Good Suspense Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Selena, seeking solitude, is unexpectedly confronted by Duke Earl, whose intense gaze has long intrigued her. Their encounter escalates into a passionate, forbidden affair, leaving Selena breathless and awakened to a new world of desire. ************************ I was lost in the pages of my book, the warm summer breeze rustling the leaves above me, when I felt a sudden shadow fall across my lap. Startled, I looked up, my heart skipping a beat as I found myself face to face with Duke Earl. His tall, imposing figure lo was the last thing I expected to see, so far from the estate's confines.

I wondered if that was how he always saw things—from above, at a safe distance. He returned with a slim folder in hand and two glasses of something amber-colored. He handed one to me. “Here,” he said. “For the hell of a day.” I accepted it, our fingers brushing briefly. “You’re dangerously persuasive,” I told him. “I’ve been told.” We sat, the file resting between us like a quiet promise or a threat. He opened it, flipping through pages with practiced ease. “This,” he said, tapping a section, “is where things get interesting.”

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

Delightful thoughts of who it could be filled her head, and she groaned in approval as he started to gently grind down into her, then pull slowly back. The hand on the back of her head was pressing her face into the book, but she felt another pulling up on her hips, and she quickly acquiesced, lifting them so that the mystery person could fuck her more easily. Several long, silent moments passed as her assailant slid his cock silently into her sopping cunt. She forced herself to lay still, hoping to show what good, submissive girl she could be for whoever was taking advantage of her. Deep strokes in and out caused her to moan weakly after a few minutes, and she whimpered in pleasure at the s

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

My hands were shaking… but that didn't stop my mind from being full of dirty pictures again… God his big hands on my body, his hard cock pushing between my legs I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back even stronger Finally, I stood in front of his office door. It was a beautiful golden brown colour. I raised my hand and knocked softly. My knuckles made a small sound on the wood. And I waited. No answer I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing My mouth felt dry and my nipples were hard under my blouse because I was having bad thoughts about him again. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. This man was very dangerous for my body and sanity

She was glad to see he was able to project humor into the situation and ease the panic that could have easily mounted as the reality of the severity of their situation set in. Renewed howling outside brought all chuckling to a halt. Brandon ran to the window while Dennis turned gray. Maggie ran to her shelf of books, returned the book-marked medicines and pulled down one labeled ‘spells’. The spell book opened on its own when Tara pushed Maggie out of her way. The image of her great grandmother grew stronger as Maggie watched Tara run her finger down the page until she found the section she searched for. She tapped the page lightly and swung the book toward Maggie, so she could read the p

Callan growled directly into my ear, his tone dark, dirty, and utterly possessive, "I’m going to tell my driver to pull over right now and give us some space. Then I'll strip your clothes off, bend you over this seat, and fuck your tight little pussy so hard and fast you'll be screaming my name for the whole street to hear.” A sob tore from my throat upon hearing Callan speak those filthy words so casually. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with heat as my cheeks flushed bright red. The thought of his driver stepping out of the car and leaving us alone in the back seat made my heart hammer wildly. Tears finally spilled over my eyelashes, running hot down my cheeks. I tried to wriggle

My head snapped toward the sound, my body freezing. A man stepped into the room, holding a silver tray with a pitcher of water and a single glass. He was tall—unbelievably tall wearing only a pair of dark grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, exposing a sharp V-line and a broad, ridiculously chiseled chest mapped with faint scratches. My scratches. I scrambled backward on the bed like a frightened cat, dragging the heavy duvet with me and clutching it frantically against my chest. ‘’Who the fuck are you?!’’ I screamed, my voice coming out raw. ‘’What did you do to me? Why the fuck did you take advantage of me?!’’

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.