Best Romantic Suspense Books Novels & Stories

A flush of heat crept up her neck, her heart hammering in a delicious thrill of anticipation. She was acutely aware of how easily he could read her, her own voice betraying the desperate hunger she was trying to mask under a veneer of playful defiance. Zavian smiled slyly, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners with a quiet, triumphant satisfaction. The sound of their breathing rose, filling the intimate space of the private cabin and overriding the distant, muffled hum of the jet engines. The way he caressed her over her underwear excited her tremendously, the thin barrier of fabric only serving to sensitize her skin further until she was practically aching for direct contact.

I chuckled and closed my eyes. After a while, the door opened. The creaking noise made me all awake, but I didn't open my eyes. My left hand went to search for a knife to protect myself from any threat. I stopped when a hand caressed my face and touched my lips gently, making my heart beat faster. “Liah, are you asleep?” It was Aaron. He spoke gently in my ear. “Can I kiss you then?” he asked. As he said it, I clenched my fist tightly, closing my eyes even more tightly. I could feel his lips on mine, so soft and not even a proper kiss.

Lucas’s POV I stirred from the haze of our latest coupling, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of knotting inside her. The dining table creaked under our combined weight as I eased back, my cock slipping free from her ass with a wet sound that echoed in the charged silence. Cum trickled down her thighs in thick streams, the scent of it mingling with sweat and her arousal to fill the air. Nikki's breath came in ragged pants against the wood, her body trembling from the force of her climax. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, satisfied yet hungry for more, the primal claim on this young woman burning hotter than any pack law.

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I

Nina Romano did not sleep. She lay beside Dante Moretti in the quiet apartment, staring at the ceiling as the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, grounding in a way she both craved and feared. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought returned, sharp and relentless. I was placed in his life. The idea crawled under her skin. It made every memory feel suspect. Every laugh. Every argument. Every moment she had believed was chance.

I gasped, but his mouth slammed down onto mine before I could finish the sentence. He kicked the car door shut behind us with his heel, carrying me up the front steps while kissing me with a fierce, frantic intensity. The front doors swung open, and we rushed into the main building. We didn't bother turning on the lights or stopping before heading upstairs to the master suite. We barely made it past his bedroom doorway before Callan started pulling me closer, his hands already moving over me. The moment we stepped fully into his big bedroom, Callan didn't wait even one second. His big hands grabbed my sweater, ripping it over my head and throwing it right onto the floor.

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

I closed my book and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “What is wrong with me…” I whispered. Because this wasn’t just attraction. It was worse. It was a curiosity. It was tense. It was something pulling me toward a man I had no right to even look at. And the most dangerous part? I had a feeling… He knew exactly what he was doing.

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he confessed in a voice that held a hint of intrigue. Serena wasn't quite sure what to expect from Damien Cole. Perhaps a frosty brush-off. Or a dismissive smirk before turning his attention elsewhere. What she truly didn't anticipate was actual... interest. He assessed her as though she were an intriguing gamble. His gaze traveled languidly from her eyes to her lips, along the curve of her neck, before resting back on her face, as if he already claimed it. A warm flutter ignited in her stomach. The kind she shouldn't feel. The kind that had been long absent. And certainly not for someone like him.