Romans & histoires Thriller And Romance Books

"Exciting." Frowning, I clasp my hands together in front of me. Using his index finger, he wiggles a book out of its spot, with some difficulty. It looks as though the covers are stuck together, with suggests this library is old; probably older than me. "Action? Thriller?" I question. Those kinds of books that get your heart racing are my favourite. They draw you straight of reality, lulling you into a dream-like state where my imagination can run rampant, with no one to tell me otherwise. Moments to live for, in my eyes. If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

He leaned down, his thumb dragging rough and deliberate across my cheekbone, tilting my face up to his. "You have no idea what it does to me," he growled, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp, "watching you throw yourself into the fire." My breath hitched. "What does it do to you?" His dark eyes burned into mine. "It terrifies me." The confession shattered the last boundary between us. The suffocating threat of death, the adrenaline surging through our veins, and the months of unspoken, agonizing tension snapped. I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him down to me.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

When she left, the vibrator returned to the low setting, and I was able to concentrate on other things much better. “So tell me about your sexual tastes, Tiffany. What have you done before?” He was cutting to the chase quickly enough. “I’ve had normal sex and given blowjobs. I’ve kissed other girls before.” Saying it like that seemed like I was really inexperienced. “Okay, then what would you like to try?” The vibrator had me going crazy. “I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?”

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

I could feel the tremor of her pulse beneath my fingertips as I slid my hands down her back, pulling her flush against me. Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, and I could taste the fear on her lips, a fear so thick it mingled with the hunger that laced her every movement. “Don’t stop,” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling, as though she was both pleading and demanding at the same time. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I pressed my mouth to her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against my lips. The sound of it, so alive and yet so fragile, made my stomach tighten.

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