Zane Romance Books Novels & Stories

My hand lifted, palm facing down, hovering over the opened books. His pen stopped moving and his eyes flicked to meet mine. His brows pulled together. “This?” I repeated, voice thickening “Calling me out here to…read? Or whatever this was supposed to mean?” I shifted, trying to pull my leg back. Big mistake. My leg brushed against his. That faint spark I found irritating skittered up my nerves. The sensation crawled up my legs, settling in my groin area. Warm. Soft. Ridiculously pleasant. Zane dropped his pen. “I realize I made a mistake,” he said. “I keep asking you to trust me, but I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

A huge window showing a view I had only seen once before. This was Zane’s house. “Shit,” I whispered, gripping the sheets. “Shit, shit, shit.” How the hell did I end up here again? Before I could fully process it, the door opened. Zane walked in, already dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was holding a glass of water, looking completely calm… like finding me in his bed was the most normal thing in the world. The moment I saw him, everything from last night came rushing back in broken pieces.

"Consider me an uninvited guest. Roman and I share a long, unpleasant history." I eyed him warily, keeping my wrists hidden. "If you're a friend of Roman's, stay away from me." Zane let out a low, emotionless laugh...a sound entirely devoid of genuine warmth. The amusement never reached his dark, sharp eyes. "A friend? Hardly," Zane murmured, leaning against the stone pillar beside me. "Roman ruined my family years ago. I despise the man as much as you do... perhaps more." He stepped closer, lowering his voice until it barely carried above the fountain's rustle.

Trina's POV Every night since that last heated kiss we shared in Texas, try as hard as I may, I just couldn’t stop dreaming about Zane. Slowly and surely, he had dominated my thoughts both when I am awake and when I am asleep. I keep having vivid, erotic dreams of him with his hands exploring all over my body with an unrelenting hunger and his lips following shortly after. Sometimes I wake up breathless, tangled in my sheets, with my heart pounding with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge and at other times, I wake up startled, horrified by the realization that I wanted more— not just in my dreams, but in reality. I wanted him so badly and not just for him to kiss me or touch me erotically

She throws herself against our prison again and again, refusing to give up even though we both know it’s futile. Inside my own body, trapped behind my own eyes, I scream with her. But no sound comes out. Zane walks to a side table where a crystal decanter sits like a trophy. He pours himself a glass of wine, the dark liquid catching the light like blood. His movements are slow, deliberate. Like he has all the time in the world. He takes a sip. Savor it. Then, he turns to look at me. “You know, it’s a pity.” His voice is conversational, almost pleasant. “That you decided to be so difficult. We could have done this the easy way. I could have courted you properly. Made you fall for me like any

mask was back, but for one tiny second, the jealousy had been loud and clear. "She's busy, Zane," Roman said, his voice like ice. "I think I can decide that for myself," I said, taking Zane’s hand just to watch the fire in Roman’s eyes. "A tour sounds lovely, Zane." As I walked away with Zane, I could feel Roman’s stare burning a hole in my back. I’d started something. And I knew, deep down, I had no idea how to finish it.

Indicating to Zane that she wasn't going to give up. Zane closed his eyes in relief, leaning his head forward, he brushed his lips across hers, whispering, "Thank you..." Opening his eyes, his breath caught in his throat, his blood pounding loudly, his mate was beautiful, ensnared by those dark blue eyes, his anatomy hardened to her heated gaze...

As I left his office, I caught sight of Zane leaning against the far wall, that same dangerous smirk playing on his lips. “Missed me, little wolf?” he murmured. I didn’t answer. But the air between us sparked like electricity. For a second, I thought I heard Ray’s office door open behind me. Then Zane leaned in, his voice low and taunting. “He might own the company, Maya. But your heart? That’s mine to ruin.” I felt the world tilt—Ray’s coldness, Zane’s obsession, and my own confusion crashing together in one unbearable storm.

ZANA’S POV I couldn't sleep. My body felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Darren's face inches from mine. I felt his hand tangled in my hair, tasted his lips. The kiss had ended hours ago, but my skin still tingled where he'd touched me.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”