Best Suspense Novels With Romance Novels & Stories

And maybe, though I'd never admit it out loud for the little girl with terrified eyes who'd watched her whole world burn. --- ★ Cassie's POV ★ I woke to the sound of rain against glass and the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Sam's threats, the desperate escape through the storm, the collision with a stranger, strong arms catching me before I fell. Rafael. I sat up slowly, my body aching from the night's ordeal. I was in a large bedroom with minimalist decor, dark woods, clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city I didn't recognize.

“That’s because it is.” He gave the faintest smile. “So we’re not chasing a ghost this time?” “No,” I said. “She came to my city. She walked through my doors. If it’s a game, she made the first move.” The car eased past Central Park as the sun started its descent behind the skyline. But none of it mattered. Because Rome had just become the center of my universe. Imogen Cullen was walking through my halls again. And this time? I’d be there, waiting. For answers. Or maybe, for something far more dangerous than either.

Lying back on the bed, Sophia closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new dangers. But tonight, for just a few precious hours, she allowed herself to feel the warmth of Julian’s touch lingering on her skin, knowing that, no matter what happened, they would find a way to be together. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting soft beams of light across Sophia's bed. She blinked awake, her body still warm from the lingering traces of Julian's touch. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the thrill of their forbidden affair and the ever-present fear of discovery. Last night had been electrifying, but the risks weighed he

SCARLETT As we walked into the familiar house, a wave of fear and arousal washed over me, mingling together in a way that left me trembling with anticipation. Damien's presence loomed over me like a dark shadow, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Fuck! What am I doing back here? Despite my attempts to hold my own, to act angry and stubborn, I couldn't deny the underlying excitement that pulsed through my veins. The thought of being kidnapped and used had always been a secret fantasy of mine, and the circumstances of me being here only heighten my arousal.

That we could just let the boat drift away and let the Crimson Dragons and Camelot destroy each other while we watch from the cliffs. But my mind is a weapon, and it never truly sleeps. Even as I lose myself in him again, I’m aware of the burner phone hidden in my luggage, the one that only receives messages from Julian Knox. I’m aware that every hour we spend in this paradise is an hour our enemies use to tighten the noose. I break the kiss, breathing hard, my hand resting over his heart. “Ron... we need to talk about the Vesuvius Room. If we’re going back, we need a plan that doesn't end with us in a body bag or a federal prison.”

His voice sent goosebumps shooting through my arms and chest. I tried to keep myself composed by shutting my eyes tight, but when I opened them, his gaze was locked in them. He leaned in closer, his voice soft like a whisper. “Then let me show you my favorite spot here. A better view. A better drink.” And when his hand brushed mine, just lightly, my pulse leapt like it had been waiting for permission to live again. I didn’t know that drinking martini could be so sexy until I met this stranger. He placed his lips on the edge of the glass, his eyes never leaving mine as he downed every drop of liquid.

Damian Sometime during the night, when the lights are out and my body’s too heavy to move, someone slips into bed with me. I’m dead asleep when I feel a warm body press against mine. Soft hands glide over my chest. Then lips; warm, insistent, finding the side of my neck. A sleepy smile tugs at my lips. Sareena. Relief floods me, and my arms move on instinct, pulling her closer. My fingers skim along her waist, memorizing her curves. The feel of her skin against mine is intoxicating.

His gorgeous bold fingers kneaded her back as he filled her eager mouth with the taste of him. Raw heat emanated from his entire body and his forehead was so shiny with perspiration that it could be seen in the dark. “Damn girl, what am i going to do about you?” He asked against her ears. Belle was absolutely so shook by him as delicious shivers of discovery, zigzagged it’s way down her spine and her whole body. She could hear that his breathing was so uneven and she watched as his lips trembled as they took hers again. Her heart most certainly became a rocket, soaring high above them.

"H-However, the private plane crashed… and Ms. Rosanna and Mr. Mario's whereabouts are unknown." Luciano stiffened and subconsciously took a step back. Even the hairs on his body seemed to be trembling as he said, "Did you just say that the plane crashed?" At the same time, Sofia's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in shock. "Hold on, who did you say was on a plane that crashed? Is it Luciano's secret girlfriend?" After glancing at Luciano, Stefano replied quietly, "Yes. Her name is Rosanna."

Chapter 18: Careful Lies Cassandra’s POV Brady stood there under the library lights, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight. His bright blue eyes flicked between Alexander and me, sharp with suspicion. My heart raced so fast that I felt dizzy. Alexander’s hand brushed the small of my back, a silent signal to stay calm. I could still feel the warmth of what we’d done in the stacks, his cum slowly leaking into my panties. “What are you talking about?” Alexander asked first, voice steady but edged. “You followed us?”