Spy Romance Novels & Stories

Colin reeked of alcohol, and before I could even react, he lunged toward Tracie. Damn it. There was no way I was letting this go. I rushed at Colin. He shoved me away. "Have you forgotten your place? Do you really think she's your wife? You pathetic loser! Go home and jerk off to your fantasies!" With a forceful push, Colin tore open Tracie's blouse, exposing her pink lingerie. Furious, I grabbed a nearby bottle and crashed it into Colin's head. But Colin was surprisingly tough. The bottle didn't even make him flinch.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

I take another drag on my cigarette, exhaling slowly. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he studies me, and I sense a question forming on his lips. "Is it about you and Jasper? Are you two..." His words trail off as I glare at him, and he clamps his lips shut, still smiling. My curiosity gets the better of me. "Why would you think it's Jasper?" Luciano leans in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You two have this insane sexual tension around you. It's like a living thing." He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. "If you're not careful, it'll explode and affect us all."

When she did not find him, she drove to Entre Rios, but she did not find him either, neither in her stables, nor in her fields, that night she would rest in the old cabin she rented that distant day, when she was just a Mexican woman lost in the great province, and then she would go to continue with her business. That night it was raining, the drops were falling on the old sheet metal, they were playing music all over the place, Maria De La Cruz, turned off her cell phone, and prepared herself for her solitude, she prepared the bath tub, a glass of white wine, and relaxed, she fell asleep without noticing, suddenly in her dreams, she felt some strange footsteps walking through the corridors;

“You’re a little too early there, Spencer.” “I’m not too early. I figured I’d just get a head start on the kiss and keep it up until the New Year.” Before I could answer, I caught sight of Sasha, who I hadn’t seen much of that night. I frowned when I recognized the man with whom she stood—far too close and clearly preparing to share a New Year’s kiss. “Is that Grigori?” Spencer looked over, stiffening before cursing softly. “It certainly looks like it.”

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

She turned her phone toward me. I glanced at it and waved it off. “We don’t.” She leaned forward. “So you don’t like him anymore?” “I’m not thirteen or sixteen anymore, Fi.” “That’s not what I asked.” I sighed, staring into my drink. “I don’t know. I just know he makes me feel things. A lot of things. It makes me wonder if that’s why I couldn’t have sex with Brandon. Maybe I only want Kyle. Does that make me crazy?”

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.