Crime Of Passion Novels & Stories

I enclosed on her and wrapped my arms around her waist pressing her back on my hard body. I kissed her neck and she moaned but when her back fully rested on me and my huge hard-on pressed on her ass she immediately jolt up and stepped away from me like someone who just woke up from a dream. "Kane I'm dead serious this time, leave this room because if I return and still see you here I'm calling Passion guards immediately and you don't want to be forever banned from Passion for breaking one of their rules do you?" she asked but didn't wait for any reply as she went inside the room bathroom to shower. Actually, I know how serious the matter will be once she calls on the Passion guard. Breaking

My hands clench at my side as I say the words, and my chest blazes with rancor that I can't wait to rip his throat out for hurting Raven. He laughs, throwing his head back.“It's not enough. The ages I've lived are not enough to satisfy my thirst. I crave more. I want more and everything this world has to offer. Isn't that why we killed them? My mate and your mate, Damien. We killed them because we can't afford to lose everything we have worked so hard to build, everything we have come to own. Do you not understand?” He points at me, and the indignation in my chest increases tenfold. He laughs when he sees the fire in my eyes.

Amelia hesitated as she approached, the weight of her decision a fierce, living energy that wrapped around her with the promise of risk and danger. The woman watched her from the shore, her expression a vivid, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The scars on her arms were a sharp, cutting presence, a bright, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her voice was gravel and accusation, a fierce, living energy that cut through the silence. "Come to beg forgiveness for your family’s crimes?" she said. "Or to see if there’s anyone left to kill?"

Curiosity took over me, and I asked, "How did the man die?" A sinister smile spread across Samuel's face as he replied, "He was burnt to death, just like my family had died. I watched him burn and felt the greatest satisfaction of my life." I didn't feel any remorse for the dead man; he got what he deserved. After what he did, I wouldn't have wished for any other kind of death for him. But knowing that Nicholas was capable of burning someone alive sent shivers down my spine. This man was truly dangerous—what else was he capable of?

A crack. "Test me, Liam. Call my bluff. See how far I'm willing to go for you. Or against you." The seconds stretch, elastic, suffocating, charged with the crackling electricity of our mingled breaths. I see the arguments flash through his gaze: reason, career, survival, loyalty to my father, the prison his anger could be. I see the pure rage at feeling trapped, manipulated by a girl he despises and desires in equal measure. And then, I see something else. The same thing that took over in the dimness of the glass house. A dark, voracious, ineluctable capitulation. The moment when the dam of all his principles, all his fears, gives way under the monstrous pressure of desire and… something els

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.

"Everyone thinks you're guilty. Everyone believes you and Von murdered your husband. So prove them wrong by doing something no guilty person would do marry your supposed co conspirator. Show the world you have nothing to hide." "That's insane." "It's brilliant. It reclaims the narrative. Makes you sympathetic instead of suspicious." Catherine's eyes gleamed. "Poor Marissa, framed for murder while pregnant, freed by technicality, finds comfort in the only other person who understands her nightmare. Tragic romance instead of sordid affair. The media will eat it up." I wanted to argue, but the logic was sound. "What does Von get out of this?"

I answered flatly. He sat down on the chair in front of me, and as he nearly pulled his own hair out of frustration, I could see it visibly in his eyes. His white neck and face were also crimson red. Oscar is handsome. He's tall, has a fair complexion, with a pointed nose and thin lips. He also has those pairs of foxy eyes. His hair is semi-shaven and his body is a bit bulky. Maybe because he's a basketball player. It's just that the reason why I don't like him—that's why we broke up last week—is that he's forcing me to have sex with him. He almost laid his damn hand on me. Fortunately, Peter and my other friends came.

“You know me so well” “It better not be pussy!” I chuckled. I couldn’t help it. I knew how much Peter hated women. “It is pussy. This one is golden and it belongs to the man who I think is the one behind all the mess happening in the Bratva.” “Come on Cassian! Just fuck her and be done with it. We don’t need anything clouding your head at this point.” “You are right. But I do have a plan. I was waiting for the perfect time to discuss this with you but this looks like the best chance”