روايات وقصص ضمن Smutty Mystery Thriller Books

My nose twitched as I caught his scent - muskier than usual with an undercurrent of something primal that made my heart race. "Hey Alec, yeah I'm here," *I said softly, marking my page and setting the book aside.* "What's wrong? You look... worked up." *I couldn't help but let my gaze roam over his tall, muscular frame, taking in the way his sweat-dampened shirt clung to his chest and abs. I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how alone we were together in our small apartment.*

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.