A Dangerous Man Novel Novels & Stories

But then his thick arm reached from behind me, pressing his solid heat harder against my back, pinning me against the countertop as his gorgeous, strong man-hand closed on the book I was reaching for, and he held it so I couldn’t get it without taking it from him. I stared at that hand for a minute, his long fingers, and the tendons on the back of it, the way the muscle of his forearm ridged and his knuckles whitened because he was gripping it so hard. The urge was there to stroke my hand down that arm and slide my fingers between his. I wanted to soothe his tension. And that’s why he was so dangerous. With a deep, shaky breath, I slid out from between him and the desk, wishing that I didn’t

Which meant one of two things: either I had been too exhausted to sense him, or he was just that damn good at moving silently. I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to his lips before I shook my head and turned away. What the hell are you doing? This wasn’t some romance novel where the dangerous man turned out to have a heart of gold underneath all that darkness. Cassius was dangerous—full stop. And I needed to remember that. Carefully, I tried to move, but the slight shift of my body sent a dull ache pulsing through my ribs. I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

His eyes went straight to the flowers, then to the white envelope tucked between the stems. “Give it here,” he said. The man handed it over. Dad tore it open and read in silence. His jaw tightened, eyes hardening with each line. When he finished, he folded the paper neatly, pulled out a silver lighter, and held it over the envelope. The flames burned the paper, curling it into ash. He looked up at the messenger. “This is my reply. Tell Vitale I don’t want his flowers, or his sympathy.” The man glanced at the lilies. “Should I leave them, sir?”

Esteban is very good-looking, the ladies had already registered his name and face in their heads. Kelly nodded gratefully, she was about to rush in that direction but Loveth pulled her back. “ Please be careful, that man is very dangerous,” she said nervously, Kelly has helped her life a lot so she doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. “He's a mafia, the number one dangerous Mafia….” She whispered. Kelly raised a brow and pretended not to know “ Really?”

he murmured, “you looked hungry for revenge.” Sweat gathered against my palms. The room suddenly felt too warm. He suddenly seemed too close. I tried pulling my wrist back gently, but his grip tightened just slightly. Not enough to hurt. More like a warning. “I can help you with that.” I stared at him carefully. Every survival instinct I had was screaming at me that this man was dangerous. Not the loud or reckless type. Worse. His danger was controlled, too controlled. The kind that smiled while ruining lives.

Logan easily broke the man's arm causing him to scream in pain. People who were enjoying their food immediately ran away because they didn't want to get involved with the commotion. Kay saw no expression on Logan's face when the man broke the insolent man's hand. That's where Kay found out Logan could be a much more violent man. Unfortunately Kay felt her body goosebumps. Never once did she feel so afraid of her enemies. As expected, Logan is very dangerous indeed. Suddenly a policeman on patrol approached the commotion. Logan grabbed the man's collar and pulled him over to the cop. Logan pushed the insolent man to the ground under the officer's feet.

She then held on to that man's shoulder and whispered to his ear in a tempting tone, “Can I borrow a light?” “Of course, little slut! But how about putting out my fire first?” The man pointed below his belt. Scarlett smiled and put out her hand to touch him. The man was excited, and his eyes were full of evil sparks. When he was about to touch Scarlett, he felt a sharp pain in his back.