Thriller Novels With Romance Novels & Stories

I was hot and bothered. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. It didn’t help. My breathing only deepened, and I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs. What was wrong with me? I jumped into the shower stall and turned on the nozzle. Ice-cold water bit at my skin, but I welcomed it, wanting those unfamiliar sensations to disappear from my body. But it didn’t work. I needed release. I shut my eyes, but all I could see were images of Lorenzo and me, making love like in my dream. The throbbing increased and my heart rate sped up.

“Ruby. Focus on me. Breathe. One step at a time. We’ve survived worse. We can survive this.” She pressed her forehead against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat anchor her, even as Dante’s eyes traced every movement, a silent accusation and threat rolled into one. “You’re mine to unravel, Ruby,” Dante said softly, almost hypnotically, his voice like velvet over knives. “And every secret you cling to… every little lie, every moment of hesitation… it only makes my task easier.” Ruby’s chest tightened, panic clawing its way up. “I… I can’t let him…”

When I felt his tongue swirling around my nipples, I lost it, moaning uncontrollably with the vibrating sensation that went through my body. “Fuck.” He gave me gentle lover bites, still thrusting roughly as droplets of his sweat dripped on me. He was going faster, and I allowed my hand to cling onto him tightly, digging my nails into his back skin while I pressed his body against mine. Passion— that was all I felt. The feeling of our bodies colliding surged through me, leaving me thinking about what it meant to want him, be with him— love him. No. Maybe I could have the things.

Fucking her in that bathroom, that desperate, raw explosion of lust… it had only made things worse. He had jerked off twice already, just thinking about her. He thought claiming her would get her out of his system, make him less… possessed. It only deepened the wound. He was like a wounded, possessed dog, constantly sniffing for her scent, needing more. They walked through the hotel, down to the secluded garden area. Under a canopy of sparkling lights, the dinner table was set, flowers everywhere, small fireworks even blooming silently in the distance. The atmosphere was definitely ridiculously romantic.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

From the day they started getting intimate, Debby had never nurtured the thought of her being in danger around Sebastian. But the thought of him being a killer made her consider leaving him, and not just leaving him, but running to somewhere far where he would never find her. The stories of serial killers feasting on their lovers after being together for a long doubled her fear. “If he killed that man, then I’m leaving him,” she resolved at the thought and with that, she decided to confront him.

Pleasure and submission tangled together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Nikolai rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth with the same slow control he has used when he was sliding the dildo in and out of my cunt. Saliva dripped down my chin as his grip on my hair tightened. Then the sound of a car driving in cut through the haze. My eyes widened. Panic and arousal warred inside me, making my heart pound so hard it hurt. Shit. That was my husband's car. But he wasn't supposed to return today.

The hate fucking turned into something raw and real with every thrust that carried all the shoving matches and trash talk from the season. But now this fed into the pleasure. We came together this time, loudly this time with our bodies shaking. I pumped another load from my cock deep inside of him while he shot his all over my hands and his own abs. “Fuck, Damon,” he muttered. I was addicted to this, the damn way he milked my cock, the way we still hated each other but could not even get ourselves to stop fucking. It felt dangerous and perfect. After that we finally collapsed on the cold floor near the showers with both of us bruised, covered in marks, and sweat, and thick white cum.