Mystery Romance For Adults Novels & Stories

I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the heavy bedding, and wiped down his desk. As I worked, old rumors about Lord Edmund Blackwood filled my mind. At thirty-seven, he was still unmarried. People whispered that no woman could satisfy his dark, demanding appetites. That he was insatiable in the bedroom. I shook my head. Just baseless gossip. It was late when I finally finished with my chores for the day. Feeling restless, I decided to take a walk through the quiet halls to clear my head. That was when I heard it. A low, feminine moan echoed from upstairs.

Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

He said and went back to his work while Heer rolled her eyes. “Dust will be beneficial, only harm is harm ... You will make me a criminal, my hereafter will be destroyed ... What is the use of asking a servant ...? In your opinion, the advantage is ... Welcome to Me Mafia ... But in my view it is ... Welcome to me in hell ....” She gritted her teeth, muttered under her breath and looked out at the streets that led her to a strange city in a strange country...

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Light Bondage, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning light was a cruel interloper, filtering through the lace curtains of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, already dressed in my woodsman's flannel and heavy boots, watching Lyra stir. To any outsider, I was the picture of a doting husband, but the memory of her muffled screams and the way I had filled her pussy and ass with my supernatural seed just hours ago made my skin tingle with a secret, dark delight.

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.

“Nah. I don’t think so. Knowing you, you’d probably enjoy that a little too much.” I scoffed. Just who did he think I was? A masochist? His hand fingered the tie of my robe again. “I’m going to do something even naughtier.” With a single move, he pulled and my robe came loose, exposing me to his gaze. He licked his lips as his eyes raked down my body to my hard cock that was now jutting out between us. “Something that will surely make you lose your mind.” I shivered. And no, it wasn’t from the cold. It wasn’t even from the heat in his gaze. It was from the underlying promise I could hear in those words. I might not know a lot about Asher but I knew he always kept his word.

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.