All Chapters of Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Rage!

I burst into the closest bathroom I could find, slamming the stall door behind me. I was panting heavily, my reflection a wild eyed, sweaty mess in the mirror. I closed my eyes and leaned against the cold tiles, gripping my already half risen erection.“Fucking…fucks!” I didn't even know what to say at this point.How can I face anyone now? Knowing I almost got turned on for Dante again! The man had literally grabbed my ass… painfully at that, and my body's instant, traitorous response had been one of desire? I'm definitely losing my shit. I turned on the cold tap and splashed water onto my face, trying to extinguish the heat radiating from my core.Dante was nothing but a callous brute who just got a thrill out of using people, but why was I reacting like this to him. And for the hundredth time, I'm not into men!Even I don't believe myself anymore.After calming down a bit, I finally came out from the restroom to the full, thunderous life of the club. The music had swelled, the bas

Reunion

~ Dante's POV ~I couldn't sleep. I sat on my private balcony overlooking the estate, the cool pre dawn air biting at my bare chest. The only company I allowed myself was the curling white smoke of my cigar. I puffed slowly, letting the sweet smell fill my nostrils, trying to focus my scattered thoughts.My mind was a mess, and filled with many thoughts I couldn't quite push away. But what truly occupied the darkest corners of my focus was the undeniable attraction I felt for Liam.I knew the rules..the rules which I have made for myself. I never fully had interest in a person. Never. Worse of all, he was the enemy, a cop, a big threat to my empire. This was supposed to be a game. But the way I’d lost control, going to his room on a reckless, animalistic whim, genuinely scared me. I’d lowered my defenses for a few minutes of desperate pleasure. It was sloppy, and I was way better than that.I took a final, deep drag of the cigar and stubbed it out in the ashtray. The dawn was breakin

Harsh words!

Rocco sauntered into the study, the door slamming with unnecessary force. He walked recklessly then dropped into the armchair opposite my desk, throwing his feet up onto the table surface. “Welcome home.” Antonio offered but was very well ignored.Rocco fixed his golden eyes on me, a peculiar frown etched onto his brow. "Why are you frowning so much Dante? Can't even bother to welcome your brother back home?" he raised a brow.I scoffed. "I wasn't expecting you so soon. I told you to stay put."He just rolled his eyes, his expression dismissive, the movement making the silver piercing in his eyebrow glint the more. The sight of his dusty boots on my antique desk irritated me so damn much. "Get your dusty legs off my table before I break them," I ordered, my voice low and dangerous.Rocco smacked his lips, considering me for a moment, then reluctantly dropped his feet to the floor, grumbling under his breath. "Fine. Now, who was that dummy who just left? The one who’s blind and slamm

Knife Play

My chest was heaving, and the anger was choking me in my throat. With a snarl, I slammed my fist onto the desk. The expensive wood shuddered, but the impact only rattled the frustration deep in my bones.“Fuck!” I cussed annoyed. "Boss please don't be upset," Antonio's voice came through the haze of anger. "Rocco only said those things because he cares about you. You know how he is...he always says things he doesn't....""Get out," I snarled, not looking at him.“But boss…”“Don't let me repeat myself.He sighed the slowly walked out, shutting the door behind him. I leaned back in the chair, covering my eyes with my forearm. "Fucking hell," I muttered again. The silence of the room was immediately replaced by the pounding, echoing memory of Rocco's words.My eyes snapped open. I lowered my arm and slowly, deliberately, glanced down at my feet. I slid my right foot out of my Italian leather shoe. Slowly, I pulled off the sock, revealing the undeniable proof of my past.I flexed my fo

Eve

That annoying little prick Rocco was completely uncontrollable. He's like a wild dog I could barely leash, and he’d proved it time and time again. Not that I was surprised anyway. The bullhead had already gone to Raymond’s main mansion and executed a mass shooting despite me giving clear orders. Raymond, the coward that he was, was thankfully not home when it happened, but Rocco had managed to kill two of his close confidants in the bloody exchange.I rubbed the bridge of my nose, the scent of stale cigar smoke clinging to my fingers. That impulsive, retaliatory strike meant unavoidable war with the Lion Hearts for sure. A massive, brutal war was coming, and much as I hated to admit it, Rocco’s recklessness genuinely worried me. The boy was too much like our father, too eager to bathe in blood.But I had bigger fish to fry. The Minister of Foreign Affairs had been moving madly lately, blocking my overseas shipments with endless bureaucratic nonsense. The idiot was way worse than the

Betrayal was unforgivable

I leaned forward in the chair, my eyes cold. "I heard you entertained a certain Minister of Foreign Affairs last night," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion.Eve burst into a loud, theatrical laughter, before wiping an invisible tear from her eye. "Oh Dante darling! I think it's fair if I say I’m so hurt! You came all the way here just to ask me that?" she cocked her brows as she took another drag of the cigar.My frown deepened. I wasn't in the mood for her dramatics. "The reason you are here, the very reason why I even run Elysium, is because it's a goldmine for intelligence," I reminded her, the edge in my voice steel. "These evil billionaires love to run their mouths when they think they're safe with women who aren't their wives." I reminded her incase she had forgotten. She was only here for this reason. Eve pouted, crossing her arms over her large chest. "And here I thought for once you actually missed me, and I got excited for nothing.""Can we stop with the lovers quarrel an

The room

~ William's POV ~I practically sprinted out of the club, ignoring the booming music, and hailed the first available taxi. I had to make use of this golden opportunity while Dante was busy getting a fucking lap dance. That disloyal prick!When the taxi pulled up, the mansion was eerily quiet. Only the usual, bored looking guards were posted outside, and a few low ranking Tigers who rarely ventured upstairs were milling about, drinking and chatting away. It was the perfect setting I needed to carry out my mission.I hurried to my room first because I needed to move fast and clean. I grabbed my camera deactivation device, hoping the damn thing still worked. Thank goodness it still did. “This is it,” I told myself, checking the device's battery level. I had to succeed this time because I might not get another opportunity like this, especially since that crazy Rocco was around now.I put on my secure earpiece and dialed Emily who picked up immediately. "The house is empty so I'm going i

Pain and Pleasure

"What the heck is this?" I muttered, the words thick with shock.Then I heard that familiar voice behind me. "I'm seriously just wondering why my little kitten is so curious."I spun around, my heart hammering like a trapped bird in my chest. The fucker was already right behind me and blocking my possible exit. I tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a terrified stammer. Dante shoved me hard and I stumbled backward into the room. My bottom hurt from the impact of the fall, but what I was worried about the most was the room I was currently in. It wasn't the surveillance room I had expected it to be.The room was bathed in shadows and deep red light that stained the walls and floors like spilled wine. The walls were lined with black velvet, and scattered across the space were fixtures I immediately recognized. There was a heavy leather bed with thick straps, shelves displaying an intimidating array of whips, paddles, cuffs, and floggers. This was definitely a playroom. A

Out of my mind!

“You monster!” He was really going to leave me like this? Fucking bastard. He grabbed my balls and pressed it painfully, my head fell back, but he grabbed my hair with his free hand, causing me to face him. "I said beg me," he purred, his gold eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.I was trembling on the edge of unbearable frustration. "You son of a bitch! Finish it!" I gasped, the words wrenched from my chest.But he leaned closer, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. "I don't think so kitten. You haven't earned it yet. Beg me with those pretty lips and I'll make you cum baby."Shame boiled up inside me, mixing with the raw, desperate ache of arousal. Beg? I wouldn't dream of begging another man to let me cum, but here I am, hard and aching….in need of that fucking friction or I might die of blue balls.The physical need was overwhelming, and drownimg out all logic. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, then the words came out, raw and pathetic."Please…Dante…please let me cum

Burnt feather

"Touch yourself," his voice was rough. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.’This ultimate dick head! Seriously? He's a complete maniac. He looked at me with those eyes that made me so damn conscious. But I was leaking and aching so damn much at this point. I clenched my jaw so tight I thought my teeth would shatter. I had exposed myself, surrendered all control, and now, when the ache was almost unbearable, he was demanding I finish the job all alone. I wanted his hands, his dominance, to complete the humiliating mess he’d made of me.I had no choice. My trousers were still down around my knees, so I reached down, my hand shaking, and found my own erection. I kept my eyes locked on Dante's, my fingers grabbing my dick which was leaning poles of precum on the floor. I didn't look away as I wanted to see every damn expression he'd make. Since he wanted to watch me, I'll give him a fucking show. With a groan of frustration, I began to stroke myself. I couldn't stop the deep, ragged

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