Good Thriller Romance Books Novels & Stories

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

I was certain he could read me like an open book if he kept staring at me with such intensity. Looping my hands around his shoulder, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, and he slammed deeper and harder into me, not holding back. “Oh, my god,” ripped out of my throat, followed by a desperate, “Adonis, please.” His thrusts hit a knot inside me, and I knew I was close to something marvellous, yet heartbreaking at the same time. “Fuck,” he rasped, biting down my throat. “Are you on the pill?”

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Like a very hot, very dangerous wolf. His hands roamed, exploring, demanding. He kissed her again, harder, deeper. He pushed her gown up, tearing it further in his haste. Her breasts spilled free. He groaned, his gaze devouring her. He bit her nipple, not gently, but with a fierce hunger that made her arch against him. His other hand found its way between her legs, his fingers probing, teasing, driving her to the edge of reason.

He climbed up on the table. Heath slid up under her. She lifted up on her knees. He missed twice trying to penetrate her. Cindy took hold of his cock and slid Heath in as she lowered her ass and slid her pussy over him. Heath took hold of her hips and thrust up into her clapping her ass and bouncing her tits. Cindy turned sideways at the hips toward where Blake planted his bare ass on the break room table. She tasted herself on him as she worked her neck. Blake slipped out of her mouth from the powerful thrusts of Heath shaking her whole body.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Just the sight of him is enough to set my entire world on fire. All the while, he has not spoken a word to me. But his smile was enough word to me such that my heart was captivated by the sweetness that his love brings. He is now between my thighs. He ran his tongue on them in turn. Every stroke of his tongue leaves a burning sensation behind, a burning sensation that does not really burn to hurt but leaves a sweet sensation behind. He worked his tongue to my belly button and sucked it. My nervous system was on fire. Every neuron runs around my body with excitement, the type that grasses feel at the touch of the first rain after a long drought.

She shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor, while simultaneously bringing her arms up to cover her breasts from his view. Soloman stood, his hot, demanding gaze sweeping over her. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged out of it, tossing it over the back of his chair. Then he removed his cufflinks and dropped them onto his desk. A quick glimpse showed her that they were silver with a black diamond S on them. Her heart jumped as she realized he had marked her with the same jewelry he wore. Her wary gaze remained glued to his every movement. He rolled up the sleeves of his fine white dress shirt, pulled his tie off and unbuttoned the top few buttons. The tattoo on the back of his han