Door Romance Book Novels & Stories

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

was all he said. I couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist, I was thanking the heavens for the steam surrounding us. I wasn’t exactly showing but I did have a little bump which I wasn’t ready for him to see just yet. Thankfully when we ‘made love’ earlier, we done so under the covers so Roman didn’t’ suspect a thing. Roman slowly moved his right hand down to my core, slipping a finger inside of me making me moan in pleasure. I responded by reaching behind me and grabbing a hold of his huge cock, slowly moving my hand up and down.

My Italian lover was there, like the sun—firing hot and brilliant into the darkness. It was more. So much more than just sex. I could feel him reaching for me the same way I reached for him. We were like magnets—drawn and unable to escape each other. His chest pressed to mine as he drove in and out of me, and just as I was teetering on the edge, DJ pushed us both over, cumming with me. After grabbing a rag to clean us both up, DJ settled beside me in bed, holding a menu between us before asking,

My fingers clutch his shirt, needing to hold onto something as my knees threaten to betray me. "You shouldn't," I whisper, breathless, even though I'm the one closing the gap this time. "I know," he says, and then he kisses me again-this time deeper, desperate. Like he's starved and I'm the only thing that's ever tasted right. Tell me if this isn't my dark romance book right here, what it is... If there's anything... I didn't see my day ending with Dominic not to talk of getting kissed by him. Someone tell me this ain't no dream. Tell me, this is happening for real.

And I fucking love it. Then a noise dragged my eyes to one of the suites—a woman moaning, loud and messy, as a male escort drove her into the mattress. She was a regular, always coming here to get wound up and broken open. And watching her… it made Claire slam into my thoughts again. Who would’ve believed Claire could be that wild in bed? Ian is a blind fool—not seeing the fire he had right under his nose. But that’s on him. His stupidity is my goddamn gain.

The kind of dress you wore when you wanted to make a statement without speaking. Beside it lay a single rose. And on top of everything… A letter. My fingers hesitated before I picked it up. I unfolded it slowly. “I apologize for my actions the last time we met. I’m attending a dinner party tonight, and I would love for you to be my plus one. Just for business. And to apologize properly. …Luke” I stared at the words for a long time. Why would he go this far just to apologize? A dress. A rose. A handwritten note.

Now I was the one getting surprised. Like a robot, I walked back into the room. Rowan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He twirled me around, disregarding the tears staining my cheeks. His hands found the choker I had bought, and he clasped it slowly around my neck before his palms slid down to my thighs. A few minutes ago I would have moaned and gasped under his touch, but now his hands felt like needles piercing my skin. “See, little mouse, just looking at your smooth skin turns me on,” he murmured as his hands moved up. “Don’t you think so, Bianca? Isn’t my wife pretty?”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

I was about to leave when Lucas called behind me. "Bourbon for me, please, Mari." I wanted to snap the door out of its hinges and throw it at both of them. But I took a deep breath instead, reminding myself of my goal. It'll all be over soon. After slamming the door when I left the room, I stomped my way to the kitchen and told the help that was there to bring the men their drinks. Thankfully, it wasn't Daphne because if it was her, I'd let my steam out on her. I went to the Great Room, slumped on a couch by the liquor table and lit a cigarette. Just one, I told myself. And one drink. Twenty minutes later, I finished the entire bottle of whiskey and smoked four sticks of nicotine, flipping e