Mystery Romance For Adults Novels & Stories

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

“Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.” I felt a newfound heat rise to my cheeks at that, but also a touch of amusement. “Wait, you read romance?” I blurted out, not sure if he was messing with me. He shrugged casually. “Well, I wouldn’t call it romance...” I laughed, flipping the book over to point at the genre tags. Lo and behold, there it was: adult romance. “This is a romance book!” I teased. Nicholas looked a little flustered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “It has a good plot!”

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.

“I want to help you.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “How?” I swallowed, my cheeks burning, but I met his eyes. “I want to suck your cock.” His eyes darkened with lust. “Oh my goodness… you sure are a bad girl now, aren’t you?” He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Have you done it before?” “No,” I admitted, biting my lip. “But I’ve watched movies like that.” He chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “It’s different in real life, baby. Those movies aren’t always accurate. You want me to guide you?”

He pecked her lips, cheeks, and entire face before slowly sliding down his hot and hard cock inside her, causing her to writhe beneath him as pain took control in her lower body. He was too huge for her small pussy, and the tightness made him goan, and in one go he was totally inside her while holding her hands over her head, feeling her warm wall clinging around him. "How do you feel,Mia Amore?"he questioned, rolling his tongue over her earlobe and taking in between his teeth, causing her entire body to arch for him. He remained motionless and asked, "Prezioso...Tell me." (Precious) She sighed as she felt him move slowly inside her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his emerald blue oce

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

To believe in the fantasy while it lasts. Rafe is, too. Every night - and often during the day - I look up to find him watching me, staring at me hungrily with that look I've come to know so well. It doesn't take much from me - a smile, a glance from beneath my lashes, a soft word - to have him crossing the room to me and taking me in his arms, kissing me fiercely. Sometimes I tell myself that I'll try to free myself from this enchantment he's put on me, but my body betrays me every time. Every time, I melt in his hands, sink into his kisses, and promise myself that this will be the last time we make love. It never is.

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU