Romance Novels With Cops Novels & Stories

“Damien… we can’t.” He stopped inches away, towering over me. I could smell his expensive cologne “We shouldn’t,” he corrected, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “But you want it. I see the way you look at me, little sister-in-law. Like you’re dying for me to bend you over this desk and ruin that sweet pussy.” My breath hitched. Dirty words from his mouth sounded filthy and perfect. “I’m married to your sister,” he continued, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed my neck and I shivered. “And you’re twenty-four, working under me… literally, if I have my way. This is fucked up.”

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

“Brady can’t have this. Only me.” “Only you,” he groaned, gripping my hips, thrusting up. “I love you, Cassandra. Even with all this crazy shit.” We came together again, sweaty and breathing hard. Later, tangled on the couch, he stroked my hair. “The blackmailer’s gone. Secret’s still safe. But Brady and Sophia are getting too close.” I traced his chest. “We’ll be more careful. But right now… I just want you again.” He kissed me slowly. “Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

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Judy despised Heather to the core hence she naturally agreed to collaborate with Sophia. Sophia requested Judy to keep watch on Heather and Christina’s every move. Her plans could go smoothly if she had leverage against them. Judy agreed without hesitation. Although the police had listed Ninth Brother as a wanted criminal, Michael knew this would take some time to come to fruition. The efficiency of the police department had declined lately. Besides, the crime committed by Ninth Brother was not too grave. The Interpol had numerous similar cases like this to deal with and they could be occupied with other affairs for the time being.

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion* Myla Tonight is my third date with Deacon and I'm more nervous than I have been for some reason. The first two went great, and the sex? The sex was fücking amazing. I've never come as hard in my entire life.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

****** The next day I was up with my honey bun bun looking at me, making me self-conscious, quickly checking if drool all over myself which only made him chuckle at me. "Don't, I don't believe in those cliche romcoms where the girl wakes up beautifully. Seriously Brice, stop looking at me like that," I was combing my hair with my fingers assuming my bed hair was as bad as any other day. "You're beautiful, I still can believe you agreed to marry me." His fingers trailed down my front, over the t-shirt I was wearing, his hand slithered under the t-shirt, circling, tracing the tattoos from my hip traveling higher to my rib cage, bringing it higher exposing my naked body until his lips latched o

Natalie seems to breathe a little easier and offers me an apologetic smile, “Oh, let me introduce Lois and Camille.” “I’m Camille,” the blonde woman says, reaching forward to shake my hand. “I’m so glad to meet you, Nat has been singing praises about you.” “Really?” I say with a chuckle, shaking Camille’s hand, trying to return her enthusiasm. “All good things, I hope.” The table is already full of delicious food, looking like it came straight out of an I*******m food blog. We eat and talk casually, and I find out that Camille and Lois are both parts of the mafia community too, by being married to soldiers part of Natalie’s family.

Love stories in a fictional universe mostly end up with a happy ending because destiny exists and will always be by the side of the two characters. But love stories are not always nice. Some do not start in a vintage coffee shop or a school hallway in the first day of a school year, and some do not end up in a wedding as a happy ending. Love indeed is complex as it could either be a lifetime benefit or a permanent danger to an individual. But perhaps destiny does exist—but that does not mean destiny gives everyone a happy ending. The question is, do the people involved in the world of crime deserve a happy ending? Or will destiny stay by their side to prove that love is more powerful than an