Novels by Dahlia Chrisnova

RHYS I have a million questions, which, in itself, is odd. The whole point of Kira having a safe word is that when she utters it, I stop whatever I’m doing. No hesitation, no questions asked. But I’m more curious than I should be. Does she want me to pause because we are in the car and Shane might see what I’m doing, or for other reasons? Her body certainly wants me—it’s evident in the way she reacted to my touch—but I retract my hand. The sigh of relief that leaves her mouth is mixed with guilt and confusion. For the rest of the car ride, I focus on my laptop, trying to get as much work as possible, but I feel my assistant’s eyes on me. When I look over to her, she darts her eyes away to stare at the buildings we pass. I chuckle. Kira Davidson is more of an open book than she realizes. When we arrive at the villa, Olivia throws her arms around me. "Rhys, it’s been a while! I already love the place." I notice Kira’s grim look beside me. She purses her lips, upset that anothe

I do as I’m told, gladly. My legs were already trembling, and I feared I would fall if I kept standing before him.The man doesn’t pounce on me immediately. He is deep in thought for a torturous amount of time, regarding me like a prey he has been saving for a while. I don’t know if he is going to devour me or play around for a while."Play with yourself," he orders.The command catches me off guard. I lie back, my fingers trembling as they find their way underneath my skirt and into my panties. Being near him barely an hour ago got me aroused and longing, so it’s not a surprise when I find that I’m soaking wet.I have pleasured myself before, but it’s a different feeling when Rhys is watching. I know he can’t see everything—my panties are in the way—but the bulge in his pants tells me this is enough. He stares at me hungrily, the lust in his eyes spurring me on.I throw my head back, a low moan escaping from my mouth. I clasp a hand over my mouth, muffling any sounds in fear that som

KIRA"Do you want me to stop?" Rhys’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.I should nod and end this madness right now, but instead, I shake my head. Rhys stops anyway. I straighten up and look at him. "Is anything wrong?""I should be asking you that."I shake my head again. "Nothing’s wrong. I do have questions about your sister. She introduced herself as…" I don’t get to finish my statement before his expression turns ice-cold. I wouldn’t elicit such a fierce reaction if I asked for his credit card pin.Since when was it a crime to ask questions? I snort. "You and Shane ran a background check on me, yet I can’t ask a single question about you?"His brooding expression tells me what he thinks of me challenging him."You work for me," is all he says in explanation. Sure, of course. I almost forgot he was my boss. He is afraid his employees could have a past that will implicate the company’s image. Or he just wanted to uncover the skeletons in your closet. Wake up, Kira."I will get b

Future Mrs. Redmond doesn’t spare me an extra glance before strutting past me in her high heels, leaving a whiff of expensive perfume.When I show her to Rhys’s office, he speaks without looking at me. "Close the door."Jerk. Does he have to act like I’m the one who threw myself at him? Sure, my fantasies may have fueled whatever insanity was going on between us, but he wasn’t drunk or oblivious. He knew he was engaged.I silently shut the door and return to my desk, only for the phone to ring within seconds. I guess his future wife wants me to go out and buy more coffee to serve her. Or I’m getting told off for upsetting her.I’ve thought up an excuse, but when I answer the call, all I hear is a gruff "Did I ask you to leave?"I think back to the last several minutes. When he said to close the door, did he mean without leaving?Thank you for the detailed instructions, Mr. Redmond. When I go back to his office, the supermodel is not sitting on his lap like I dreaded. She is on the pl

KIRA Fiancé?Of course he is engaged. Rhys is most women’s dream man; wealthy, powerful, and so handsome that he could have been a supermodel. Not to mention, he asked me to be his fiancée in the past, despite claiming to find me unattractive. He must have been desperate—makes sense that he would find someone else as soon as possible.Why does it hurt so much? I knew whatever was going on between us was purely sex, and it hasn’t even been going on for long. I shouldn’t want to pull his fiancée’s hair for merely existing.I must have been staring into space for longer than I realized because the woman starts tapping her foot impatiently."I’m sorry, Miss, who is your fiancé?" I ask like a fool. Maybe the man he is referring to is not Rhys, and she got the wrong office."Rhys Redmond," she says the name like it’s a sacred vow, like she wants to slap me across the face for wasting her time.I look at my computer screen. I want to take my sweet time to make her wait, but mixing my job wi

On the bright side, that orgasm last night wrung the strength out of me, and I fell right asleep. Rhys left a message saying he would be late to the office. That would be good news in the past, but I’m dreading spending even one hour away from him.Work is no longer a safe place for me, especially now that Grisha has found more sophisticated ways to spook me.I take out his letter, glaring at the words. I can’t believe he is such a backstabbing Judas. My father took him in when his parents died, bringing him up like his own son. Growing up, I considered Grisha my brother, but no one would do this to their family.Memories of that dreadful day still haunt me. My mother pushed me into the supply closet, closing it before I could protest. She was yet to find a hiding place herself when Grisha caught her.The sound of bullets is still fresh in my mind. The maniac shot her five times before reloading his gun and emptying the barrel on her. She was the woman who had spent years caring for h

Wendy had her eyes shut when he opened the bathroom door."What's the result?" He asked.She didn't intend to tell him without playing a guessing game with him, which he quickly found out. Luckily, it was only a two choice option."Is it positive?" He asked hopefully. She shook her head.His mood dimmed in the slightest but he still asked, "Is it negative?"She shook her head, and he was baffled. Was she going to make him have a gazillion options even though it was a question of yes or no?He tried again. "Were you unable to take the test?"She shook her head to that too, and he was about to ma

It had been several weeks since Mia learned the truth about the past but it was not in the slightest bit easier to bear. It was still hard to imagine that the woman she had hated all her life was also the one who had saved her life. She had not had the courage to tell Carlos about it. Maybe he already knew the truth but kept it to himself. It was probably one of the things that would become clear with time and she was not willing to pry into them before they naturally unfolded. It made her feel guiltier because they were growing closer by the day.They had agreed to be friends but spent a lot of time together, doing things that friends definitely wouldn't ever do—not that she was complaining.On Friday evening, she went to his office as soon as she clocked out. This was how it had been for weeks. He would either seek her or she would seek him, every day. They would either have dinner together or he would drop her off. On weekends—like today—they would coo

“What in the world…” Gemma was rendered speechless by the insanity she had just heard. “Why the hell would such a rule even exist?”The elderly lawyer had no definite answer to that, because it was not he who had written the will nor had he set the rules that his granddaughter was finding absurd. He could only hypothesize. “The old man didn't want his bloodline to go extinct. He had to set some rules, and you are lucky that he did not specify that you must have a son before inheriting his estate.”Gemma sighed when she imagined that such a thing was possible. She had not known her grandfather when he was alive, because her family was yet to find her when he passed away. From the tales she had heard about him from her parents and grandmother, she knew that setting such an absurd rule did sound like something he would do.Even so, it still made no sense when she thought about it. “But I'm a w

Mia translated the document and while she didn't think there was anything secretive about it that would make Carlos unable to give it to someone else, she got the work done within the deadline nonetheless. It was the only way to get him to stop seeking trouble. She hated having to do everything he asked of her but he was the boss and there was nothing she could do about it. At least not yet.He was still sitting at his desk when she returned."That took you half an hour,." He remarked when he saw her.She placed the folder on his desk. "I'm done." She muttered, wondering why he sounded like he was complaining when he had given her two hours. She had not even taken up half of the allocated time. Was he going to scold her for being too fast?"Thank you." He half whispered. It was the first time he was appreciating anything she did and she was baffled."You're welcome." She smiled. He was smiling back at her and for the first time as well. She not

She thought he would ask to spend more days of the week with her or something along the lines but what he said surprised her."Promise me that you will sue Declan and that you will definitely go through with it no matter what happens."She frowned. "How is that paying you back? It's in my favor either way." She looked at him in confusion. Did he have a misunderstanding about the meaning of paying back?"It does pay me back. It's a win-win situation for both you and me."She thought hard about it and still couldn't understand how that was remotely possible."Is it because the man who hurt the woman you love will be behind bars and you will no longer have to see his face around? or, do you have personal grudges with him? Are you planning to use his term in prison as a way to end him?He smiled at her vivid imagination. "It's nothing of the sort. Well, those would be added benefits of putting him behind bars but the main reaso

"You are so beautiful." Livian ran his hand down her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She would have thought that he was just saying it to get on her good side but when she met his gaze, she had to believe that he truly meant it. His eyes were filled with adoration and if it was humanly possible, his attraction for her seemed to have intensified after what they had just done.She purred like a comfortable kitten when he kissed her cheek. She was lying against his chest with her body half sprawled against his. She pulled her knee up against his thigh and it drove him crazy. He groaned in pleasure."You are insatiable." She chuckled. They had done it twice in a row and she was beginning to realize that it didn't take much for him to be hard again.He wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled against her neck. "Who am I to blame for that? If the wife is too sweet, is it the husband's fault that he got addicted to her sweetness?"She looked

Angelica"What is it like being a mother?"Klara paused with a spoon of chocolate ice cream halfway towards her mouth. I only realized how odd my question was when I saw how she was looking at me. I dug into my ice cream and shoveled a spoon into my mouth to calm myself down."Why would you ask?" she asked. "Are you planning to have kids?"I was glad I wasn't looking at her so she wouldn't read my mind—not that I still believed shrinks could read minds but it was awkward nonetheless."Maybe," I gave a vague answer. Considering Curtis's stance on kids, her surprise was understandable. However, I didn't want to tell her I was pregnant yet. It didn't feel right to tell anyone else before Curtis."Well," she shrugged. "That's a broad subject. But I had all these plans for my kids. Rowan and I always wanted two, close in age, and we planned everything including what parenting methods we would use, which schools they would go to, what kind of friends we would allow around them, how I would

Angelica I groaned as I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light that had just been flickered on. I didn't know how long I had slept. Hell, I wasn't sure if it was day or night. There was no window in this dingy cell and the door was a solid hank of metal that didn't allow any light through it. The only source of light was the offensively bright bulb above me, which had been kept off until now. I had alternated between sleeping and pacing in the dark the whole time and it was driving me crazy. The only thing I could feel was the chains around my wrists and ankles, reminding me that I wasn't dead yet. I didn't know how long had passed since Curtis interrogated me about The Viper. It could be a day, a week, or a year. Hell, it could be ten years for all I knew. I looked down at my stomach and my lips twitched. At least there was a way to know if months had passed. My belly would bulge out. This was Curtis's idea of torture.To be fair, solitary confinement was one of the

Curtis“Angelika Giannelli, Angel of Death…is there any other identity I should know of?” I mocked.“Tell me everything about The Viper,” I demanded.She averted her gaze, dragging the long chains with her so she would walk up to me. I smirked when she stopped, her radius finally running out.“Is this necessary?” She bit back.Yes, it was. This woman killed Miles right under our noses and we didn’t think she was at fault. She played us all like a violin with that innocent smile on her face, all while taking out one Arciero after another and pitting us against each other. However, that was not why I was here.I pointed at her chains. “That will be the least of your problems. Answer me.”She shook her head. “I can’t tell you anything. You’re going to kill me anyway. Just do it.”“I knew you would say that.” I grinned. Someone with her skill could endure a lot of pain.Besides, I couldn’t bring myself to torture her. At least not physically anyway, which was odd, considering how willing

Angelica I needed my head examined. Was I seriously considering having this child? I had bought a dozen pregnancy test kits in the hospital’s pharmacy and couldn’t wait until I got to my hotel room, so I took the tests right there in the hospital washroom. Unsurprisingly, all of them came positive. It was unbelievable. I didn’t know what I thought pregnancy felt like but this was not it. I had expected a little more drama. Aside from my boobs feeling like they were about to fall off, the doctor mentioned I was lucky enough to have a morning sickness-free pregnancy. Maybe that was why I still couldn’t believe I had an actual baby inside me. It sounded like a joke—until I remembered I had to tell Curtis. Between upgrading and downgrading my way through as many cars as possible in the last two months, and spending each of those nights at a different hotel, I had about a thousand dollars to my name. It was a drop in the bucket in relation to how much I needed to bring up a child. I

AngelicaI felt like crap. Where the hell am I? I wondered. I forced one eye open and squinted, wincing from how horribly my head hurt. I patted around for my phone and remembered dropping it the night before. I hadn’t stopped to pick it up. I was too busy running for my life with Curtis hot on my tail. I didn’t know how he found me but I wasn’t going to be able to hide from him forever, I guess. My plan was perfect if I do say so myself. I ran around the city, leaving Curtis a trail that would make him think I was headed for Arcron, then I circled back and returned to Silverwood, where I rented two apartments; one in my name and the other under Klara Arciero. I stayed at neither. I spent every night at a different motel far from both apartments. The apartments were only a way to keep Curtis busy if he found out I was still in the city. Which is why I couldn’t understand why the fuck I thought it was a good idea to check out my fake apartment. I was yet to enter the building when

CurtisTwo months later. Why was I still on this wild goose chase? I hadn’t caught a whiff of my wife even though I felt I had searched the whole of West Auburg. She couldn’t have left the country. There was only one person capable of helping her get a fake passport and he was currently on our side. Sometimes I could swear she was leaving me a trail. Though when I got to it, she was gone like a puff of smoke. I was more frustrated by the realization that the longer it took to find her, the farther away she could go. If she found a way to get a fake passport from somewhere else, she could be halfway across the country and there was nothing I could do about it. But I wasn’t giving up. I meant it when I said I would tear down the whole world to find her. I was not giving up now. I was still staring at the road with my hands gripping the steering wheel. What if I was approaching this from the wrong angle?I took a U-turn at the next exit and returned home. Klara was visiting, which was