Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Cops

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

This wasn't the type of romantic life I envisioned with her. I was thinking life is sweet outside. I was hoping to have the most perfect life with Alisa but now I realised I was walking into an open trap I knew nothing about. Now it's hunting me, I wished I could turn back the tides of time, then I would make my amends. “Are you coming in or not, let me know.” Her voice, a mix of eagerness and sarcasm. Being a cop and majoring in psychology, I knew how to read people through words, gestures and actions.

Chapter 18: Careful Lies Cassandra’s POV Brady stood there under the library lights, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight. His bright blue eyes flicked between Alexander and me, sharp with suspicion. My heart raced so fast that I felt dizzy. Alexander’s hand brushed the small of my back, a silent signal to stay calm. I could still feel the warmth of what we’d done in the stacks, his cum slowly leaking into my panties. “What are you talking about?” Alexander asked first, voice steady but edged. “You followed us?”

Like gravity itself had shifted, and her silence was the force dragging me down. I didn’t speak to her. I couldn’t. Matteo’s eyes moved too quickly, too often, always watching. But every breath I took felt like a confession. Every heartbeat a betrayal. “Maxwell,” Matteo said between bites, licking sauce from his fingers like this was the damn family picnic, “remember the garden back in Cosa Nostra? The little one behind the estate?” I latched onto the topic like a lifeline. “Yeah,” I replied. “The one with the marble statues. And the broken fountain.”

“Abid, I promise, I never wanted to hurt you. I can get in big trouble just by telling you I'm a secret agent. I can go to jail myself.” She took a deep breath in… And now, I couldn’t stop my anger from boiling to the surface. I started screaming. I screamed and I screamed and I screamed… so loud, to the point my throat went dry. But she didn’t look afraid of me anymore… All she could do was sob. “THIS WHOLE TIME, I WAS DATING A FUCKING COPPER?!” I roared. “I can't believe I didn't realise sooner! “No wonder you were always being so damn secretive!

“Butterfly, that you?” I grinned, my boots crossing the marble, my arms wrapping him from behind, his warmth grounding me. “It’s done,” I said, my voice soft, my lips brushing his neck. “I got Ryan exposed for all his crimes and he’s been arrested. The FBI will look into the case and the law will take it cause. He’s going to be gone for a very long time.” Lucian turned, his eyes blazing, his hands cupping my face, his lips crashing into mine, the kiss fierce, claiming. “You’re fucking incredible,” he said, his voice rough, his grin wide. “Told you we’d fix it.”

He watched me approach, a dark, appreciative smirk playing on his lips. “Rough night?” he asked, voice deep and smooth like whiskey. “You have no idea,” I replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. I crossed my legs, letting the dress ride higher up my thighs. “My boyfriend just proved he’s a cheating asshole. So I’m here to forget him… preferably with someone who knows how to fuck properly.” Alex’s eyebrows rose, clearly surprised by my boldness, but his eyes darkened with interest. “Straight to the point. I like that.”

She may hate me, but she can't deny the spark between us. She's exhausting and rebellious, that much is obvious. But damn, she keeps life interesting. One thing is certain though. Our marriage will never be dull. Whether we spend it fighting or fucking, a blaze will always rage between us. I head back to my office for the night. With the wedding and honeymoon looming, I need to tie up a handful of loose ends.

But sitting here, with his scent invading my senses, his warmth seeping into my skin, and his dark, unreadable eyes burning into me, I realized the terrifying truth. Leonardo wasn’t the only one falling. I was, too. And if I wasn’t careful… I wouldn’t be able to stop. ****** The moment I finished reading, I carefully closed the book and handed it back to Denise. She yawned, stretching her tiny arms before curling back against Leonardo. “I think it’s time for you to sleep,” I murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Denise mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep in Leonardo’s lap. I risked a glance at him, and for once, his gaze wasn’t on me—it was on Denise.

"Hey, are you okay? Can I get you an ice pack for your hand?" She looks up, pushing her hands into her pockets. "I'm fine, thank you," "I bet you get all kinds of bruises as a cop," he says with a wet laugh, a sad attempt at lightening the mood. "Unfortunately, this specific one didn't come from being a detective," she says. "Who'd you deck?" "One of the misogynistic pricks I work with," With a small smile and a nod, he gestures to me. "He one of them?"