Novel & Cerita Female Assassin Romance Books

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

I was impatient, my leg bouncing restlessly on the bed. "So," Katrina’s voice dropped an octave, dripping with mischief. "Tell us. How’s the mystery man? Did you finally taste the sausage, or are you still playing the icy queen?" "Is there a spark?" Cassie added. "Do you feel anything for him, Raina? Be honest." I flinched. Feel something? I wasn't ready to go there. Feelings were messy. Feelings were the weapon Shawn had used to destroy me from the inside out.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

Elias kissed me slowly, full of pain and love. But as we held each other in the Red Room, I felt the weight of everything crushing down on me. Marcus had won with the blackmail, the sharing, and the endless nights of submission. Book 1 was over. But my real nightmare was only just beginning. Little did I know that being my professor’s pet and Marcus’s sex toy was just the beginning of my misfortune.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

I could use a decoy though. Then there came Isabella, beating all odds. An assassin so unpredictable and inhumanly fast like she’s born to be one. Hell, she must have not done one heck of a training just to reach where she is now. She’s gifted with strength and skills that no other person could easily match… well, except for me. For the first time in years of killing, I felt matched. She moves like nothing I have seen before. Even mafias who top the rank wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Isabella Moretti fights so gracefully. Her expressions and movements always remained calm and focused. Every strike and kick made it impossible not to watch.

But being married to my father might as well qualify as a slow, spiritual execution. Maybe that’s why the instinct hits so hard whenever I look at her. The need to claim. To keep. Rhea Ashford—or whatever name she decides to wear—doesn’t matter to me. She could be a saint or a serial killer, the world’s greatest thief or its most convincing liar. None of it would change a damn thing, as long as she’s willing to be mine. And that’s the problem.

I felt him throb against me as his grip on my waist tightened, and he groaned, sending thrills racing through my body. “What if I told you that I murdered my boyfriend and his mistress?” I whispered against his ear. Tobias laughed. “You’re really full of surprises, Princess.” I faked a frown, stopping my kisses, one hand still on his neck. I caressed his lips gently with my thumb. “Just call me Gianna,” I slurred. “As you wish, Gianna,” he replied. I could feel myself getting aroused by the way he called my name. He wasn’t objecting; he just let me do my thing. It was as if the clear desire in my eyes had communicated what I wanted, and he claimed my lips softly.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.