Police Officer Romance Books Novels & Stories

Instead, my hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if the weight of him was the only thing keeping me grounded in a world that had spun out of control. His fingers dug into my waist, possessive, as if he could hold onto me and keep the chaos outside at bay. I couldn’t deny the heat between us. It was suffocating, consuming. His lips found mine again, and the kiss turned desperate, like we were both aware of the ticking clock, of how fragile this moment was. Outside, the city was burning, the threat of another attack looming, but here, in this room, all I could feel was him. “You drive me insane,” I whispered, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed my legs apart, his body ho

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

Pleading her to say what he needs. She contemplates his question and reply's No just trying to ascertain all the information I am a need to know kind of girl you can’t keep me in the darkness even for my protection it doesn’t work that way for me. He nods once-a man who respects that about her. They reach the coffee shop, he orders for both of them without asking-he’s learned her preference-then finds a corner table away from windows. So he just chooses to be honest with her and says. You want the truth? I’m connected to every major operation in this city. Drugs, gambling, protection rackets, real estate laundering. People owe me money. Some owe me blood. There are families who’d use you to

someone asked from the back. "Detective Rodriguez's transferred to Alaska after his family received death threats. Detective Kim died in a car accident that wasn't an accident. Detective Tim took an early retirement after someone mailed him photos of his daughter in her kindergarten class." Morrison's jaw tightened. "This organization doesn't play. They eliminate all their threats efficiently and permanently." He didn't even act like he had heard what the guy said. The room quiets at his last words, leaving a strange sense of foreboding in the atmosphere.

Instead of replying to him, she walked away. “Wait for me, Aunt Isabella!” Cassie called, jogging to catch up, casting one last wicked glance over her shoulder. Daniel turned slowly to the policeman, who was sweating, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, and looking utterly drained. “So,” Daniel said softly, dangerously pleasant, “What were you saying earlier, Officer? Before the dramatic entrance? Still convinced we are the problem here? Still think love is a crime when the couple doesn’t match your charming little postcard version of happily-ever-after?”

he replied. I tried to pull away because I knew my girl would kill me if she saw it, but his juicy, wet lips against my neck felt so good that I couldn’t tell him to stop. As he sucked my neck, he stroked my dick, using my pre-cum as lube. “Fuck me, Tristan; I need your black cock in my ass.” “You want Tristan to fuck the police?” “Yes, fuck this police officer, Tristan. I want to feel your caramel rod in my pussy.”

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

“I’m going to have to think - “ Julia quickly shot Nick off by suddenly pressing her lips on his, his mouth parted, and her tongue went straight in, tasting the black coffee he had sipped before she came in. Nick was overwhelmed by her sudden intimate reaction, he wanted to break the kiss, but Julia was holding his nape very tightly as she kissed him. He didn’t know when he started returning the kiss, her nipples had gotten hard and was brushing his chest from her camisole. He was already getting aroused when a knock came to the door. Nick broke the kiss, not minding how tight Julia was holding him, he was way stronger. He ran his hands through his hair, and his arousal went back down slowly

Dinara El Patrón, the hardened Cartel leader she loved with all of her heart was gone when she woke up. She glanced beside her and there were three perfect red roses on the pillow he left for her. Holding his gift to her face, she took a deep breath. He will come back. She knew he would. Rafael was out there facing their enemy because he needed to protect them. That she understood. But it didn't mean she liked it one bit.

he groaned in frustration, making me smirk. "Tell me what you want, Mr Romano." I teased. "Why tell you when I could just show you" he smirked and pulled his wrists apart, making the flimsy handcuffs break in two. He picked me up off the ground and threw me roughly on the the bed, making me land with a oomph. "Refusing to cooperate with a police officer? That's a serious offence Mr Romano." I smirked. "A serious offence that I'm willing to commit, Officer Hernandez." He said and smashed his lips down on my own.