All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The knock on the penthouse door came at 2:17 a.m.Aliyah was asleep in Viktor’s arms when the shouting started. Her father’s voice — desperate, angry, drunk. She sat up fast, heart hammering.Viktor’s face was stone cold. He pulled on a pair of black pants and walked out of the bedroom without a word. Aliyah grabbed his discarded shirt and followed, fear twisting in her stomach.Her father stood in the living room with two of Viktor’s men holding him back. His eyes were wild when he saw her.“Aliyah! Baby, I’m here. I’m taking you home.”Viktor’s voice was deadly quiet. “You have three minutes to leave my building before I put a bullet in your head.”Her father looked at her, tears in his eyes. “This isn’t right. He’s a monster. Come with me, sweetheart. I fixed everything. I got the money—”“You didn’t,” Viktor cut in. “You stole from my men again. And now you’re trying to take what’s mine.”Aliyah stood frozen between them. Part of her wanted to run to her father. The bigger part —

Lila smoothed the crimson dress over her hips as she stepped out of the elevator onto the rooftop bar. The silky fabric clung to every curve like it was painted on—tight across her full breasts, dipping low between them, and short enough that bending over would show the bottom of her ass. She loved red. It made her feel powerful, dangerous, and tonight she wanted eyes on her. She wanted to be chased.The rooftop buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music floating through the warm night air. City lights sparkled below like diamonds scattered across the dark. A gentle breeze brushed her skin, making her nipples harden against the thin material. No bra. No panties. Just the dress and a pair of strappy heels that made her legs look endless.She felt him before she even turned her head.He leaned against the bar like he owned the place. Tall, maybe six-three, with broad shoulders that stretched his black button-up shirt. Dark hair, a little messy, strong jaw, and eyes that look

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and sex. Soft moans came from dark corners. Melissa wore a tight black dress that hugged her curvy body — full breasts straining against the fabric, wide hips, and a round ass that drew eyes as she walked. Her soft pale skin glowed under the red lights, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders.Then she saw him.Master Kane stood near the bar, tall and powerful. Dark skin, broad shoulders, muscles visible under his fitted black shirt. His deep voice carried when he spoke to someone, and his eyes… those sharp eyes locked on her like he already owned her.He didn’t smile. He simply crooked a finger.Melissa’s legs

Melissa’s body was no longer her own. Every morning she woke up sore in the best way — ass still tender from the plug she slept with, pussy aching from Master’s use the night before. The collar stayed on under her clothes when she left for work. A constant reminder.That Thursday, Kane sent her a text before lunch: *Wear the black dress. No panties. Meet me at 6.*She knew what that meant.In the office bathroom, she locked herself in a stall and slid the remote-controlled egg vibrator deep into her already wet pussy. Then she worked the medium butt plug into her ass, biting her lip to stay quiet. Both toys stretched her nicely. She smoothed the modest black office dress over her curves and went back to her desk, cheeks flushed.At 6pm she drove to the quiet restaurant in Lekki where Kane had booked a table. He was already there, looking sharp in a dark shirt, eyes dark with hunger when she walked in.They sat across from each other. The waiter took their order. As soon as he left, Ka

The end came faster than either of them wanted. Work had piled up for Melissa — deadlines, late meetings, her boss breathing down her neck. Kane’s own business trips were starting again. The secret nights were getting harder to hide. They both knew this intense chapter had to close, at least for now.But they had one final night.Melissa arrived at his apartment at 9pm wearing the long coat again, nothing underneath. The second the door closed, Kane grabbed her by the collar and kissed her like he wanted to devour her soul.“Tonight I use every inch of you, Pet,” he growled against her lips. “Every room. Every toy. Until you can’t walk straight.”“Yes, Master,” she whispered, already soaked.He started in the kitchen. He bent her over the marble counter, coat ripped open. No warm-up. He slammed his thick cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Melissa cried out, gripping the edge as he pounded her hard. Her heavy tits pressed against the cold stone, nipples hard. Kane reached for th