Spicy Thriller Books Novels & Stories

“Then why do you feel the thrill of it, Sabrina? Why do you crave the power? Why do you feel alive when you kill? Tell me you don’t feel it—the rush, the heat in your veins. Tell me you don’t need it.” His words dug into me like a blade. I could feel them. The rush, the fire, the darkness inside me that was growing, swallowing me whole. He wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t deny it. With every life I took, there was a part of me that felt liberated—alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years. And Viktor knew it. He knew everything about me, about the twisted craving that I couldn’t outrun. The worst part? I didn’t want to outrun it.

"You actually hit me? Conrad! Have you lost all decency?" "You'd already be dead if I had none at all," he snapped. The sheer authority of a man who'd spent years in command was enough to silence Jenny instantly. Not even glancing at how pale she'd gone, Conrad ordered his men to throw her out. … After rounds of tests and investigations, the conclusion remained the same—I'd taken my own life and died, perishing in that fire. But Conrad refused to believe it. I made sure the scandalous affair between Jenny and Conrad landed in the hands of the most ruthless paparazzi in the business—the kind who'd sell their soul for a headline.

The air in the study was thick with the scent of fear and betrayal. The fires outside cast a flickering, hellish glow on the antique furniture, a visual pun on the personal hell unfolding between two brothers. Hades’s hands, so full of a raw, aching need for vengeance, tightened their grip on Gregory's throat.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

“Calm down Jane. It’s just adrenaline from the fight which I kept telling myself. But no—- my mind flashes back to his voice, the stand and the way he looked over me. My clit throbs demanding attention. Shit I can’t stop thinking about him. His hands, strong and sure, pinning me down. No I despise him then why is this turning me on? The conflict twists in my gut like a knife. He's everything I can't stand—arrogant, relentless, always in my way. But god, imagining him like that... It makes me wet. I glance at my handbag on the counter, biting my lip. Screw it. I need to get this out of my system before I face him again. Digging inside, I pull out my discreet vibrator—the small, powerful one I

He muttered as he stood up and I licked my lips when his cock appeared in front of me. “Open up, slut.” He spat as he slapped me, not enough to sting but enough for me to feel it. As soon as my mouth opened, he shoved his cock down my throat, a guttural groan leaving his lips. At the same time, the vibrator turned on and a whimper left my lips before I could control it. The vibrator increased right after that and I almost lost my mind, even as Davin kept thrusting into my mouth like a beast. My hands tightened around the rope binding me and I could feel drool rolling down my chin as Davin’s cock hit the back of my throat.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.