Novel & Cerita A Dangerous Man Novel

That’s what he said. With his mouth. In front of everyone. In front of me. And I swear on every holy book and every dirty magazine I’ve ever hidden under my bed that my pussy fluttered. Not twitched. Not tightened. Fluttered. Because there he was, the most dangerous man in this building, covered in blood and still probably hard from ruining me against a locker, declaring to the world that I was his. Not flirt-with-me-at-your-own-risk his. No. I-will-rip-your-heart-out-and-feed-it-to-your-mother his.

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

Whatever he wants to do is all to please you. Luca sets me down and sets forward, unlocking a door. We step into a dark room. My chest is thrumming loudly. I think I may die of excitement. He turns on the switch by the wall, and the red bulb lights the room, giving it a red glowing form. It smells like danger. My eyes scan the room, and the first thing I notice is that there is no bed. Ropes and chains are hanging loose on the walls and the ceilings. Do he suspend women from the ceiling and fuck them? My feet go cold as I spot whips and rods. My nose is filled with the smell of drugs. This man is twisted, and I'm even more twisted for wanting him. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the

DAMON ”Wh-what?” the man stuttered, his eyes bulging with more fright. “Y-you are going to kill me?” “Yes,” Selena replied curtly as she trained her sight on the rough face of the man. “Did you think you would walk out of here freely? Haven’t you heard rumours about The Dangerous Dame? Anyone that touches her people never goes scoot free. What makes you think you will be an exception after you landed my man in the hospital for two weeks? Huh… Tell me,” she urged the man to talk.

I glanced at him with a frown, which he ignored, smiling at the man as he stood to his feet. "I hope he does it because he doesn't seem like one who is willing to let go of that girl, and it is really dangerous seeing that he is the vampire prince and future king of the vampires. I thought he should know by now how dangerous it is to have such feelings for werewolves." The shaman sighed, shaking his head as he stared at me with disappointment in his eyes. He seemed to know just everything, and it's irking the shit out of me. How did Jake know about this man here? Can he read my mind too? Fuck it!

Everything was converging, and the only person who had moved to shield her twice now, in public and in silence, was the one man she was never supposed to touch again. She looked across the garden at his broad back. The way he stood, shoulders relaxed but alert, like a man who carried weight without letting it show. Dangerous. Controlled. The kind of man who could dismantle threats with two quiet sentences at breakfast and then pretend the entire room hadn’t shifted because of him. He is the most dangerous man in this house. He is also the only one who has protected her.

At the same time, the afterglow corner of the eye also brought the two men who were drinking coffee with Jenny clearly. The first man, Jenny's former partner in the crime team, can be ignored. As for the second man…it's clear that he has a special affection for Jenny. Wanna die! "I'm working." Jenny said. “Convenient to drink coffee with strange men?” Daniel asked softly. What is more dangerous than a dangerous situation? That's when a dangerous situation arose the idiot Jackson didn't know it was dangerous.

"You think he's dangerous?" "I think a man with nothing left to lose isn't dangerous the way people usually mean it." Dante finally pulled out onto the road, checking the mirror twice before he did. "I think he's dangerous the way loneliness is dangerous. He'll take whatever door you leave open, and he won't necessarily know when to stop walking through it."

“And why is that?” Because she was the first woman I actually gave a damn about. I wouldn’t describe her perky tits, her tight cunt, the way she swirled her tongue around my dick as she sucked me off. I wouldn’t shatter the holiness of our intimacy with gossip. Her scratches, her moans…they all belonged to me. “I’m a very dangerous man. I kill people. Does that bother you?” “It sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me. If that’s the case, just be a man and give it to me straight.”

He had left her in a burning building after he got what he wanted. A court date would not undo that. A promise would not undo that. I had already watched what happened when I gave a dangerous man one more chance. “Take care of it,” I said. “I don’t want him near her again. Not tomorrow. Not in a year. Not ever. I want this finished.” Callum was quiet for a moment. “I understand.” “Do you?” “Yes,” he said. “She almost died. I know what that does to a man.”