Female Assassin Romance Books Novels & Stories

Every move was a claim. "I am burning!" Silas shouted. He buried his face in her neck, biting her skin. Elara gripped the edges of the table. She felt the massive stretch. She felt like she was being filled with hot lead. It was a heavy, intense erotica. She was being taken in a room full of history and books. She felt the rough wood against her back and the hot Beast against her front. "Give it to me!" she cried. "Give me all the fire!"

"You are done with everything, right? You can go." I moved until we were nose to nose. "You know, I could snap your neck off right now and smash that phone," I whispered. She trembled, just barely—but enough. "If you really listened to that call, you’d know I’m not some simple human. I’m an undercover assassin." "What?" she gasped, her face draining of color. I smirked and pulled back. "Yes. And I can kill you, dispose of your body, and tell Cassius you left in a hurry because something came up. He won’t even question it."

RAVEN Maybe it was how innocent I looked. Or how quickly I had lost my manners when she touched me. At this moment all my thoughts were gone. All I wanted was to have her keep doing what she was doing. I loved how my body trembled under her touch. She grabbed my singlet and pulled it into shreds. It ripped and fell down on the ground beside me. All that was left by the time she was done was my cotton black panties that barely covered all of my pussy folds.

After that night, Ares hadn’t laid a finger on her. Not out of mercy. No, never mercy. He was waiting. Letting her simmer in her own confusion, making her wonder when the next storm would hit. And it did. Just not in the way she expected. The magazine slid across the marble counter like a blade. Riva froze mid-step. The housekeeper had left it open—centerfold spread wide, bold and glossy. "Moretti Tied to Rivarez Empire: Engagement Rumors Ignite the South Corridor." Photo: Ares Moretti, tux-clad, flanked by Delilah Rivarez—model, heiress, socialite. His fiancée.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm when she saw Visha lying helplessly on the cold floor of the filthy dungeon. Author's note: Don't forget to check out my new books – The Devil's Obsession (A forbidden romance story) and The Alpha's Third Mistress. You wouldn't want to miss out!!! If you can't find them in my list of books, just use the search bar to search.

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

My fingers curled slightly against the floor, my body refusing to move even though my mind screamed at me to do something—anything. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he added slowly, leaning back just a little, his eyes never leaving mine. “Money.” The word stung. But he was right. That was exactly what I wanted. My lips parted slightly but no sound could come out so without thinking too much about it, I slowly stood up from the floor and began to undress myself. His eyes didn't leave me while I did it and it made my skin crawl but I continued anyway. Once I was completely stripped, all that was left was my underwear—my blue-colored bra and matching G-string panties—then he suddenly spoke

Before she could react, Aizen’s hand wrapped firmly around her waist. Her breath caught. The sudden closeness froze both of them for half a second. His hand remained against her waist. Warm. Strong. Dangerously familiar. Estella could smell his cologne again. Dark cedarwood and something colder underneath. A scent she unfortunately remembered too well. Because her body remembered him before her mind wanted to. Aizen looked down at her. And suddenly memories from that night flashed through his head without permission. Her skin. Her trembling breaths. The way she looked beneath him.

CHAPTER TWO Two days passed in a haze of stolen glances and barely contained anticipation. Elise arrived for the next scheduled session on Wednesday evening with her usual leather satchel slung over her shoulder and her composure locked tightly in place. Inside, her blood hummed. She had replayed the library scene countless times: the taste of Daphne on her tongue, the way the girl’s thighs had trembled around her ears, the broken, reverent sound of her name when Daphne came.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.