Novel & Cerita Contemporary Romance Novels

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

I said, remembering what had happened. “It spiked before he kissed me, got really hot like when he collapsed. But the moment he started touching me it went back to normal. Do you know what that means?” Kael nodded slowly. “I think I do, actually. From what I can piece together from When he tries to fight against the pull toward you once I’m in you, it creates a physical stress response. His temperature rises, his body starts to shut down. But when he gives in to what his body wants, when he touches you and kisses you, everything regulates because he’s finally doing what he’s supposed to do.”

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

"Oh yes, Keller speaks very highly of you, Adams. We expect great things from you." I smiled politely. "Thank you, Senator Rothmiller. Have I introduced you to my fiancée?" I reached for Tanya's hand. She looked stunning tonight. The black gown hugged her figure perfectly, silver accents catching the light whenever she moved. A perfect complement to my own attire. Nova never understood this. This was what being the wife of a successful man looked like. Networking. Socializing. Building relationships. Business associates admired wives who enhanced their husband's image not overshadowed them. Women who could effortlessly navigate social circles and leave a lasting impression. Not women who hid

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get you deflowered before finals.” The other girls giggled like hyenas, and I wanted to melt into the carpet. “Actually,” Miranda chimed in, “I heard it’s not just the guys. Apparently Weston has… really hot professors.” “Ohhh, now we’re talking,” Kelly purred. “Details, bitch, don’t hold out.” Miranda leaned forward, whispering. “There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.”

They fucked me straight through it—deeper, meaner—until I was sobbing around the cock in my mouth and coming again before the first one even finished. They switched without being told. Roman took my ass. Jace shoved into my cunt. The new angle hit different places, longer strokes, different stretches. Theo claimed my mouth, still slick from my ass, and fucked my throat while the other two used me. Dirty talk poured over me in overlapping voices. “Cream all over his cock, Professor.” “Look how fucking full she is.” “Gonna ruin this cunt and ass for anyone else.” “Swallow. That’s it. Good girl.”