Romantic Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

I stuttered, He moved closer to mine and I could feel his musky scent which was flooding my senses but I tried to ignore those distractions and tried to focus on the scent that is Nikolai, something very masculine and potentially dangerous. “Tell me… Miss. Mitchell?” He said huskily while moving towards my ear, I felt electric jolts rushing through my bones as his tongue ran down my ear to my neck. His hot breath was rolling over my lips and his eyes searched every inch of my face, a strange hunger for his mouth raised inside me and I was unable to control it.

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever. It was no different for Betty. Had she lain passive beneath him, he knew he would never have forced her. But her mouth clung to his. He felt her shiver with sensation, arching into his hands and mouth as if he were all that she craved. Her blind Acceptance of his every caress sent his ardour spiralling. His blood was boiling, his rod near to bursting the bounds of his skin. But he would not hurry his possession of her, for he wanted the memory of this night to remain branded in her heart forever……

His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer."

Not because of something I did wrong, but because of something that happened around me that cost someone else everything. The list is shorter than I expect. And longer than I want it to be. I pull the blanket around my shoulders and lie on the mattress and feel the baby flutter and count the grey hours and think about Rhys walking into the police station with the alexandrite ring in his pocket because he must have found it where I had forgotten it and picked it up as a means of identification and source of comfort. I know he picked it up. I know it the way I know everything about him that does not need to be said.

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“He wants me, honey. He’s always wanted someone with some fire, someone who gets him, not some weak little art student who gave up her passion to be a pretty thing.” The words hit me like a punch, that’s all I was to him. And this woman, this stranger, was tearing apart my marriage,mylife, with a casual cruelty that made me feel sick. “You don’t know anything about our marriage,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Oh, I know enough,” Ms. Rossi purred, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “He told me all about it. And frankly, sweetie, you should just stay in your place. Accept your pretty little life, the one he bought for you. He’s never going to leave me for you.” Her smile was a poisono