes. She hid things in plain sight." Dr. Hayes leaned forward. "What are you thinking?" Maya crossed to the built-in bookshelf that lined the parlor wall—the same bookshelf that had been here since