Thriller Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Enough to satisfy him for now. But as I spread my thighs and angled the camera, I knew it was a lie. The thrill of his threat mixed with Aunt Dolores’s warning created a storm I could not escape. My scar glowed brighter beneath the habit, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Why did this scar always glow whenever I wanted to satisfy Jax? Why? I hit record, voice already breaking on a soft moan as my fingers found my slick folds. “Please…” I whispered toward the lens, knowing Jax would watch every second.

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.

“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.

“I told her I was happily married and I was never going to give her any money and then she threatened to release a sex tape of us.” “Of who? You and me or you and her?” Raina asked. “Of me and you Raina.” He whispered. “What???? How????” Raina asked in shock. “I don’t know how she got it. She sent a video of us making out in the elevator during our honeymoon in Dubai. She has information about your past which she wants to use to ruin our reputation and since she’s friends with people that work for different magazines and newspapers, she plans to tell a lie, making it seem as if I took Alexa away from her and you’re only with me for my money”

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

The volatile chemistry that had threatened to destroy her analytical mind was now the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. He slowed the pace for a fraction of a second, shifting his grip to slide beneath her thighs, lifting her higher against him to deepen the contact until it was nearly overwhelming. Every deliberate thrust felt like an accusation and an absolute claim, breaking down the walls she had meticulously built between her personal survival and her dangerous attraction to him. Grace tilted her head back, her breath hitching in her throat as the friction built to an agonizing intensity. She met his gaze, refusing to look away, finding a strange, dark liberation in the raw tr

Another orgasm built fast, my whole body shaking as he hit every sensitive inch inside me. He came with a deep groan, filling me with hot cum while I clenched around him, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing heavily, sweat covering our skin. The emotional mess hit me. Was he protecting me from the family secrets or using them? The resentment and dependency twisted together into something addictive and terrifying. Ronan pulled out slowly, cum dripping down my thighs as he adjusted his clothes. I fixed my skirt with trembling hands, mind racing. As I stepped around the desk to leave, my eyes landed on a sealed document sitting there in plain sight.

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The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles. Nyra pressed her fingers against her sleeve. Blood. Not deep. But it had been close. Too close. Sebastian noticed. His jaw tightened. “Come with me,” he said. “That sounded like an order.” “It is.” She almost argued. Almost. But the tremor she felt under her skin wasn’t from fear. It was from adrenaline—and something else she didn’t want to name. He took Noelle’s hand with one hand and guided Nyra with the other, firm but careful, toward a private sitting room at the back of the lodge.