Thriller Romance Books For Adults Novels & Stories

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

"But I don't want you to go, I want to make you mine, I want to leave my mark on you and let it burn so deep that you cannot be able to thrive without it. After years of waiting to fuck that pussy, I'm never letting it go." "You're sick!" I bellowed, but he only chuckled darkly. "You've always wanted me too." "I was willing to give you my body, why did you do all this!?" I yelled, my teeth gritting in agony. "Because what fun is it if your prey willingly gives herself to you? I enjoy the chase, the thrill keeps me going. I want to watch you hate me and then break when I break down your walls." He grabbed my shoulder, swinging me around and pushing me over in a split second.

“Tell me how much you love my cock against yours.” “I love it,” I gasped. “Thick and hard and sliding all over me. Makes me want you inside again.” He groaned, hips snapping. “Soon. But right now I want to watch you come apart.” “Come on, Riley. Give it to me.” His voice was pure command, pushing me right to the edge. “Fuck… Jax!” I came hard, shooting across my own abs and his hand. He followed right after, adding to the mess.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

"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.

He rubbed the thick head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. "Beg for it properly, Elena. Tell me how much better I am than that pathetic husband of yours." My sassy side wanted to fight, but my body was on fire. "Your cock is so much bigger. Ryan's tiny dick never fills me. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside." He pushed the head in slowly. I moaned loud as he stretched me open. Inch by inch he sank deeper, way deeper than Ryan had ever gone. It burned so good. My walls clenched around him tight, trying to adjust to his thickness.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

“So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.” I moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head. The pleasure was overwhelming — hot, wet, and intense. Every flick of his tongue, every suck on my clit, made me see stars. My moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into breathy cries as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot while his mouth focused on my clit. The combination was too much. “Ahh! Ezekiel, I’m— I’m gonna—!”