Novel & Cerita Romance Thriller Novels

I swallowed when he placed the pad of his thumb against the side of my mouth and swiped slowly. My core, my heart and body were ablaze from his touch and when he rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, moving it back and forth, it felt like I was going to melt. I exhaled and parted my lips a little, then he pressed his thumb against my bottom lip with a little pressure. His eyes met mine and they were darker than usual, holding something in them that I desperately hoped was want or need. Fuck, I can’t wait to marry him.

His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed. I can’t believe am enjoying this,am supposed to be angry,to feel molested, instead am enjoying every bit of it,all thanks to my betrayer body. “Am going to explain everything to you Tomorrow, for now just rest,that’s an order” he said and Immediately I closed my eyes. .. .. 💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. ..

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin. "Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster. Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once. After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.

“Now.” I shouted his name as my orgasm crashed over me and cum shot between us again, hot and messy. Rafael buried himself deep and groaned loud. His cock pulsed inside me filling me with thick loads and we came together with our bodies locked tight and breathing hard. He kept moving slowly through the aftershocks, milking every drop. The steel collar felt heavy around my neck and I knew right then I could not escape this. The guilt was still there but the hunger was stronger and Rafael had ruined me for anyone else.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

The room was filled with department heads. The general manager, Wallace Beckham, frowned. "Ms. Thornton, what exactly is going on? Is what was said in the email true?" "Mr. Beckham, everyone." I stood up, scanning the room before my gaze finally landed on Everly. "Ms. Chance says I'm obsessed with men. She claimed that I was competing with her, that I used dirty thoughts to accuse them of an inappropriate relationship." I smiled slightly, then my expression turned cold. "So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room to

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.