Harlequin/silhouette Series Romances Novels & Stories

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?

Her mouth opened against his, a moan stuck in silence. He dragged the slip down her shoulders. Her breasts bared, nipples tightening in the cool air. His mouth latched to her skin—hot, hungry. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, silently begging. “You’re ruining me,” he groaned against her breast. He kissed lower. Then lower still. She gasped silently as he spread her thighs. The silk between her legs soaked through. He stared, eyes dark with hunger. “Look at you,” he rasped. “So fucking quiet. So wet.”

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

I didn’t know what this was but I wanted more. Gideon’s hands wandered lower. The hand that had been on my throat moved to my chest, gently unlacing my dress and stroking the skin beneath until my whole chest burned with pleasure. The hand stroking my side moved down to my hip, kneading the flesh there before tugging my skirt out of the way. One finger brushed tender flesh and I gasped. I would have moaned if I had any voice. “Yes,” Gideon’s wolf growled. “Yes, ready.”

~Annalyn POV~ I turned slowly and he stepped out of the shadows without a word, completely naked, his eyes glowing with hunger, muscles taut with restraint. Celix's body glistened faintly, like he'd been running, or hunting. He didn't say anything else, he didn't have to because we both knew why I came closer after seeing him naked. His gaze swept over me and my robe was still barely tied, I hadn't worn anything under it. My body felt cold and craving for his dick, suddenly my robe slipped off my shoulder, and I didn't fix it, not this moment because that was what I actually wanted.

It was an extremely rare, first-edition printing of The Wealth of Nations paired with an original collection of industrial-era philosophical essays—the precise texts they had fiercely debated during their very first official night in the penthouse. Jillian opened the heavy cover. The aged paper crackled softly in the quiet room. But it wasn't the rare print that made Jillian’s chest tighten; it was what was written on the inside cover. Glued to the parchment was the original, burnt fragment of the first page of their companionship agreement—the section containing their names and the original title, The Silhouette of Us—saved from the hearth before it could turn completely to ash. Beneath it,

“I claimed her because the bond hit me like a storm and I was terrified of losing her again. But fear is not the same as entitlement. Love is not a leash.” The black heart answered by flattening me. The memory-Sila in the office went still and soft and overly yielding, her silence bent into consent by the lie of the scene. It wanted me easier here—more grateful, less sharp, a girl who would accept being chosen without asking what the choosing cost. My anger came back so fast it felt like relief.

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

"Put your hand on my chest." "Go to hell, Tyrant," I whispered back through a flawless, beaming smile. "We're already there, darling." Julian’s large hand suddenly clamped onto my bare thigh. I gasped. The skin-on-skin contact sent a violent electric shock straight up my spine. His thumb began to slowly, rhythmically stroke the soft flesh just above the slit of my dress. "Yes! Exactly that!" Antoine yelled, the camera shutter firing in a rapid frenzy. I turned my head to glare at Julian, but the insult died in my throat. His chest was rising and falling in a heavy, uneven rhythm, completely shattering his usual icy control. He was just as affected by this as I was or so I thought.

The heavy, suffocating aura of the beast dissipated, leaving only his intense, radiating heat to chase away the icy static lingering in my veins. He closed the distance between us in two heavy strides. His large, calloused hands locked firmly around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the blood-stained carpet and pulling me flush against his solid chest. The contrast was intoxicating—his skin was burning with the adrenaline of a conqueror, while my core was still recovering from the volatile strain of shattering the Council's transmission. "You look pale, Shadow Queen," Silas murmured against my ear, his hot breath sending a thrill straight down my spine. His thumb reached up, surprisingly