All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Price of desire

By the time we arrived at my cottage, she had fallen asleep. Quickly, I moved her to my room before cleaning her up. By the time I was done, the doctor arranged by Diego had arrived to check on her. We waited patiently until he was done with the check-up, my heart racing the entire time. What if something happened to her because of me? “She’s lucky you arrived in time. Otherwise, the drug would have stopped her heart from beating.” “I fucking know! Just—how is she?” I growled, shocking the middle-aged man. He trembled at my sight. “For now, she’s stable, but…” “But what?” I cut him off, my patience already running low. “The amount of drug in her system is too high. Whoever spiked her drink must have used a lethal dose—enough to kill a human in hours.” Fuck! “So, doctor, is she going to be alright?” Diego asked since I was too furious to speak, my fist clenched in a tight punch. “For now, I’ve sedated her, and the IV drip will help flush out the drug. However, for t

Forced Promotion

Allison's POVLost in my thoughts, I barely heard my name being called. I veer around to see Willy standing by my chair. His chocolate eyes observe me intently before he drops down next to me. "You don't look well." "I'm fine." Seconds pass before he speaks up again, eyeing me. "Ever since you returned from the party, you've been off. Did something happen?" I understand Will's intentions are pure—he only cares for me—yet it's getting irritating. Whatever happened is something I never want to speak of. The shock of that night is still fresh in my memory. It haunts my sleep. Without saying a word, I turn my gaze to the window. The beautiful scenery of the clouds helps soothe my aching heart. Vacation is over. Right now, we're all seated in Clyde's private plane, heading back home. Yet, a certain ache looms inside me. "Baby, I don't want you to worry, please," his voice echoes in the moving car. Diego had to drop off my family at the house. Of course, Clyde insisted I com

Boss's Boss

Clyde's POV The glances she shot my way were pure fire, her rage simmering beneath those sharp eyes. She wasn’t hiding it, not even trying. For a second, the voice of the young man speaking at the far end of the room faded into background noise. My attention was elsewhere—on the way her lips twitched, the way her fingers clenched against the table. Allison was beyond pissed. What the fuck did I do now? The meeting wrapped up, and everyone rose from their seats, filing toward the door. "Miss Gray, stay back." My voice boomed through the boardroom, halting her in place. A ripple of tension spread through the room, eyes darting between us before people hurried out, sensing the storm brewing. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The second the last person left, she turned on me. "What the fuck, Clyde?" she exploded. I smirked. "I love it when you cuss, baby." "This is not the time for jokes!" Her voice was sharp, edged with frustration. "You bought the company I work for

Dream of me

Allison’s POV"Ahhh, mmm yes! Oh, Clyde… yes, harder! Please!""Take all of this cock, baby… yes, it’s all yours!”Our cries of pleasure filled the penthouse, echoing through the vast glass walls that overlooked the glittering city below. I was pressed up against them, my breath fogging the cold surface, my body feverish from the relentless way he drove into me. My heels helped me keep up with his towering height, but the force of his thrusts made it near impossible to stay upright. The night had unraveled into this frenzy the moment he ordered me to take my panties off in the car, his wicked smirk promising ruin. And ruin me he did. His mouth was on me in seconds, his head buried between my legs as the car sped through the streets. The driver had turned crimson when we finally stepped out, and so had I. But Clyde? He didn’t care. He never cared about anything but what he wanted. And what he wanted was me. The second the elevator doors slid open, he had me against the wall, hi

Soon baby

Allison’s POVThe sharp glare of sunlight cut through the curtains, burning through my closed lids. A groan escaped my lips as I shifted, stretching out against the cool sheets. My body ached—not in exhaustion but in the sweetest reminder of last night. My skin still tingled with the ghost of Clyde’s touch. Heat rushed to my face as memories flooded in. The way he had taken me against the glass, the rough possessiveness in his voice, the way he worshiped me like I was his last breath of air. And then the humiliation. I buried my face in my hands. *God, how do I ever face Diego and the others again?* I forced myself up, glancing around the vast bedroom. The space was eerily quiet. No hushed murmurs, no deep voice telling me to come closer, no strong arms pulling me back into bed. He was gone. Again. A sharp pang twisted in my chest, annoyance curling hot in my gut. He always did this—disappearing in the mornings, slipping away like a shadow in the dark. He never woke me.

Trapped in Darkness

Allison’s POVDarkness. That was all I could see. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t respond. My head throbbed, my body ached, and as I struggled against the numbness creeping through my muscles, a flood of memories rushed back. The parking lot. A hand clamping over my mouth. A sharp sting at the back of my head. And then… nothing. Panic clawed its way up my throat as I tried to cry out, only to realize my mouth was gagged with cloth. My breathing grew ragged. How long had I been here? Where the hell *was* here? A creak echoed in the silence. My stomach twisted as heavy footsteps approached, each step deliberate, slow, like they were enjoying the fear crawling beneath my skin. “My, my… the princess has awakened.” That voice. My blood turned to ice. It was familiar, yet dripping with something sinister. Before I could process it, rough fingers yanked the gag from my mouth. I gasped, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air, my throat dry and burning. “Who are you?

For your sanity

Clyde’s POV The entire room fell silent the moment Diego dropped the news. A tension so thick it choked the air, leaving me in a state of quiet rage. For starters, we had no fucking idea who might have taken her. Dozens of names came to mind, enemies I’d made just by existing. Being the drug lord of one of the largest cartels on the continent came with its pitfalls, and this—this was a fucking nightmare. My body was numb through the flight, my fingers curled into fists on my lap, eyes fixed out the window. I wasn’t thinking about the bloodshed that might follow. I wasn’t thinking about the repercussions. I was thinking about *her.* How scared she must be. If she was crying. If she was hurt. And if she was—if she so much as had a fucking scratch on her—I'd burn the city to the ground. Hours of painstaking work later, my tech team finally restored the CCTV footage from the hotel’s parking lot. The damn thing had been sabotaged—shut down for just a few minutes, right when s

Like porcelain

Allison’s POV The first thing I became aware of was warmth. The kind that seeped into my bones, wrapping me in a cocoon of safety. My eyelids felt heavy, my body sore, but none of it mattered the moment I peeled my eyes open and found him. Clyde. He sat in the chair beside the bed, his broad frame slouched slightly, a glass of whiskey hanging lazily from his fingers. His eyes—dark, unreadable—watched me intently, as if he had been doing so for hours. The morning sun streamed in through the windows, casting golden light over him, softening the sharp lines of his face. But despite the warm glow, exhaustion clung to him. How long had he been sitting there? "Clyde?" My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him blink. I swallowed, my throat dry, and reached out weakly. "Come to bed…" For a moment, he didn’t move. He only exhaled slowly, setting his glass down on the nightstand before standing. And then he was there, towering over me, his presence ove

Get out

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Well, I must’ve been at death’s door because the past week had changed me. Ever since Clyde saved me from that bastard Zach, something inside me had shifted. I refused to be weak again. Two days ago, I gave Clyde the answer he’d been waiting for—I agreed to move in with him. Naturally, he thought that was cause for celebration. But the real victory? He agreed to train me. I needed to toughen up, learn to fight. If anything like that night ever happened again, I wouldn’t be helpless. Training wasn’t easy. Every muscle in my body ached, screaming at me to quit, but I pushed through. I had to. That morning, Clyde dropped me off at work before heading to his own, and by the end of the day, Clara convinced me to hit the mall with her. We had a party to get ready for. Clyde insisted on hosting a small gathering at the penthouse—his excuse was celebrating me moving in. But I knew the truth. He was doing this for me, to make me feel s

I need more

The same dream again. But this time, it terrifies me more than ever. Sweat trickles down my body as I gasp for breath, my chest rising and falling in erratic rhythm. The darkness of the room swallows me whole, but I know where I am. I force myself to remember. "Hey, it's alright. You're okay… it’s just a dream," a voice so familiar it haunts me, both in my dreams and in my waking thoughts. I look up. The moonlight filtering through the window glows against his sharp features, casting shadows across his face. His dark eyes study me, filled with an emotion I can’t quite place. "Clyde…" I breathe, my voice shaky. "Hush now, precious lamb. You're safe," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he pulls me against his chest. I let him. I sink into his warmth, let it bleed into my bones, let it chase away the coldness wrapped around my heart. But the ache doesn’t leave. It never does. For the past week, I’ve buried the pain of knowing I’ll never have all of him the way he h

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