Romantic Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

I kicked them out mid-orgasm. I’ve been with brunettes too. Some of them were actresses. Everything about them had been fake. Including their orgasms. But Rhiannon? With her green eyes, and blonde hair. I’ve never met anyone like her. I think I’m fucked. And my foolish wolf was not helping. My wolf was playing a highlight reel. Replaying her moan, her kiss, her scream, her face when she cums on a repeat as though it was a goddamned movie.

is this the feeling that you needed? I never feel this before with Ralph. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl. I can fuck you better than your boyfriend." Genesis whispers to your neck, then sucked your sensitive skin.I you bit my lip as you tilted your head to the side to give him access to your neck. you wanted to moan but you were still afraid and agitated of people hearing you. And I'm scared that Ralph will find me here. his hands wandered around your body then rests on the dress that is still hanging on your waist, he swiftly removes the fabric from you—leaving you on your red laced panties.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He was reading my every move. Ignoring his stares, I fixed my gaze on the wall to tell him everything about my dark past which has now become a nightmare for me and I am not able to run away from it no matter how hard I try! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Third Person's POV "It was just a slap, one slap that opened the door of hell for me" Nikki sniffed and Xaphan's body stiffened at her words. Not only her appearance but her past too was reminding him of Elena because it was one slap from Elena that created the whole story.

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"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

A very sexy predator. "Didn't think you’d come." He turns slowly, his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly possessive—taking in my appearance from head to toe. There is no warmth, which scares me. I want warmth, and Raphael promises anything, but yet I find myself succumbing to him. Eye contact is enough to rattle everything inside me. "You're wearing the slip dress. Good girl, obedience suits you."

It was as if the books whispered: “You are still you, Alina. Even here. Even now.” The words intertwined with my thoughts. I couldn’t stop the image of him — Dante — from surfacing in my mind. The way he looked at me. The intensity of his eyes. The heat his body radiated even when he didn’t touch me. It was wrong. Toxic. And yet, it was there, lodged inside me. I closed the book firmly. I couldn’t lose myself in that. I couldn’t let this gilded cage and that enigmatic man entrap me. I needed to hold on to my sanity, my identity. And maybe, just maybe, these books were my silent weapon.

Vampire killers went straight for the heart. Though to be honest, Aya was assaulting his heart. The dried-up husk in his chest was beating to an ancient, primeval drum. Possess and protect. He wanted this woman. And he wouldn't allow his old enemy to have her or harm her. But it went much further than that. He wanted to know why he couldn't control her. She was a challenge that mentally, he couldn't resist. And obviously, given his current condition, he found her physically irresistible, too.

I whispered. His hand moved from my neck down to my waist, firm and certain. He pulled me against him slowly deliberately like he was testing the line between control and surrender. My heart pounded against my ribs. I could feel his heartbeat too strong and fast. For a man who claimed control over everything his body betrayed him. "You are playing with fire " he murmured. "I am not afraid of fire " I replied. His lips finally brushed mine. It was not gentle, not soft. It was slow and filled with everything neither of us had said. The fear, the anger, the relief that I was safe, the need to feel something after standing so close to danger.